Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Golden Mountain, a street corner.

July is scorching hot summer, and still the school holiday season.

The number of people shopping has decreased compared to before due to the lingering health concerns, but Su Lele and her best friend Yang Yao were still strolling the street, looking for a milk tea shop to take a break with a couple of milk teas.

At a glance, there were at least seven or eight milk tea shops on the street, if not ten.

They usually loved drinking Bobo Milk Tea, but seeing new milk tea shops, they also liked to try them out.

Today, they spotted a new milk tea shop with a unique name: "Big Big Big."

Most milk tea shops typically occupy at most two storefronts, nothing bigger than that.

But "Big Big Big" was visibly different; the area was at least four to five hundred square meters.

Su Lele was stunned; it was her first time seeing a milk tea shop this large.

It was almost comparable to Starbucks. Was this really a milk tea shop?

The two walked in, and the service staff at the entrance greeted them warmly, their "Welcome!" overly enthusiastic.

They went to the counter, planning to order a small cup of milk tea. After all, how much milk tea could two girls drink?

Upon asking the staff, they discovered that the shop only offered large cups, extra-large cups, and gigantic cups.

After some hesitation, they went for a large cup.

The staff brought out a small bucket, which looked like it would need at least five people to finish.

This was their smallest "large cup." If they got an extra-large, how big would that be?

Originally, they just wanted to sip on a milk tea at leisure, but now they'd have to hug the drink while sipping.

Er Ya came running over and asked them, "Sisters, is the milk tea tasty?"

Her dad had told her to make money, so she was taking the task seriously.

This "Big Big Big" milk tea shop was something she had decided on a whim.

When inspiration strikes, the money goes down the drain just as fast.

Su Lele really wanted to say, "Are you serious about making milk tea this massive?"

It was Er Piya's first day of operating, and she thought she'd start making money immediately. Little did she know, the customers came once and never returned.

Chen Pingsheng also came by to check things out, leaving Er Piya a little confused.

"Dad, do you want a cup of 'Big Big Big' milk tea?"

"In your dreams," Chen Pingsheng grumbled. "Where have you ever seen people drink milk tea from buckets?"

"Of course not," Er Piya replied earnestly. "Mom taught me since I was little that doing business means doing what others haven't done yet. Everyone sells small cups, so I sell buckets. This way, my business is unique. Isn't that great?"

Chen Pingsheng: "..."

"Alright... you've got all sorts of twisted logic. If you don't succeed at something this year, I'm cutting off your pocket money next year."

With a huff, he walked away.

It was just a milk tea shop that had cost over five million yuan to set up. Losing money wasn't a big deal.

The real issue was Er Piya's mind—what was she thinking all day long?

Bucket-sized milk tea counted as "innovation"? Only she would dare come up with such an idea.

Er Piya stroked her chin and pondered, "This business isn't doing well... Where did it go wrong?"

She summoned the people from three major companies to hold a meeting.

Zhang Qi was the first to speak, pointing out, "Most likely the issue is that people can't finish drinking it."

"If they can't finish, why can't they save it for later?" asked Er Piya.

Zhang Qi candidly replied, "Milk tea can't be saved for later."

"So that's the problem." Suddenly enlightened, Er Piya immediately came up with a new idea.

If people can't finish "Big Big Big," surely they can manage "Small Small Small," right?

Within three days, she replaced the bucket-sized milk tea with shot-sized milk tea.

A single straw was inserted, and with one sip... gone!

After selling shot-sized milk tea for a few days, Er Ya realized this business wasn't fun either. The daily rent was 3,800 yuan.

Her daily revenue was 380 yuan.

Her revenue was 3,500 yuan short of covering rent—what was even the point?

Er Piya slapped a red paper outside the shop, announcing that the milk tea business had failed.

Whenever anyone asked her about it, her explanation was always "the health crisis is to blame."

Without the health crisis, would she have shut down so quickly? Impossible.

No one wanted to expose her excuses; they let her spin her tales freely.

If she didn't start working hard soon, it wouldn't be long before she'd be forced back to grilling lamb skewers again.

Er Ya had plenty of money at her disposal, so losing a few million was no big deal to her.

This time, she made yet another impulsive decision, acting on whatever popped into her head.

The downside was predictable failure, but the upside was that after failing, she'd start seeking advice from others.

The more she failed, the more advice she sought.

Chen Pingsheng didn't bother managing her himself, instead asking Tang Jing and her sister to keep an eye on her.

Er Piya rubbed her little curls sadly, feeling stressed about life.

Her hair was even falling out—life was too harsh.

Unfortunately, her "Er Congming" account could no longer accept rewards or tips, and she couldn't do livestream e-commerce either.

It was all too difficult.

The days quietly passed, and soon it was July 10th.

After "Clothes Warehouse No. 9" was listed by Teng You Media, its stock price soared.

Even Teng You's shares skyrocketed, with a promising trend of surpassing 160 billion yuan.

Their assistant Zhang Wanyi had become the veritable new-generation "Queen of Career Success."

She had officially hit the pinnacle of her career—she could retire now and enjoy financial freedom for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, Yao Anni, an old classmate, came looking for him. Now that "Clothes Warehouse No. 9" was publicly listed, she—a founding member—had also naturally achieved financial freedom.

Such is the beauty of going public; it allows founders and investors to cash out all at once.

"Clothes Warehouse No. 9" was completely merged into Teng You Media.

After cashing out, Yao Anni planned to step back and explore her second, or even third entrepreneurial venture.

These were minor matters.

By mid-July, Tengying Management College's construction was fully completed.

Chen Pingsheng brought a team over for a tour and to organize the faculty team.

Since the college was aimed at small and medium-sized entrepreneurs, all faculty members were required to have entrepreneurial experience.

In addition to serving external small and medium-sized entrepreneurs, the college also catered to Tengying Group's management staff.

The focus was particularly on grassroots store management. Don't underestimate this group; when combined, their numbers added up significantly.

Once enrollment was complete, he himself would often act as a lecturer there.

That evening, when Chen Pingsheng returned home, he found Er Piya there too.

It was quite rare—nowadays, Er Ya spent most of her time at the three major companies, refusing to go home unless she was ready to collapse into bed.

"Dad, you're back."

"You're buttering me up for no reason—you definitely have something bad planned."

"No way!" Er Ya pouted and said, "Dad, didn't you ask me to start making money? I did it today."

"How did you do it?"

"I secretly took my sister's golden bowl, squatted at the shop entrance, and Grandma gave me one yuan."

"Ridiculous."

Chen Pingsheng didn't bother engaging. This little rascal was at the age of incessant chatter.

She could drag you into endless nonsense conversations about anything and everything.

Now that she'd given up on the milk tea business, she was ready to start selling "Big Big Big" snacks.

These snacks couldn't simply rely on her sourcing them alone. She would need manufacturers to supply specially produced goods.

Er Ya was there to talk about this. Milk tea was too large to finish in one sitting, but snacks? Snacks would never be an issue.

Once today's batch was finished, there'd still be tomorrow's.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't grasp her logic. It was just a shop—why was she so fixated on "bigness"?