sted great.
Moreover, two rolls for 1,000 won seemed perfect for satisfying hunger at any time.


“Alright, then give me two…
no, six spicy tacos.”



“Thank you, senior.”


As the second-year student left with their wrapped tacos, a friend of theirs elbowed them and asked, “Hey, is it good? It smells amazing.”


“Yeah, it's super delicious.
You should get some too.”


“Alright, then give me three tacos, junior.”


“Thank you, senior.”


One by one, more customers arrived.
Though not many, there were enough students going to school for the tacos to sell steadily.


“Wow! I thought they wouldn't sell, but we already sold all 250!”


“250? How much is that? Wow, that's amazing.”


Sang-du and Dong-pal looked at each other with excited expressions, reveling in their success.


Meanwhile, at the girls' high school across the neighborhood, Sang-il was also surprised by the rapidly increasing sales.


“We're sold out, sorry!”


“Ah, that's a shame.
Please bring more next time.”


“Thank you.”


Surrounded by the high school girls, Sang-il couldn't help but blush.
Watching the scene from the Grandeur, Mr.
Han couldn't believe the success.


“What is it that's selling so well?”


Of course, it wasn't unusual for a food truck to do good business.


At the entrance of Seolleung Station on Line 2, there was an old lady selling toasts with a queue stretching 20 meters long.
Office workers were lining up to grab a quick bite before work.
The old lady's toast business, though thriving, seemed like child's play compared to the sales of these peculiar tacos.
Manager Han couldn't comprehend why the tacos were selling so well, even if they were delicious.
He couldn't grasp how Yi Geon had captivated the consumers using the latest marketing strategies of 2030.
The limitations of a 1993 office worker were apparent even in the highly capable Manager Han.


“Is this a joke? Who exactly is this kid Yi Geon?” he mumbled to himself as he picked up his Motorola cellphone.
“Hello, Chairman.
It's about the business that student is doing…”




“How much did we make?” Sang-du's eyes widened as he counted the heavy coins and bills.


Yi Geon had assured him that the business would do well, but he didn't expect it to be this successful.
In just 50 minutes, they sold a total of 253 tacos, both spicy and original.
The last three tacos were initially set aside for Yi Geon and Sang-du to eat themselves.
The total sales amounted to a staggering 125,000 won!


Combining the sales from the other two locations, they had made over 300,000 won in a single day.


“Wow, 300,000 won a day? That's 9 million won a month.
That's like 30 pairs of Mariette Observer jeans!” Yi Geon sighed as Sang-du began to get carried away again.


“Ugh, why are you hitting me?”


“Because we're not working on weekends.”


Even in 1993, Yi Geon insisted on a five-day workweek, so they didn't do business on Saturdays.


“Oh, right.
So, how much do we make in a month then?”


Yi Geon pitied Sang-du, who had stopped calculating altogether.
“If we estimate 20 days, how much is that?”


“That's 6 million won! We'll be rich soon.”


As first-year high school students, they slowly started to feel the pressure.
“What can we do with 30,000 won daily revenue when operating three carts and one store? It's barely enough to survive.”


“So how much do we need to sell to make a profit?”


“For the first few days, we'll sell around 1,000 tacos.
Once our employees get used to it, we'll sell at least 4,000 to 6,000 tacos a day.”


“Is that combined?”


“No, just at our school alone.
4,000 tacos a day.”




Both Sang-du and Min-seok's mouths dropped open at the unexpected number.


“Right, 4,000 tacos.
Ultimately, the goal is to sell at least 300,000 tacos a day within this year.
Next year, at least double, maybe even quadruple.”




300,000 tacos a day! That's insane! That would mean a daily revenue of 150 million won, amounting to several billion won annually.
Only then did Sang-du understand why Yi Geon had acquired a large restaurant located in a doomed spot.
He didn't need the restaurant; he just needed a production facility that could supply a massive number of tacos for sale.


“Wow, this is insane.
We'll become chaebols.”


“Wow, this is insane.
We're going to become tycoons.”




“Stop daydreaming and count the money properly.
I'm sure there's some leakage here and there.
Once you're done, let Min-seok know the amount.”


“Ah, I'll endure it since we're making good money.
Damn it!”


Although they were making a lot of money, Sang-du was annoyed by Yi Geon's constant scolding.


'Fresh meat tastes so good anytime! Finally escaping the pasture, why would anyone be a vegan?'


After two weeks into his second life, Yi Geon finally got to enjoy meat to his heart's content.
He buried his face in the desk with a satisfied smile.




About two weeks later, as Yi Geon had promised, the taco sales skyrocketed.
At Hanseoul High School alone, they sold well over 4,000 tacos a day, reaching up to 6,500 tacos.
Based on a week's revenue, they recorded an astounding 15 million won.
Even by 2030 standards, a weekly revenue of 15 million won was impressive, let alone in 1993.


'Why is this selling so well?'


Ja-hoon stared at the taco in front of him with a serious expression.
It was undoubtedly delicious, but no matter how good something tasted, people were bound to get tired of eating the same food.
Yet, taco sales showed no signs of slowing down; they were breaking records daily.


Looking at the students in Class 3-1, there were many who were enjoying tacos.

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