Singaporean's Cai Png stall owner claimed a typical Malaysian worker costs him $3000 monthly

[covertbriar]

https://youthopia.sg/read/28-year-old-javier-ng-skipped-university-cai-png-stall/

 

[sweetiepie]

University sounded very mainstream as everyone does it. To be honest, I didn’t do well for my A-Levels. I thought if I were to pursue a degree from a private university, I could do it any time I wanted.”

KNN my uncle think it is a waste of time for sinkie to study for Air level and pte uni KNN it will be same as having All level KNN

In the span of three years, the affable youth has done well enough to set up a second stall in Yishun. His first stall, in Choa Chu Kang, is manned by a worker he trusts completely, having worked with him since the very beginning. In fact, the worker worked under Javier’s dad previously

KNN my uncle think it is very silly to have a business that is leelying on another person other than your familee member for success KNN

His first stall, in Choa Chu Kang, is manned by a worker he trusts completely, having worked with him since the very beginning. In fact, the worker worked under Javier’s dad previously.

KNN my uncle think if he pays this worker $3000 is also considered under pay KNN becas he will also need to work 14 hrs like him KNN

His second stall, in Yishun, is tended by him and another worker. Make no mistake though, Javier still does most of the work, at times working up to 14 hours a day

KNN my uncle think he is just like typical greedy sinkie die die must ownself create problem by setting up another stall and end of the day owe debts and close shop KNN why can't he just be humble and focus on his main stall KNN

 

[TerrexLee]

At least he's not a 败家子 not this dude:

A former cai png stall owner who screwed up badly recounts his personal trials and tribulations

To begin, a little about myself… My parents used to own a cai png stall. But I pretty much destroyed everything and I’ve been reprimanding myself ever since.

Here's my long story…

When I was still studying in primary and secondary school, I would spend most of my time at the coffeeshop where my parents ran their cai png stall. My mom, a brilliant cook, obviously did all the cooking; my dad, on the other hand, was in charge of serving customers and cashiering duties. He also took care of all accounting related affairs and filed the stall's annual tax returns.

To those who are wondering, running a cai png store can be a rather lucrative business, that being said it very much depends on the size of its customer base as well as variety of items folks routinely order. Typical 2+1 meals will net you about $0.30-0.50 or so profit-wise. Different vegetables yield different margins. For example, the cost of procuring sweet potato leaves is cheaper than that of kangkong. Unsurprisingly selling meat, and of course, fish dishes (usually dory is served) do bump up your bottom line significantly. Take note though quite a fair bit of preparation time is involved as far as fish is concerned– imagine having to debone, slice and cook them. Hence more often than not my parents feel inclined to procure deboned ones from wholesalers; they may cost a little extra no doubt, but a hell lot of time is saved in the kitchen.

Anyways, my family's cai png business fared pretty well since it was strategically located near bustling office and residential districts. Blue-collar workers usually ordered 2+1 set meals; white-collar workers typically opted for 3+1 set meals.

Additional reasons as to why our cai png business was profitable back then, as mentioned earlier, were my mom being a great cook – therefore her food was always top-notch and consistently tasty, not forgetting my father who was an extraordinary marketer and maestro at socializing. Introduce a stranger to him and they could end up becoming best pals chatting for hours. Because he was able to converse with others so darn well, customers could be quite easily coaxed into choosing the more expensive dishes or ordering greater quantities. He was indeed THAT good.

Those days we could afford to live in a landed property at Tanah Merah. My father drove a Mercedes Benz and we owned a separate van used for collecting groceries. In case you were wondering, yes, we purchased all them ingredients directly from the Pasir Panjang wholesale centre. We reckoned it was a lot cheaper than having to get our stuff from contracted suppliers who might further impose hefty delivery fees on top of things. My parents would therefore drive the van to Pasir Panjang every morning around 7-8am, then proceed forth to open the stall for business.

We would be closed on Fridays. Now you may ask, “What? Why Friday? Why not Sunday or Monday?” Because families usually eat out on weekends; and on weekdays (Mon-Thurs) since its business as usual for most we could expect plenty of blue and white collar workers during lunch and dinner hours. But on Friday, many rather ‘pig out’ elsewhere or savour heavier fare like western cuisine. Just to add, during most public holidays we remained opened (e.g: Hari Raya, Deepavali, Labour Day and so on). However we will definitely shutter during Chinese New Year's eve and the following 8 days.

Life was awesome back then. We were well-off. Me, being the only child in the family, received plenty of love and attention from my parents - put it simply I was utterly spoilt by them. They bought me whatever I wanted; When I was studying in a polytechnic, they gave me debit and credit cards for my personal use. I never thought twice about splurging on branded goods and thoroughly pampering my junior college girlfriend (we met at the library while I was doing research there btw). We frequently engaged in heavenly sex romps too - after all she was a libidinous nymph with one really hot, petite sexy body. During her school holidays, we even secretly vacationed in France.

Upon graduation, I did not feel the need to further my studies since I could just take over my parents' business. Deep down I harboured grand expansion plans, which included fulfilling franchising ambitions. Then again, everything had to be put on hold since I was called up for national service.

Fast forward one day, when I was in the army, my officer gave me the bad news… my father had passed away. I later learnt from my mom that he suffered a heart-attack when he went to the stall one early morning to get some accounting work done. He was only discovered lying unconscious on the floor after sometime by another stall owner. Sadly he didn’t pull through… I was just 1 month away from fully discharging my NS obligations. I expended all my compassionate leave alongside normal leave allowances until I ORD-ed just to care for my mom. She was so distraught by my father’s death she ended up being bedridden for weeks. Our stall remained closed for about 2 months in the meanwhile.

She finally found the strength to reopen the store for business. I would drive the van every morning to procure supplies from the Pasir Panjang wholesale centre and subsequently deliver them to the stall. On multiple occasions I witnessed my mom crying whilst cooking, so I would go over to hug and console her… I really loved my mom. She’s a very strong woman. At this point, I was so busy assisting her any residual thoughts of going for further studies went right out the window.

More at https://tinyurI.com/v9eaa4w

 

[laksaboy]

古早味 this and 古早味 that... I wonder if CB can also be 古早味.

 

[TerrexLee]

kukujiao wei!

 

[syed putra]

These " economy rice" sucks but these operators eventually own hotels and properties all over.

 

[countryman]

These " economy rice" sucks but these operators eventually own hotels and properties all over.

Why sucks? U were eating it every other day n you'll not fail to order your favourite bbq pork.

 

[covertbriar]

At least he's not a 败家子 not this dude:

A former cai png stall owner who screwed up badly recounts his personal trials and tribulations

To begin, a little about myself… My parents used to own a cai png stall. But I pretty much destroyed everything and I’ve been reprimanding myself ever since.

Here's my long story…

When I was still studying in primary and secondary school, I would spend most of my time at the coffeeshop where my parents ran their cai png stall. My mom, a brilliant cook, obviously did all the cooking; my dad, on the other hand, was in charge of serving customers and cashiering duties. He also took care of all accounting related affairs and filed the stall's annual tax returns.

To those who are wondering, running a cai png store can be a rather lucrative business, that being said it very much depends on the size of its customer base as well as variety of items folks routinely order. Typical 2+1 meals will net you about $0.30-0.50 or so profit-wise. Different vegetables yield different margins. For example, the cost of procuring sweet potato leaves is cheaper than that of kangkong. Unsurprisingly selling meat, and of course, fish dishes (usually dory is served) do bump up your bottom line significantly. Take note though quite a fair bit of preparation time is involved as far as fish is concerned– imagine having to debone, slice and cook them. Hence more often than not my parents feel inclined to procure deboned ones from wholesalers; they may cost a little extra no doubt, but a hell lot of time is saved in the kitchen.

Anyways, my family's cai png business fared pretty well since it was strategically located near bustling office and residential districts. Blue-collar workers usually ordered 2+1 set meals; white-collar workers typically opted for 3+1 set meals.

Additional reasons as to why our cai png business was profitable back then, as mentioned earlier, were my mom being a great cook – therefore her food was always top-notch and consistently tasty, not forgetting my father who was an extraordinary marketer and maestro at socializing. Introduce a stranger to him and they could end up becoming best pals chatting for hours. Because he was able to converse with others so darn well, customers could be quite easily coaxed into choosing the more expensive dishes or ordering greater quantities. He was indeed THAT good.

Those days we could afford to live in a landed property at Tanah Merah. My father drove a Mercedes Benz and we owned a separate van used for collecting groceries. In case you were wondering, yes, we purchased all them ingredients directly from the Pasir Panjang wholesale centre. We reckoned it was a lot cheaper than having to get our stuff from contracted suppliers who might further impose hefty delivery fees on top of things. My parents would therefore drive the van to Pasir Panjang every morning around 7-8am, then proceed forth to open the stall for business.

We would be closed on Fridays. Now you may ask, “What? Why Friday? Why not Sunday or Monday?” Because families usually eat out on weekends; and on weekdays (Mon-Thurs) since its business as usual for most we could expect plenty of blue and white collar workers during lunch and dinner hours. But on Friday, many rather ‘pig out’ elsewhere or savour heavier fare like western cuisine. Just to add, during most public holidays we remained opened (e.g: Hari Raya, Deepavali, Labour Day and so on). However we will definitely shutter during Chinese New Year's eve and the following 8 days.

Life was awesome back then. We were well-off. Me, being the only child in the family, received plenty of love and attention from my parents - put it simply I was utterly spoilt by them. They bought me whatever I wanted; When I was studying in a polytechnic, they gave me debit and credit cards for my personal use. I never thought twice about splurging on branded goods and thoroughly pampering my junior college girlfriend (we met at the library while I was doing research there btw). We frequently engaged in heavenly sex romps too - after all she was a libidinous nymph with one really hot, petite sexy body. During her school holidays, we even secretly vacationed in France.

Upon graduation, I did not feel the need to further my studies since I could just take over my parents' business. Deep down I harboured grand expansion plans, which included fulfilling franchising ambitions. Then again, everything had to be put on hold since I was called up for national service.

Fast forward one day, when I was in the army, my officer gave me the bad news… my father had passed away. I later learnt from my mom that he suffered a heart-attack when he went to the stall one early morning to get some accounting work done. He was only discovered lying unconscious on the floor after sometime by another stall owner. Sadly he didn’t pull through… I was just 1 month away from fully discharging my NS obligations. I expended all my compassionate leave alongside normal leave allowances until I ORD-ed just to care for my mom. She was so distraught by my father’s death she ended up being bedridden for weeks. Our stall remained closed for about 2 months in the meanwhile.

She finally found the strength to reopen the store for business. I would drive the van every morning to procure supplies from the Pasir Panjang wholesale centre and subsequently deliver them to the stall. On multiple occasions I witnessed my mom crying whilst cooking, so I would go over to hug and console her… I really loved my mom. She’s a very strong woman. At this point, I was so busy assisting her any residual thoughts of going for further studies went right out the window.

More at https://tinyurI.com/v9eaa4w

I find it rather incredulous.......

 

[bobby]

Almost MYR10,000 per month...ho say liao.