70 lucky little group pet

The next day, the same group of three went to the town.

Xie Cheng went to the slaughterhouse, Lin Xiao and Lin Sheng first went to the supply and marketing cooperative, bought a bunch of seasonings, and happened to pass by the State-owned Hotel when they left.

The proprietress liked Lin Xiao very much. She saw Lin Xiao from a distance and greeted her, "Why did you go back so early today?"

"School is on holiday, come to town to buy something." Lin Xiao dragged Lin Sheng into the restaurant while talking, and ordered two bottles of soda.

The waiter was still there yesterday, she had seen Lin Xiao a long time ago, but she did not show her hospitality like other guests, but pretended to be busy, clearing away the tables that had been cleaned long ago.

This person seems to be very familiar with the proprietress, so he is here to complain, right?
Lin Xiao was drinking soda, thinking of his own spicy strip business, took out the tightly packed spicy strips from his bag, and spread them out on the table, "Miss Boss, do you think your restaurant needs this?"

The proprietress was wiping the plate, and opened a pair of curious little eyes, "What is the red oil?"

"Latiao, you taste it."

Seeing Lin Xiao's unfathomable expression, the proprietress became more and more curious about what it was, and stepped forward to pick one up with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Like everyone's reaction, it was so spicy that I breathed out immediately, but after the spicy taste, I wanted to taste it again.

"No wonder it's called Latiao, it's really spicy." The proprietress has been doing business for so many years, and she has already developed a pair of sharp eyes.

Although the spicy strips are spicy, they are full of flavor. It belongs to the type that wants to eat another bite after one bite. Customers are definitely indispensable.

"Miss Boss, I want to sell spicy strips in your store. I wonder if we can cooperate?" Lin Xiao didn't know what to do. After all, this is the National Grand Hotel. I'm short of money, so I don't know if I can take a fancy to snacks like spicy sticks.

The proprietress looked at Lin Xiao for a long time, and Lin Xiao's heart was pounding, for fear that the proprietress would say something wrong.

Lin Sheng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "We provide hot strips. If they can be sold out on the same day, they will be paid fifty-five cents."

Lin Xiao was a little surprised. Although the production cost of spicy strips is not high, if it is five or five cents, he can't make much money.

Moreover, they only borrowed the shop of the National Hotel, and the proprietress doesn't need to worry about anything, even if they can't sell it, they are the unlucky ones.

The proprietress also figured this out, and responded with a smile, "No problem, but let's agree in advance that no matter how much you sell, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't take responsibility or risk."

Lin Xiao pouted, trying to pull her father up and leave.

Fifty-five cents really can't make money, and if you add raw materials and labor, you might lose money.

Lin Sheng nodded and said solemnly, "Okay."

At the same time, he also said, "Let's sign an agreement first to make it clear and avoid unnecessary trouble."

Of course the proprietress is willing, but she is illiterate, so she called the chef who cooks in the back kitchen, who is also her eldest son, to sign an agreement with Lin Xiao and the others.

The agreement was made in duplicate, and Lin Sheng and the proprietress signed their fingerprints one after another.

After finalizing the agreement, Lin Sheng dragged Lin Xiao out of the hotel.

After going out, Lin Xiao couldn't help but asked Lin Sheng, "Dad, do you know that this is a losing business?"

Fifty-five points, I really can figure it out.

Lin Sheng hummed, "I know."

"Do you know that it's five or five points? The key is that five or five points is fine. What kind of agreement do you have to sign? I think you must think it's too boring on weekdays." Lin Xiao suspected that her father had no business skills at all, and didn't know Then how to open the garment factory.

Lin Sheng smiled inscrutablely, "I didn't say we'll always cooperate."

Lin Xiao was puzzled, "And then?"

"I just want to let everyone know that Latiao is delicious through the restaurant. As long as everyone knows that Latiao, even if we sell it ourselves, there will be customers."

Lin Xiaomao suddenly understood, and couldn't help raising his thumb, "Good idea."

But she also has other doubts, "We don't have a trademark and packaging bags for Latiao, what if it is imitated?"

The production process of spicy noodles is very simple. If you are a chef, you may taste how to make them after eating a few times. At that time, the streets will be full of spicy noodles. The market will become smaller and the demand will decrease. Let alone making money, it will be good if you don’t lose money up.

Lin Sheng also thought of this question, "I'll go to the county seat to have a look in two days."

I don't know if there is such a machine for making plastic bags. If not, you need to find a way by yourself.

The two bought a basket full of things, Lin Sheng walked in front with his back on his back, Lin Xiao took a look inside when he reached the entrance of the alley, although he wanted to go to the slaughterhouse to find Xie Cheng, but because his father couldn't Now, she had no choice but to keep her thoughts in her heart, and wait until Xie Cheng came back at night before inquiring about the situation carefully.

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Zhu Dazhuang never thought that the spicy strips were so valuable. Two days ago, he took Xiecheng's spicy strips and didn't finish them. In the evening, a group of customers came to the slaughterhouse.

Who knew that after these customers ate the spicy strips, they were full of praise and would buy a little of everything.

Zhu Dazhuang didn't know where he got the courage to make up a random price. Instead of thinking it was expensive, the group of people asked for twenty catties directly, which was more profitable than him selling pork.

It only costs [-] cents per catty to buy it from Xie Cheng, but it costs [-] cents per catty to sell it to others.

Twenty catties of spicy strips directly earned six yuan.

If you earn six yuan a day, that's one hundred and eighty yuan a month, and you can have a foreign car of a different brand.

The more Zhu Dazhuang thought about it, the happier he was. He had been looking forward to Xie Cheng's spicy noodles since early in the morning.

After Xie Cheng came, he took twenty catties of spicy strips, borrowed a foreign car, and went directly to the county seat.

It was evening when he came back, but Zhu Dazhuang didn't feel tired at all, instead he was elated.

The rickshaw was not put away, it was thrown on the ground with a thud, and he ran into the yard and asked, "Has Xie Cheng left?"

There was a freshly slaughtered pig lying in the yard. Zhu Dazhuang was surprised to see the smiling Zhu Dazhuang, but he still pointed to the house, "It's inside."

Zhu Dazhuang ran into the house quickly, just in time to hear his subordinates settle accounts, "There are ten catties of fat meat, two yuan and thirty cents."

Zhu Dazhuang calmed down, "Where is Xie Cheng buying pork?"

Xie Cheng nodded, and asked someone to wrap the pork in a plastic bag while paying for it.

"Two yuan is enough, no change."

Zhu Dazhuang waved his hand, and the fat on his face was crowded together because of his smile, "Do you still have spicy strips? Bring me fifty catties tomorrow."

Xie Cheng slowly took out two yuan from his pocket and put it on the shiny wooden table. He didn't ask Zhu Dazhuang why he wanted so many spicy sticks, so he nodded, "Okay."

When he tasted the spicy strips for the first time, he knew that it would become a popular snack in the streets and alleys in the future.

Fifty catties is not too much, within his expectations.

However, this way of selling is not a long-term solution. Zhu Dazhuang sold the spicy sticks to others. Although he did not know how much difference he made, it was definitely not a small amount of money, otherwise he would not have asked for so many catties of spicy sticks.

When I go back at night, I must talk to Lin Xiao. It is better to get the agent out quickly, otherwise the money will be taken away by others, and they will only end up with hard-earned money.

Xie Cheng thought about it for a long time. He didn't know if his second uncle had been to the provincial capital, so it would be better to write a letter and ask.

By the way, I would like to ask if there are any major customers in the provincial capital who need spicy noodles.