Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Che Zai Xia has been having a headache recently as he lost control of the profitable territory of Temple Street, causing him to lose not only face but also money.

If he can't get the money from Temple Street, he still has a lot of medical expenses to pay, which makes him feel sad just thinking about it.

But during the negotiation, Rubber Fish kept holding on to Ming Tsai's matter, causing his seniors in the underworld to not support him unanimously, which was beyond his expectation.

In this case, if we want to take back Temple Street, we have to keep fighting.

But those people in Xigoupan all had injuries like broken bones, and they would need at least three months to recover. How could they have the strength to fight back? If people from other gangs were mobilized, it would be unreasonable in the first place, and it would lead to an all-out struggle between the two companies.

This is something that the top executives of both companies do not want to see, so Che Zai Xia has no choice but to wait.

When Malaysia sent someone to find Che Zai Xia and told him about the recent experience of the teahouse, Che Zai Xia knew that the opportunity had come.

He knew without hesitation that the one causing the trouble was his opponent, Rubber Fish, because he was well aware of the grudge between the big and small ponies.

For this purpose, he sent out his most capable men, and took a group of people to the teahouse to drink tea with the same excuse, to confront Che Zai Xia's men.

People on both sides said they were not here to cause trouble, they just disliked each other.

What good can come from thugs fighting each other? Just fight!

As a result, the previous problems of the teahouse were not solved, and new problems arose - neutrality was gone.

My goodness! There are fights every day, endless fights, which have destroyed all the business of the teahouse.

Malaysia had no choice but to hold another internal meeting.

"A Bao, what bad idea did you come up with?" At the beginning of the meeting, Dama pointed out the idea of ​​Bao Bo, "Now that the people from the car shrimp are here, we can't do business. It's better to let the people from the fish ball girl stay there, at least there will be some business."

Uncle Bao had a bitter face and was unable to answer.

The accountant in the store, Da Ma's sister-in-law, flipped through the account book and said, "Brother-in-law, if this continues, we won't be able to pay salaries. This month's business has dropped by 90% compared to last month, especially after Brother Xia's people came. There are still broken chairs every day. It's a loss for my grandmother."

Malaysia is heartbroken and bleeding.

"Aju, you and Aqiang go find Brother Xia tomorrow with the money." Dama said cruelly, "Tell Brother Xia's people not to come. If this continues, the shop will collapse, and he doesn't want to see it."

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

Things were not done well and money was lost. After the meeting, Dama smoked one cigarette after another, thinking about making back his money.

At this time, Uncle Bao came back and said, "Boss, we have a lot of regular customers. After Brother Shrimp's people stop coming, the business will slowly recover. But as long as Fish Ball Girl's people don't leave, our business won't be good. I think we should clean up the third and fourth floors, so that we can double the number of customers."

With the teahouse’s previous business, the third and fourth floors were never used at all, so those two floors were always piled with sundries or used as accommodation for employees.

What Bao Bo suggested is indeed a solution. Adding two floors for business, even if Rubber Fish continues to increase its staff, according to the previous routine, the turnover will increase significantly.

"Boss!" Bao Bo continued to persuade, "It doesn't matter who comes to drink tea. We have more tables, so they have to send more people, which will increase their costs. Let's see how long they can hold out. If we reduce costs, we may make more money than before."

"How else can costs be reduced?" Dama showed some interest.

"Reduce the ingredients!" Uncle Bao suggested confidently, "I can buy noodles and meat of slightly inferior quality, and I can't buy dead seafood, but other things are fine..."

He has been purchasing for a long time and knows many vegetable sellers.

Among the ingredients of the teahouse, flour, shrimp, pork, chicken, etc. are the main ingredients.

These ingredients are not fake, you can buy inferior ones, such as flour, or buy ones with lower purity, such as pork and chicken. You don't have to buy fresh ones.

"Don't mess around!" Da Ma glared, "The customers will find out after eating it, and then the reputation of the teahouse will be ruined and we will have to close down anyway."

His first concern was not whether or not to use inferior ingredients, but he was worried that the customers would be able to taste it, which indirectly proved that he was not a decent guy.

"Don't worry, boss. I have a way!" Uncle Bao whispered, "I have a way to ensure that nothing goes wrong and I can also deal with Yudanmei's people. First of all, the things I buy are absolutely fine and it's hard to tell. As long as you don't buy dead shrimps, we can buy frozen pigs and chickens. Secondly, we separate the fresh and the stale, and old customers get the fresh ones. Yudanmei's people come to make trouble, they deserve to be punished..."

The money-greedy Malaysian is tempted!

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The teahouse has a car, a van specifically used to purchase food ingredients.

Generally, Uncle Bao would drive with a helper to buy food together. In order to get cheap food and other reasons, Uncle Bao went to many places.

For example, if he wants shrimp, he will go directly to the dock by the sea to purchase it, and this purchase is usually done in the early morning.

After that, you can go buy pork and other ingredients. You don’t need to buy things like flour every day.

Today, Uncle Bao did not bring his assistant. He drove himself to buy fresh shrimps and other seafood, and then went to buy frozen pork.

After pulling the pork back, Dama was very happy to see the quality of the pork. He thought the price was so much cheaper and it was a good deal to be able to buy such good stuff, so he urged him to buy flour. The teahouse consumed a lot of flour every day.

And this movement was finally noticed by Zeng Wangcai.

Uncle Bao drove to a familiar workshop to order a batch of flour, but he was stopped as soon as he parked his car.

"Boss, boss, I know you..." Lin Fusheng stopped Bao Bo in standard Cantonese. Among Zeng Wangcai and his five companions, only Xiao Bao and Yu Tie still had problems speaking Cantonese. The others were very good at it, no different from the locals. "You are Boss Bao from Zhongji Tea House, right?"

"Who are you? I don't know you, go away!" Bao Bo was very alert and didn't intend to pay attention to Lin Fusheng's approach. After all, what he did couldn't be known to other people.

"Boss Bao, I really know you." Lin Fusheng, who was dressed in a respectable manner, took out a very fashionable business card from his briefcase and handed it to the suspicious Bao Bo, "Let me introduce myself. I am a salesman from Tiandi Company. Are you here to buy flour? I have it, and the price is very reasonable..."

Zeng Wangcai's net spread out little by little.

Zeng Wangcai knew exactly where the teahouses in Malaysia usually purchased their goods, who they contacted, and what they bought.

When Zeng Wangcai found out that Bao Bo had started selling frozen goods, he immediately asked Lin Fusheng, who was a stranger to him, to start laying the groundwork.

He didn't look for the frozen meat, but was looking at the flour line.

Before Bao Bo came, Zeng Wangcai had asked Lin Fusheng to find the owner of this workshop and sell a batch of high-gluten flour to the owner at a price much cheaper than the flour processed by the owner himself.

After waiting for Bao Bo, Lin Fusheng began to act.

"What the hell, I don't know you, I won't buy things from strangers."

"Boss Bao, I'm not a stranger!" Lin Fusheng said with his mouth moving up and down. "I went to the teahouse to drink tea and met you. I wanted to go to you directly, but the business here is not small, so I was delayed. My flour is very good, white and delicious, and the price is very cheap. I will give you what you deserve. If you don't believe it, you can go inside and see that the boss inside also bought my flour. Why should you let others make money again..."