Chapter 150 150. Sneaking fish
Song Tan knew that the yield of vegetables in his own field would never be low, so he nodded at this moment:
"Wait until the vegetables in the field are produced in large quantities. If you are mature, you must find someone to buy it.”
Otherwise, if you come to the vegetable market every day, you won’t have the time or energy.
It will be no problem to cook a thousand kilograms of dishes from morning to night. But the problem is that there is a lot of work at home. Now, doing it every other day is already the limit.
As for the price...
"The same price, twenty yuan per catty, buy one hundred catties and get one catty free."
Vegetarian:...
Wholesale, but not complete wholesale.
He endured it, and then asked: "If you look like this, what's the difference between wholesale and our retail purchases?"
"It's all the same."
Song Tan said confidently: "It's still the same way to pick, and it's still the same way to deliver the goods. My cost has not been reduced..."
As for whether there will be no vendors to buy it - just kidding, just for the taste of this dish, you can go to any star hotel and charge 200 yuan a pound.
As long as someone can say no after trying it, Song Tan must respect the other person as a man.
The vegetable seller swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and now he did not think about helping. He just carried his bag of bamboo shoots and sat back on the pony in the stall.
But I sat there thinking for a long time, and finally walked over angrily:
"Then I will wholesale for twenty yuan a pound, and I have the final say on the price in the vegetable market. Do you think that's okay?"
“Stop wholesale.”
Song Tan said sincerely:
“Although I don’t have much land, I know the quality. I come to the vegetable market to sell vegetables. Just to make money so that everyone can eat well...
"Honestly speaking, is twenty yuan cheap compared to the quality of my food?"
"If I wholesale it to you, I won't be able to make a small difference in price, and secondly, everyone is familiar with me. The price of this dish is high. If you want to increase the price, why bother?”
Why bother?
But I guard the God of Wealth every day, and eventually I have to go back and stare at my ordinary little stall... Who will make up for this gap?
The vegetable seller looked at her resentfully: "Sister, last time I told you about renting a stall in the vegetable market, have you thought about it?"
Song Tan pondered: "It seems there is no need..."
After saying this, before he could expand on it, the vegetable vendor next door quickly said:
"If you don't wholesale, you won't wholesale. If you rent a stall, you will have a fixed place to build a reputation in the future. "
"Your products are good, and everyone in the vegetable market has vaguely heard about your position in the past few days. Someone has set up a stall for a long time, just because the sales are good."
"It's obviously trying to gain your reputation, and it's not worth it to make repeat customers angry at you."
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He said sincerely: "The stalls in this vegetable market are really cheap, but they are a little tight. If you have connections, you can go to a stable place and spend a small amount of money. It is really worth it."
"At worst, you have to sell every day How many vegetables are there? I’ll drive there and I’ll sell them for you!”
“It’s your stall. Leave me a small space on the side and I’ll sell the vegetables I wholesale, okay? "
"Don't worry, it won't take away from your reputation. I'll put the price up and you can check it at any time."
Song Tan wondered: "I feel you are here. It’s good to set up a stall, and it’s cost-effective. You can leave after every day, and you don’t have to have a stall, right?”
Just as he was talking, the tip of his nose suddenly felt cold. He looked up and saw that the spring rain had begun to fall.
Smoky rain fell softly. The vegetable vendor wiped the tips of his wet hair and showed her wet palms:
“Look, besides being poor, this is also the reason. . ”
“I’m getting older and I don’t want to be exposed to the sun, rain, and cold wind anymore.”
This is really feasible.
Song Tan had also taken a good look at this vegetable seller's character during this period. He didn't say how noble he was, but what he said was indeed true. And as her family’s vegetable garden becomes increasingly busy, it’s impossible for her to regularly drive her car to the city to set up a stall every day.
But Song Tan was not willing to package all the vegetables to wholesalers.
But she was really moved by what the vegetable seller said.
"It's just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You have been setting up a stall for so long without waiting for a stall. How can I set it up all at once?"
"But I quite agree with your idea. If there is a place, we can discuss it.
While chatting, I sold 77% of the few bamboo shoots in the carriage. Eighty-eight.
At this moment, I saw a familiar face looking around and approaching like a thief:
“Xiao Song, my ten catties of bamboo shoots. ”
He quickly scanned the QR code to pay the bill, while he stretched out his hand and waited to receive his big bag.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh.
"Zhu Suo, are you worried?"
The person who came was the director of the police station that arrested her last time.
That illicit arrest was an unexpected fortune for Song Tan, but for the entire police station, it was simply unbearable to look back.
I only caught the wrong one once!
Every wallet was taken out, and it was silkier than that old washboard.
Buying tea is heartbreaking enough, but at least I can comfort myself: spending such a big amount of money once will last me a long time.
Unexpectedly, everyone saw the grand scene of the vegetable market. Starting from the last wave of milkvetch, everyone came at different times every time, and they were like thieves when buying vegetables.
Zhu Suo held the bag in his hand and gave a wry smile: "You can't be careful! Last time, Xiao Wu bought five kilograms of milkvetch from you, but he didn't hide any of them, so he let everyone grind them. The hard-boiled ones are divided.”
“You said this dish is so expensive, and even if one piece of bamboo shoot shell falls off, I will feel sad for a long time, but I can’t let those guys know.”
Song Tan suppressed his laughter, lowered his voice, and said with the same thief's attitude:
"Zhu Suo, you'd better leave quickly. I see that little brother Zhou in your office has come here now." The fruit stall is here.”
“Is this just fishing at work?”
Who has time to talk about fishing?
Zhu Suo trembled in his heart, carrying a ten-pound plastic bag around, and launched a rigorous anti-tracking drill in this familiar vegetable market that looked like his doorstep.
Xiao Zhou came over quickly and secretly.
"Xiao Song, weigh three kilograms for me."
As he said, he handed out another red banknote: "The unit is full of animals!"
"Also You Zhousuo was so treacherous that he bought it secretly and made diced red oil bamboo shoots at home, sealing a small package for himself in a ziplock bag at work - I just ate one and finished it."
< br>Isn’t this bullying them because they don’t know how to cook and are single?
Xiao Zhou said bitterly: "When I go home from rest, I will ask my mother to cook it for me!"
Of course, you have to keep an eye on it, otherwise the red oil bamboo shoots might be ready and end up being Not in his own mouth.
Song Tan couldn't help but express sympathy:
Her food is a bit expensive but also very delicious!
After touching the change that the vegetable vendor had just given, she quickly pulled out forty yuan and handed it over.
If the plot requires it, arrange for people to touch a fish, but you won’t touch it in reality... Anyway, you know.
(End of this chapter)