Sun Lixin placed the sliced ​​cured meats on the table, looking quite excited.

"Try it."

"Let's see how it tastes."

Liu Wei was also observing Lin Yifeng from the side, curious about the two's reactions.

Lin Yifeng picked up a piece of cured meat with his chopsticks, tasted it, and couldn't help but frown.

"It's a bit salty."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wei and Sun Lixin's expressions changed.

Indeed, when it comes to preserved meats, it's crucial to get the saltiness just right. If it's too bland, it becomes greasy; if it's too salty, it becomes unpalatable.

When Lin Yifeng tasted the cured meat, his first reaction was that it was salty.

This stuff can't be steamed and served directly; it has to be stir-fried into a dish.

Donglai, on the other hand, offered a different perspective, looking at Lin Yifeng with a puzzled expression.

I think it's just right.

"Brother Feng, is it salty?"

Liu Wei and Sun Lixin were slightly taken aback.

Donglai prefers strong flavors, and this taste is just acceptable; it's not considered a very salty dish.

On the contrary, Lam Yat-fung prefers a lighter taste and can accept the saltiness of normal dishes.

Liu Wei and Sun Lixin were now completely baffled.

Whether it was too salty or just right, the two of them were a little unsure about the taste of the cured meat.

Lin Yifeng, on the other hand, didn't care about any of that. He looked at Sun Lixin and Liu Wei in front of him and asked them directly about the important points.

"Master Liu, Master Sun."

"I just wanted to ask."

"How did you set the price?"

Sun Lixin and Liu Wei exchanged a glance, then looked at the cured meat in front of Lin Yifeng and quoted their desired price.

"Sausage, 20 yuan for two, 10 yuan for one."

"Cured pork, 14 yuan per jin."

"I feel that preserved duck is not easy to prepare, so I don't plan to sell it."

"Preserved fish, 10 yuan a piece."

Lin Yifeng nodded in satisfaction after hearing this.

Compared to roast duck, preserved meats are more affordable, and even ordinary working-class families can afford to buy them to enjoy during the Lunar New Year.

This price is quite reasonable.

Sun Lixin and Liu Wei had also considered these things. There were many migrant workers in Zhongzhou Province, and most of the people in the supermarket were ordinary people. There was no need to sell them at too high a price.

As long as it's one or two dollars more expensive than the market price, the profit is enough.

Lin Yifeng tried two more bites of sausage and fish, which tasted similar to cured pork, but with a stronger flavor.

Seeing Lin Yifeng's frightened expression, Sun Lixin frowned.

"I'll go back and adjust the saltiness again."

"I feel that the control of salt is still a bit lacking."

Lin Yifeng shook his head after hearing this.

"No need to bother with these things, Master Sun."

"This tastes just right."

"If you were to eat this in a restaurant, it would definitely be substandard."

"But if you want to buy them as snacks to go with drinks, then they're just right."

Sun Lixin smiled slightly.

But Lin Yifeng knew very well that the saltiness was just right for someone who often did physical labor.

They need to expend a lot of physical energy, so they need to replenish more salt than the average person.

Buying this as a snack with drinks during the Chinese New Year is definitely the best choice.

It can be said that Sun Lixin has a very accurate grasp of the tastes of Zhongzhou Province. If it were sold in Kyoto, the sales might not be very good.

"Okay! It's settled then, Master Sun!"

"Try to prepare as much as possible."

"Once I return to Muye this month, we'll prepare to go."

Liu Wei and Sun Lixin both smiled brightly.

After deciding what to sell for the New Year, Lin Yifeng and Donglai spent the day visiting other places.

We're going to see what else we can bring back.

Unfortunately, after looking around, the only suitable pastries were last year's Daohuacun pastries.

After finishing all that, Lin Yifeng went to Fu Yuehong's shopping mall with the accountant they had hired in Kyoto to report the monthly share.

When the list was presented, the accountant next to Fu Yuehong stared wide-eyed.

"Sister Fu, this..."

"What's wrong?"

Fu Yuehong picked up the report with a puzzled look.

After seeing the share given in the report, Fu Yuehong blinked, looked at the report, and then looked up at Lin Yifeng, who was smiling in front of her.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Are you sure?

Lin Yifeng smiled.

"That's right, that's the price."

Fu Yuehong took a deep breath and nodded.

After Lin Yifeng left, the accountant next to him finally couldn't help but complain.

"Sister Fu, is this kid laundering money?"

"He's only been here for less than a month."

"The three stores together have a combined value of over three million yuan. How am I supposed to report that to the tax bureau?!"

Fu Yuehong rubbed her temples, a helpless expression on her face.

"Report it."

"Report it."

"What can we do? They're making money."

The accountant shook his head with a wry smile.

Having worked as an accountant under Fu Yuehong for so many years, this was the first time she had ever seen a store generate such a large turnover.

She was already imagining what kind of expressions the people at the tax bureau would have when they saw this amount.

Meanwhile, after leaving, Lin Yifeng went directly to find Wei Yuxian.

After submitting the financial report, he planned to leave Kyoto in a few days.

Wei Yuxian is also getting busy. The Little Tyrant project is progressing, and with the arrival of next year, her VCD shop is also preparing to open.

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