Lin Ziyan patiently finished explaining, and then went on to describe several ways to eat shrimp paste.

Once the free noodles on the table were all taken, the shrimp paste on the shelf was also sold out.

Even the pasta was sold in large quantities.

"Young lady, are there any other ways to eat this noodle?" an older woman asked Lin Ziyan, holding up a plate of spaghetti.

Zhang Xuefeng stood to the side with his hands in his pockets, watching the whole thing.

The store manager just came to report that pasta sales have reached a new high.

This noodle, which had consistently been the lowest-selling noodle since we received it, suddenly surpassed all other noodles today.

"Pasta can be made in several flavors. Tomato meat sauce or tomato shrimp are popular with kids. You can also make curry chicken, shredded beef, and so on..." Lin Ziyan briefly explained a few ways to make it.

Several elderly women gathered around, each taking a bag of spaghetti.

The customers who come here to buy food are mostly from well-off families and don't mind that this noodle dish is more expensive than regular noodles.

"Young lady, could you recommend a few more seasonings for us? Otherwise, we won't be able to make the taste we want when we get back," one of the older women said.

They mistook Lin Ziyan for a salesperson in the store and never imagined that she was the factory manager of the shrimp paste factory.

Chen Niaoshu looked at Lin Ziyan, who was surrounded by the crowd, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

Standing not far away, Zhang Xuefeng made no attempt to hide his admiration for Lin Ziyan; the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing.

All of Lu Yunshen's close childhood friends had a very subtle attitude towards Chen Niaoshu.

It seems like no one can get close to Chen Niaoshu, and no one can give a reason why.

"Shushu, let's hurry home, or we won't be able to cook lunch in time," Grandma Chen urged.

The store was getting more and more crowded, with both the home appliance section and the fresh produce section packed with people.

Looking at this scene, Lin Ziyan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "As expected of the most prosperous central business district in Beijing, the spending power is really strong."

"Shall we go to the office to sign the purchase contract?" Zhang Xuefeng asked.

He no longer questions the sales of shrimp paste, and has even started to consider using the same method to promote other slow-moving products.

The amount of ingredients used for free tastings is negligible compared to the sales volume.

Today's pasta sales figures are the best proof.

The two arrived at the office.

Zhang Xuefeng poured tea and placed it on the table.

"If I order 200 jars of shrimp paste every month, can your shrimp paste factory produce them all?"

"Of course," Lin Ziyan replied without hesitation.

Before she came to Beijing, she had already asked Fatty to collect the raw materials for making shrimp paste.

Lin Ziyan also signed contracts with more than twenty shrimp farms, and the shrimp paste factory bought all the fresh shrimp.

She also contacted the fishing boat owner and signed a contract to guarantee the shrimp supply.

Lin Ziyan said, "However, a clause needs to be added to the contract: our factory's shrimp paste must be placed on the middle shelf, and the shrimp paste ordered will no longer be sold on consignment, but will be bought out."

Shrimp paste has a shelf life. Currently, transportation costs are high and transportation time is long. Shrimp paste factories cannot afford the losses caused by product expiration due to time differences.

Zhang Xuefeng frowned. The first one wasn't difficult; the main problem was the second one.

If the shrimp paste they ordered cannot be sold in time, they will have to bear the losses themselves.

Many seasonings are now sold on consignment, so fresh food sections are not given much attention by supermarkets.

"Manager Zhang, I hope you will order within your means and not be greedy."

“Everyone wants to do long-term business, not just a one-off deal,” Lin Ziyan said with a faint smile.

She understands the current retail economy, which relies on a fragmented sales model due to limited product competition.

This business model is still viable due to the scarcity of resources.

The store only displays the goods and lets customers choose freely; there are no marketing strategies involved.

The store gets a commission if the product is sold, and the store doesn't lose anything if it's not sold; all the risks are borne by the manufacturer.

Zhang Xuefeng frowned, unsure of the quantity to order.

He used to not consider these things at all, ordering whatever he wanted and returning it to the factory after it was sold.

Now……

“I suggest ordering 100 jars of shrimp paste each month first, and then signing a supplementary agreement if you want to order more later…” Lin Ziyan briefly explained her idea.

In the end, Zhang Xuefeng adopted her suggestion.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "The person Brother Shen introduced is a shrewd one."

They not only know how to promote, but also how to share risks.

It was nearly noon when the two finished signing the contract.

Lin Ziyan walked out of the Beijing Lianchao supermarket, looked up at the sign above, and a hint of anticipation appeared in her eyes.

Today's promotion was a spur-of-the-moment idea, but the results were surprisingly good.

Now that this deal is secured, the shrimp paste factory can finally breathe a sigh of relief and continue its development.

Instead of returning to the hotel, she took a bus to explore the area.

…

evening,

Lin Ziyan got off at a bus stop not far from the hotel and planned to walk back to the hotel.

The doors of the Beijing Lianchao Supermarket were already closed, with only a few uncles sweeping the floor at the entrance.

She glanced at the time and slowly walked back, stepping on her shadow.

As several dark figures loomed behind her, Lin Ziyan's heart tightened.

She mentioned the Huazhou Hotel on the train; could that have made her a target of that group?

Lin Ziyan reached into her purse, her steps still light and relaxed, making it impossible to tell that she was nervous at the moment.

As night falls, the streetlights on both sides come on, casting an orange glow on the path.

The journey was only five minutes long, but the cold wind was blowing, and Lin Ziyan felt as if time was being played at a slow speed, making it an extremely agonizing experience.

The pace behind them quickened noticeably; they were getting closer and closer.

There were hardly any people on either side of the street. Lin Ziyan hadn't expected it to be so quiet so early in the evening. She wished she hadn't been out so late.

She could faintly hear her own heart pounding, and her hands involuntarily clenched.

"Don't run, there are still our people ahead..." the person behind whispered, his tone icy.

Lin Ziyan's pace quickened, appearing from a distance as if she were jogging.

The people behind them pressed closer, but dared not run.

There are still patrol cars here occasionally, but they don't dare to take the risk.

Lin Ziyan realized this and immediately started running.

However, she soon stopped because two more people appeared in front of her, one of whom was a familiar face.

The young auntie at the train station?

She no longer looked afraid; her eyes were full of mockery and sarcasm.

Lin Ziyan frowned deeply. How could this person have been released?

"You little brat, you've really given us a hard time. Wait till we get back and see how I deal with you." The aunt laughed, her smile like a wolf baring its fangs in the night, ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

Several people slowly surrounded them...

The uncle who used to sweep the floor at the entrance of the Super League was nowhere to be found.

Lin Ziyan's heart skipped a beat; the figures of those middle-aged men from earlier seemed to overlap with the figures of the men in front of her...

So they were already here waiting for her?

"You'd better not yell, or you'll regret it..."

After the young woman finished speaking, she took out a white bottle and stepped forward with a cold smile.