"Little sister, Yang Bin, you are back?"

When Song's father saw them, he stopped the discussion.

"Well, Dad, I just heard you guys talking excitedly in the room, what happened?"

"Well, let's go into the lobby and sit down and talk." Song's father sighed.

When everyone returned to the lobby, Song Cai poured a glass of water on the table, gulped down a few mouthfuls of the water to quench his thirst, and then began to explain the whole story to everyone.

It turned out that when they went to the black market to sell red date cakes today, they found that someone else was also selling it, and the taste was very similar, and the price was particularly low.

There were people selling it before, but the taste was nowhere near as good as his, so the impact wasn’t that big, but this time it’s different.

Song Cai held the cup tightly, frowning, "I think the person selling the red date cake today is targeting us on purpose. He knows we sell it for 20 cents, so he only sells it for 15 cents.

Later, we saw that we were about to go back and there were still a lot of items left that had not been sold, so we just followed his example and sold them at 1.5 cents, while he sold them at 1 cent.

Fortunately, some old customers have chosen us, otherwise we might not be able to sell a single piece today."

As soon as Song Wugang finished listening, he felt the scene come to his mind and immediately pounded his fist on the table in anger.

"Why is this person like this? Can't he just sell them to each other at the same price? This is too infuriating!"

Father Song looked at the bamboo basket, where more than half of the cakes were left unsold, and sighed heavily again.

"That person must have known that we were making money from selling cakes and he was jealous of us, so he started making cakes and selling them too."

Song Ruan felt that this matter was not that simple.

"Third brother, you said the red date cake that person sells tastes very similar to ours?"

Song Cai nodded: "Yes, because that person's sales are better, I even bought a piece to try, it's basically the same."

"That's strange, because the pastries my godmother makes use of different ingredients and methods than the usual ones, and the taste is different too."

Once everyone heard this and thought about it for a moment, they knew what the problem was.

"Did that person steal our pastry?"

Song Ruan nodded: "It should be, otherwise the taste can't be the same.

Song's father agreed with his children's analysis, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Then how did he learn it secretly? I'm sure that person is not from our village, and I don't know him."

Song Wen deduced, "Ever since my younger sister said that the red date cake was secretly made, I thought the problem must be with asking someone to help make the cake.

Because we ran a lot some time ago, didn’t we invite a few aunts from the village to help?

As for the person selling the red date cake, it doesn’t matter whether we know him or not, because the person who learned it by stealing it can just make it and give it to someone else to sell.”

Father Song was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. "How can this be possible? How can these people be so mean! We have paid people to come and help us. It's ok for her to learn secretly, but she actually turned around and used a low price to deal with us."

"Dad, this kind of thing is very normal. You just need to get used to it." Song Ruan comforted.

Nowadays, most people are like her father, with simple thoughts. If buying and selling are free in the future, this kind of thing will be very common.

"Alas, this is the first time your father and I have encountered such a thing. I really can't get used to it."

"Dad, think positively. The loss isn't that big. Just think of it as a lesson learned."

Song Ruan really thought it was a good idea. This way, her family would be more careful about this aspect in the future.

"If you hire someone next time, give them the simple and time-consuming tasks, and do the key tasks yourself. Be more careful so that others won't learn from you."

"But now it has been stolen. Even if we start to prevent it now, it's too late."

Apart from his father who was unable to accept it, Song Wu was the saddest person present.

He had been involved in this business from the very beginning, and by making money, he knew what he liked and should do.

Song Wu said dejectedly, "Little sister, do you think we should also lower the price in the future? Otherwise, we won't be able to sell it. If the taste is the same, others will definitely buy the cheaper one."

"No, we won't engage in a price war." Song Ruan shook her head.

"If we lower the price, others will be able to lower it even further, and in the end it will just be a competition of who uses the cheapest materials. This won't work in the long run."

"Little sister, from what you said, do you have any other ideas?"

When Song Wu saw his sister's calm expression, his dejection disappeared.

Song Ruan curled her lips: "Yes."

"What's the solution? Tell it to my second brother."

The others also looked expectant.

"Since he has imitated the red date cake, then we can make other things. We can make red bean cake, mung bean cake, etc. These use different ingredients and different cooking temperatures. He can't just learn from us.

In addition, I have been thinking for a long time that we can also make some canned syrup, peanut crisps, candied fruits, and other foods that are not easy to spoil and can be stored for a long time. "

Song Wu was stunned when he heard this and his saliva was almost flowing out.

"Little sister, you are amazing. You can do all these!"

Song Ruan curled her lips, a little arrogant: "Of course!"

"But where did you learn all this?" Song Wu asked.

Song Ruan's smile froze and she quickly found a suitable excuse.

"I, I just like to eat it, and I usually ask those who are good at cooking for advice. I also asked Yang Bin's mother, my mother-in-law, for advice."

"Right, Yang Bin?" Song Ruan nudged the man next to her with her elbow.

"Yeah, that's right." Yang Bin smiled and nodded, playing with her fingers under the table where no one could see.

Song Ruan always felt that his smile was teasing her for almost falling over just now, and she couldn't help but glare at him.

Yang Bin directly held her hand with a smile on his face.

No one noticed these little actions.

Song Wu was interested in doing business and immediately thought about the feasibility of this matter.

He asked a crucial question: "But we don't have the ingredients, we don't have red beans or green beans at home.

Moreover, the canned syrup, peanut crisps, and candied fruits you mentioned can be stored for a long time, but they all require a lot of sugar. "

Song Wen also agreed with what Song Wu said.

"Sugar is a delicate substance. Every supply and marketing cooperative has a fixed quantity. It is difficult to buy it even if you have money."