"Hey! Lollipop Sister! Why are you selling meatballs now?!"

Zhang Kexin skipped and hopped, pulling Yan Tiechao to the stall.

"I don't have money, I can't afford it," Yan Tiechao said coolly.

"I have money, I'll treat you! What kind of food do you want?"

Zhang Kexin took a coin purse out of her schoolbag.

Qin Yi glanced at her secretly; she was quite wealthy.

“Then I’ll treat you next time,” Yan Tiechao said, his eyes fixed on the meatballs in the fryer, before taking a step back to check the price.

"I want one fried meatball, one beef meatball, one cuttlefish meatball, and three spicy strip meatballs." Tiezi really has a deep love for spicy strips.

"I owe you ten yuan. I'll pay you back when I get a perfect score on the test."

“Okay!” Zhang Kexin’s chubby little hands rummaged in her wallet and took out two 10-yuan bills, handing them to Qin Yi.

"Hey lollipop lady, I want one too, here's 20 yuan for you."

After parting ways in the parking lot, Yan Tiechao walked home alone.

There were still two spicy snack balls left in the bowl he was holding, and he couldn't bear to eat them.

His sister made fried meatballs, mixed them with some chili and a sauce he didn't recognize, and they made him incredibly hungry. They were a hundred times tastier than the spicy strips he bought from the store yesterday!

After trying the much better spicy snack balls, spicy snacks just became a compromise... Sigh...

Yan Tiechao raised his hand to look at the calendar on his phone watch; the next monthly exam wouldn't be until ten days later.

He longs to take exams every day.

Huh? There's a small red bag on the ground ahead. It looks quite exquisite.

Yan Tiechao picked it up, opened it, and immediately put it in his pocket.

Feeling uneasy, he put the red bag back into his schoolbag, then excitedly slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and ran all the way.

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At 5:30 p.m., elementary school students in grades 4-6 also left school one after another.

"Why did you only get 70 points in Chinese? Have you been paying attention in class lately?"

"Your grades have dropped so badly, you're not allowed to watch TV at home anymore, and your two hours of game time on weekends are also canceled!"

"Elementary school questions are the easiest; 90 points is the passing grade. Your current score doesn't even qualify you as a passer!"

"I cook for you every day after get off work, help you with your homework, and spend all my time taking care of you. Is this the grade you give me in return?"

"Every time I tell you something, you just keep your head down. You don't listen when I tell you, and you don't change even when you do. It's driving me crazy!"

The woman's loud voice echoed through the alley.

The elementary school students around her ran away in fear.

She was completely immersed in the negative emotions of criticizing the children, and the more she spoke, the louder her voice became and the more agitated she became.

"Ma Xiaomei!"

A clear, melodious voice reached her ears.

Who is calling her?

She looked around, but didn't recognize any of the parents.

"Ma Xiaomei! I'm here!"

Qin Yi called out and waved her arms in greeting.

Ma Xiaomei finally spotted a familiar face behind a giant meatball-shaped light sign: "It's you! The rice noodle shop owner!"

She led her child to the stall and looked around.

"Boss, why did you switch from selling rice noodles to selling fried meatballs? We neighbors on Fuchun Street are dying to eat your food!"

Ma Xiaomei stared at the price list, her face filled with shock: "So cheap! Compared to your old rice noodles, it's practically free!"

That was the price set by the system, and Qin Yi couldn't do anything about it.

Now that it's my turn to set prices and I need to increase sales volume, I'll naturally go for the low-profit, high-volume strategy.

"Sigh! Please look after the elementary school students!"

"Then give me a 20-yuan meatball! You can decide, my daughter and I aren't picky eaters."

“Oh, right,” Ma Xiaomei whispered to Qin Yi, “they said you were the one who called the police for me that day, and before they could thank you, you moved away.”

Qin Yi glanced at Ma Xiaomei's daughter and whispered, "It was nothing, don't worry about it."

"Let's exchange contact information. I know this area quite well, so feel free to contact me if you need any help."

One box contains non-spicy grilled meatballs, and the other box contains fried meatballs seasoned with chili oil and sauce.

The little girl's eyes finally lit up when she saw the meatballs come out of the oven, but she still asked softly, "Mommy, can I eat some?"

"Eat up, eat up. After you finish eating, I'll go back and cook. You do your homework first."

Ma Xiaomei was walking and eating with her daughter when she suddenly turned around and gave Qin Yi a thumbs up! Then she gave her three more thumbs up.

Sometimes, silent praise is quite touching.

...

After a long day of running around.

Qin Yi returned home and took stock of the remaining inventory.

The dessert shop sold out of all the meatballs. They used a lot of small meatballs, and the large ones could be made and sold fresh. There wasn't a single one left.

The fried food shop still has a third of the meatballs left. We'll restock tonight; frozen meatballs can be stored for many days.

On the one hand, it has fast delivery, short shelf life, and large volume;

On the one hand, the delivery is slow, the shelf life is long, and there are many different products.

The task completed on the first day was 780 units per unit.

The majority of the dumplings come from dessert shops; a bowl of dessert can hold about 40 dumplings.

Qin Yi plans to sell more sweet dumplings to complete the basic tasks.

We need to find other ways to increase variety and try to get more of the system's "hidden rewards".

I woke up early the next morning.

Qin Yi rolled up her sleeves and made a lot of colorful little balls, which she also paired with some fancy jelly.

Once the goods were ready, everyone felt like they had fallen into a colorful castle.

Once everything is ready.

Qin Yi rode her milky-white sugar water cart.

Arrive at the same spot in front of Ziyi Elementary School as yesterday.

Good morning, big sister!

Qin Yi greeted the woman who sold grass jelly yesterday.

As usual, the eldest sister set up her folding table and then took out bowls that looked like small boats and placed them in front of the table.

He smiled faintly at Qin Yi: "Good morning, sister."

"Is the eldest sister selling new products today?"

Qin Yi parked her car, arranged her sweet rice balls in the shop window, and chatted idly for a bit without even looking up.

"Hmm!" The eldest sister clearly didn't want to talk today, and Qin Yi noticed it too, so she shut up and kept quiet, and everyone went about their own business.

"Ring ring, it's time for get out of class to end."

Qin Yi arrived late today, and the students were already out of the steamer before all the sweet soups had been served.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the older woman next door also scrambling around.

The fried chicken vendor, while summoning a mythical beast, asked, "Why do you two seem to be selling somewhat similar items?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yi took a closer look at the boat-shaped bowls on her elder sister's table, which were already filled with strings of large white glutinous rice balls.

The older sister tore open a bag of powder, poured it into a basin, added water, and stirred it with a stirring stick.

After a few dozen seconds, a bowl of thick, apricot-yellow emulsion appeared.

The eldest sister poured the thick liquid into a boat-shaped bowl, poured it over the large glutinous rice balls, and then sprinkled different colored powders on top.

Finally, she pulled a sign out of the drawer and placed it on her desk.

The sign read: "Milk Foam with White Jade Meatballs, 5 yuan a bowl"

Not only did she plagiarize, but she also engaged in price wars. This woman is a master of market psychology.