George, an American, is a restaurant owner with more than a dozen restaurants in the United States.
He had previously considered whether to import some other countries' cuisines to pair with his steaks.
But he hadn't found the right one yet, but just now, he found it!
Eating steak on its own can be quite greasy, so they always pair it with vegetables.
That's where the problem lies. This is the common practice across the United States, including George's restaurant.
Things were fine before, but in recent years, there have been more and more restaurants in the United States. With more stores, customers are divided, which has led to George's restaurant business not being as good as before.
George came out this time to see if he could find other delicacies to bring back and make them a specialty of their restaurant.
While George was considering whether to bring them back, the Koreans over there were already shouting loudly.
"Impossible! This must have been prepared in advance. I don't believe that every bottle here tastes like this!"
"That's right! We suspect you prepared this in advance!"
Americans and Japanese don't understand Korean, but they have translators.
After the translator explained the Koreans' words, the Americans and Japanese looked at them as if they were laughing at them.
If the Koreans hadn't gone out to select and sample the pickles, they might have had the same thought.
But as everyone just saw, this opened jar of pickled vegetables was personally selected by the Koreans, and it was the very bottom jar they chose.
This proves that every bottle of their pickled vegetables is indeed of this quality.
Fortunately, the Koreans didn't know what they were thinking, otherwise they would have been so angry they would have vomited blood. After all that trouble, they actually ended up helping others.
Huang Qinqin and Manager Gao looked at the Koreans who kept shouting and yelling, and doubted whether they really had the money to place an order.
Huang Qinqin said calmly and confidently, "We can guarantee the taste of every bottle of pickled vegetables."
"Of course, if you think only this bottle tastes good, you can buy a few bottles and open them on the spot. If the taste is different, we will compensate you tenfold."
"However, if it is confirmed that the taste is indeed the same, I hope you can apologize to us."
The Koreans hesitated after hearing Huang Qinqin's words. Could it be that they were overthinking things?
However, upon further reflection, they realized that Huang Qinqin was bluffing them, betting that they would believe her after hearing these words.
Several Koreans walked aside and started discussing.
"I think we should just let it go. There's no need to make things too tense with them."
"No way! I don't believe every single one of their bottles is delicious. Did you see that?"
One of the Koreans pointed at the people buying pickled vegetables and said, "Look, these people look very poor."
"But the fact that they buy several bottles at a time proves that this kimchi must not be expensive."
"I don't think they would sell such delicious kimchi so cheaply."
"That's right, I also agree to fight them to the end."
Mainly in Korea, resources are scarce, and kimchi is not cheap to begin with; delicious kimchi is even more expensive.
To sum it up in one sentence: "A frog at the bottom of a well has no idea how vast the world is."
After discussing it, the Koreans returned to the counter, tilted their chins up, and asked, "How much is a bottle of kimchi?"
Huang Qinqin glanced at Manager Gao, who nodded at her, indicating that she should make a bold offer.
So Huang Qinqin gritted her teeth and said, "One yuan and fifty cents a bottle!"
Other Chinese nationals accompanying them: !!
Looking at the clearly marked price of 30 cents a bottle of pickled vegetables on the counter, they felt that Huang Qinqin's price was a bit too high.
However, the translator did not think Huang Qinqin's price was too high, because he had been with these people for almost half a month and had a lot of resentment towards them.
But the translator was also quite flustered, because he had suddenly forgotten the exchange rate between the Korean and Chinese currencies...
Seeing that everyone was waiting for him, the translator closed his eyes and blurted out, "Three hundred Korean won a bottle!"
(The author was unaware of the currency exchange rates in the 1960s, so for ease of conversion, the exchange rate was roughly based on 1:100 for Korea, 1:50 for Japan, and 1:0.1 for the United States.)
Upon hearing this, the other translator quickly poked him and hurriedly reminded him, "You quoted too much! 1.5 yuan should be 150 Korean won!"
translate:......
No need to poke him anymore, he's already dead...
However, apart from the three translators, no one else knew that they had quoted the wrong price.
However, they were all stunned when they saw the Koreans hear the price.
Huang Qinqin felt a little uneasy. Was it really too expensive? Was it so expensive that they couldn't afford it?
The Koreans swallowed hard, realizing they had underestimated the Chinese. They hadn't expected so many people to buy such expensive kimchi.
They had originally planned to buy ten or eight bottles to open on the spot, but now they'll just buy five bottles for now.
There were five of them, so if each person bought one bottle, it wouldn't be too expensive.
"Let's start with five bottles, but we'll have to choose them ourselves."
Just when Huang Qinqin thought the Korean man thought it was too expensive and didn't plan to buy it, the Korean man finally spoke.
The translator breathed a sigh of relief when he heard them say they wanted five bottles. Luckily, the Koreans bought them; otherwise, he would have been the one to commit a crime.
"They said they wanted five bottles, but they wanted to choose for themselves."
"Sure, but we need to collect payment first. You can only pick the goods after the payment is settled."
The Korean man took out 1,500 Korean won and handed it to Huang Qinqin. Then, the group went to the counter to pick out some pickled vegetables.
Looking at the money in her hand, Huang Qinqin suddenly realized an even more serious problem: she had no idea how much money was in it.
The accompanying leader explained, "This is about 15 yuan."
Oh, it was 15 yuan. Huang Qinqin was about to say they had given her too much when the translator whispered, "Um..."
"I think I quoted the wrong price; I told them it was 3 yuan a bottle..."
Since that's the case, Huang Qinqin didn't stand on ceremony. She said to the translator, "Then could you please tell the people from the other two countries that it's 3 yuan a bottle as well? Thank you!"
After saying that, he immediately handed the money to Manager Gao and told him about the translation.
The two of them seemed to see the words "sucker" in foreigners.
Huang Qinqin felt even more disappointed; it seemed they had underestimated the spending power of foreigners.
After much deliberation, the Koreans finally selected five bottles of pickled vegetables, and then invited people from other countries to come and try them.
Before the taste test, they even threatened, "We're about to expose your lies!"
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