Song Ze took the two bottles of chili sauce that Xia Qingqing had given him home.
Grandpa Shen liked it immediately after trying it, and he could eat an extra bowl of rice with it.
The grandmother and grandson were both big eaters, and a bottle of chili sauce was gone in just a few days.
During dinner that day, Grandpa Shen pointed to the chili sauce and said to Song Ze, "Where did you buy this chili sauce? Buy some more and send a few bottles to your aunt's house, and also send a few bottles to your uncle's house."
This stuff tastes really good. He's getting old, and whenever he has something good, he thinks about the children and wants them to be able to eat it too.
Song Ze looked at the old man with a half-smile: "Is it delicious? I didn't buy it. It was made by Qingqing's mother. You can't buy it even if you want to."
Grandpa Shen fell silent after hearing this, never expecting that such delicious chili sauce was made by his grandson's future mother-in-law.
He knew that what he had done in the past wasn't very popular, so he couldn't bring himself to ask for help in making more bottles. He could only look at the hot sauce with regret, thinking that he wouldn't be able to eat such a delicious thing again.
Old Master Shen secretly planned in his heart that after Song Ze left, he would quickly hide the remaining bottle and keep it for himself to eat slowly.
"Well, let me talk to Qingqing and see if we can ask Auntie to make a few more bottles," Song Ze chuckled when he saw the old man remain silent, and finally offered him a way out.
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Shen immediately perked up: "Then don't let them suffer a loss. Remember to pay them. This thing is not easy to make, is it? If it's really inconvenient, then forget it."
Song Ze nodded in agreement, but he didn't plan to discuss the matter with Xia Qingqing.
He knew that Xia Qingqing would definitely not accept his money after he told her. This kind of thing didn't make much money anyway, and he couldn't let his girlfriend suffer a loss.
Therefore, Song Ze plans to buy 10 bottles directly from Yuan Xin once the goods arrive.
Yuan Xin was unaware that Song Ze had already withheld one-fifth of the goods before he even received them.
At this moment, Yuan Xin was eating in the transport team's canteen, with a bottle of chili sauce in front of him.
Watching Yuan Xin eat rice and chili sauce with such relish, his colleagues' mouths watered.
A senior colleague who was usually on good terms with Yuan Xin sat down next to him with his lunchbox.
"Xiao Yuan, what are you eating? I can smell it from far away."
Yuan Xin chuckled and pushed the sauce in front of him to his colleague: "Brother Wang, you should try it. This was made by my friend's mom, and it tastes really good."
My colleague didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a large spoonful, put it in his lunchbox, and eagerly took a bite with the rice: "Mmm, this tastes amazing!"
Upon hearing this, the people around immediately gathered around and started chattering at Yuan Xin:
"Brother Xin, let me try it."
"Xiao Yuan, I'd like to try it too."
"This smells so good! The little fish is so delicious, it's sizzling with oil when you bite into it."
"It's crispy and spicy, so delicious."
"Don't put so much in your food, leave some for me."
A large bottle of hot sauce was emptied in no time, and everyone looked at the empty bottle in bewilderment.
Yuan Xin wasn't angry at all. Instead, he said cheerfully, "It's okay. This sauce is really delicious. My friend gave me two bottles, and I still have one left at home."
When the senior colleague heard that he had another bottle, his eyes lit up immediately: "Xiao Yuan, do you think you can give me that bottle? I'll give you 2 yuan."
Their transport team has high wages and can earn extra money on the side, so they really don't need to worry about a few dollars.
Upon hearing this, the others immediately chimed in, "Brother Xin, I'll give you 3 yuan, give me that bottle of chili sauce."
"I can also give 3 yuan, Brother Xin, you can ask your friend's mother to make a bottle for me," another colleague was more clever. Rather than trying to snatch the only chili sauce from Yuan Xin, it would be better to spend money to have someone make it again.
These words stirred up a hornet's nest, and everyone else clamored for Yuanxin to help them ask their friends' mothers to make a few bottles for them.
Yuan Xin was secretly overjoyed, but remained outwardly calm: "Quiet, everyone, please be quiet for a moment."
“This chili sauce was a gift from my friend. I love it myself, so of course I’m not going to give it away. I, Yuanxin, am not the kind of person who is stingy with a few dollars.”
"However, I can ask the auntie if she's willing to do it for you. As for the price, you don't need to make any random offers. Let's talk about it after I ask the auntie."
Everyone expressed their understanding and said they were waiting for his good news.
Yuan Xin was overjoyed. Although he knew the chili sauce would be popular, he didn't expect it to be this popular.
The day after Yuan Xin arrived at the transportation team, some colleagues gathered around him.
"Xiao Yuan, how did your inquiry go? Are they willing to help us?"
Yuan Xin nodded with a smile: "Making this chili sauce is particularly troublesome. I had to say a lot of nice things before the auntie finally agreed."
"She didn't want to make money from this, so she just charged everyone a material fee and a labor fee of 2.5 yuan per bottle."
Upon hearing the price, his colleague patted Yuan Xin on the shoulder and said happily, "Good lad, give me two bottles first."
As his colleague was saying this, he offered Yuan Xin money, which Yuan Xin accepted without hesitation. He explained that he was helping out and couldn't very well ask someone to pay for the materials as well.
When others heard that it was only 2.5 yuan a bottle, they also placed orders with Yuanxin one by one, and Yuanxin wrote down their names and quantities.
Selling it for 2.5 yuan a bottle was something Yuanxin had planned long ago. Although someone offered 3 yuan a bottle yesterday, that was just a price they thought was inflated because they only had one bottle of chili sauce. Scarcity drives up prices, after all.
Even at 2.5 yuan a bottle, he can still make a lot of money. He can earn 70 cents per bottle, and 70 yuan from 100 bottles.
In no time, Yuan Xin had ordered 40 bottles of chili sauce. Other colleagues who arrived late also wanted to buy some, but Yuan Xin turned them away.
There were only 50 bottles in total, so he had to keep a few more for himself and his family.
......
Yuan Xin took the large package that Song Ze handed him and, with a grin, handed over the 120 yuan that he had prepared beforehand.
He had already paid a 50 yuan deposit last time, so this time he simply paid the rest of the money.
100 bottles of chili sauce, at 1.7 yuan per bottle, that's 170 yuan.
After Song Ze took the money, he took out two ten-yuan bills and returned them.
Yuan Xin looked at him, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? What does this mean?"
He didn't think Song Ze would suddenly lower his price.
"This 20 is for the chili sauce. I took 10 bottles in advance, so you're still making a profit of 3 mao per bottle. You're welcome," Song Ze said with a smile.
Yuan Xin glared at Song Ze and said, "You're the worst dog ever. These were made by your future mother-in-law, why didn't you just ask her to make a few more bottles for you?"
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