Are you trying to trick me into selling your formula by using a competitive strategy?
Fang Yanxin said, "When your great-aunt was playing this game, you were probably still peeing and playing in the mud somewhere."
She had finished eating, put down her chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Then it's more cost-effective for you to buy it locally. It's tiring to travel all this way back and forth."
Mr. Wu: ...
It's not you who's tired.
no.
How can you still have the mind to care whether I'm tired or not?
Shouldn't you be anxiously begging me not to buy other people's formulas?
After thinking it over, Mr. Wu suddenly realized that it might be because he hadn't yet revealed the bottom price.
To be honest, he didn't feel comfortable offering that price.
It would be best if Fang Yan spoke first.
That way, he would know where her expectations for the price lay.
That makes it easier to negotiate a lower price.
But Fang Yan was different from the businessmen he had met before.
Indeed, how could a village woman with a shabby stall compare to a merchant who at least owns a shop?
Mr. Wu was really unwilling to have made a wasted trip, or rather, he was a little skeptical that he couldn't handle Fang Yan, so he threw out the "bait," "five hundred yuan."
Fang Jie always eats very quickly, and he had already finished all the fried rice cakes and rice cake soup.
Zhu Xiuhua and Xiaoyuzai at the next table had also finished eating.
Fang Yan stood up abruptly and said apologetically to Boss Wu, "I'm sorry, I'm a little pressed for time."
Anyone with a sound mind knows what she means.
Mr. Wu, being a successful businessman, was certainly not lacking in common sense, so his face darkened even further. "You think it's too little?"
Fang Yan laughed mockingly, "Did I ever say I was going to sell my braising spice recipe?"
Mr. Wu couldn't take it anymore and suddenly stood up.
As soon as he stood up, Fang Jie quickly stood up as well.
Qibei seemed to fly over in the blink of an eye, standing in front of Fang Yan and giving Boss Wu a fierce warning, "Woof!"
Don't think you can bully my master just because I'm eating next door!
"Uncle, are you going to hit my mother?"
Little Fish is small and has short legs. Although he is slow, he arrives and stands next to Qibei, clenching his little fists, tilting his little head up, and looking angrily at Boss Wu.
Zhu Xiuhua also came over, looking at him warily.
Mr. Wu: ...
What kind of den of dragons and tigers did he walk into?
He had no doubt that if he dared to nod in agreement, no matter how big or small, whether human or dog, they would pounce on him and beat him into a pulp.
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" Young man Xiao Sun stepped in again to smooth things over, "It's all a misunderstanding."
Fang Yan could understand why the other party was angry. She guessed that Mr. Wu felt that she had played him for a fool.
However, on the other hand, he kept saying ambiguous things, but never directly asked her, "Are you selling your braising spice recipe? And how much would you sell it for?"
So even if Fang Yan deliberately waited until the very end to express her unwillingness to sell the formula, how can it be said that she tricked him?
He only has himself to blame. He could have solved it in two sentences, but he insisted on going around in circles for three hundred...
Fang Yan genuinely had no intention of selling the recipe for the braising spices.
After all, she couldn't package and sell the spring water from the space as well.
The reason why her braised dishes taste so unique is that the spring water and the braising spices each contribute equally.
Since we can't sell the complete formula, we naturally can't sell it.
Otherwise, it could be deceptive.
She wouldn't earn money that goes against her conscience.
Money earned through dishonest means should not be earned.
Legitimate money can be earned.
“My mom, my brother, my son, and my son Qibei misunderstood Mr. Wu,” Fang Yan said with a smile, taking out a handful of pork jerky from the cloth bag she was carrying. There were various flavors. “This is a new product that I just developed. You can take it and try it out. Let’s just consider this misunderstanding over.”
"Oh, by the way, this pork jerky is now available for sale. If you need any, you can come and buy it from me."
Fang Yan placed the pork jerky in front of Xiao Sun, then called to Zhu Xiuhua and the others, preparing to leave.
Although Mr. Wu's arrogance made her very unhappy, well, who could blame her for being such a fat sheep?
As a businessman who is making a lot of money and needs to secure his future livelihood, who would turn down money?
So before leaving, Fang Yan politely said to Mr. Wu, "Mr. Wu, our pork jerky comes in four flavors, and each one is very popular. You are welcome to come to my store to buy pork jerky wholesale. I will definitely give you a discount because of your kindness."
Mr. Wu: ...
He was furious!
Anyone want to buy pork jerky?
He's here to buy the braising spice recipe!
Once he gets his hands on the recipe, he can braise all sorts of delicious dishes. Just by making delicious food, he can keep his restaurant going.
Yes, although his restaurant has only been open for a little over a year, he has hired a very capable chef.
But for some reason, the restaurant's business remained mediocre, showing no signs of improvement, and it didn't make much money.
If things continue like this, the business will have to close down in less than three years.
Because, judging from the current situation, more and more people will definitely start businesses in the future, and maybe next year there will be more people opening restaurants.
Mr. Wu, though arrogant and self-important, was not without his intelligence. He knew that if the competition became too fierce, his restaurant would struggle to survive.
So when he heard that Fang Yan's braised dishes were well received, he had the idea of adding them to his restaurant's menu.
However, the two counties are two or three hours apart, and transportation is very inconvenient. Who has the time to travel back and forth between the two counties every day?
Naturally, buying her braising spice recipe solved everything.
However, despite all the planning, no one expected that Fang Yan wouldn't sell the braising spice recipe.
Mr. Wu was so angry that he wanted to curse Fang Yan, but then he caught a glimpse of Qi Bei glaring at him fiercely, and then glanced at the rest of the Fang family...
Good heavens!
So many eyes were staring at him fiercely, as if they would rush up and fight him to the death if he dared to curse.
He's an old man, how could he possibly stand up to so many people?
What's more, it's a big dog.
Mr. Wu had no choice but to swallow all his insults.
The man, in his forties or fifties, turned his face away angrily, like a wronged young wife, not wanting to see Fang Yan's hateful face!
puff……
Despite clearly disliking this person, Fang Yan inexplicably found that this arrogant Boss Wu was somewhat adorable.
After Fang Yan and her family left, Xiao Sun stared at the pork jerky on the table, hesitating for a long time, "Boss, this pork jerky..."
"Throw it away! Who wants her pork jerky?" Mr. Wu roared angrily.
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