Zhou Chen is not afraid of competition from his peers.
Even if someone tries to copy his stinky tofu business, he remains confident.
Everything depends on the product itself. Let the market decide; customers will choose the product that tastes best.
The only concern is that someone might sabotage things behind the scenes.
But it doesn't matter, he can try to avoid it.
After closing up shop, Zhou Chen took the initiative to find Zhang Dafu and briefly explained his thoughts.
"Referral marketing? Brother Zhou, this... this won't interfere with your business, will it?"
Zhang Dafu was surprised that Zhou Chen was willing to take the initiative to help them increase business and guide customers to spend money. He didn't know that Zhou Chen was new to the area and just wanted to build good relationships.
"Brother Zhang, I think it's not easy for anyone to set up a stall. It's just a matter of saying a few words and letting others make more money. There's nothing wrong with that. Money isn't earned by one person alone."
My stinky tofu snacks are selling well now because many people haven't tried them before and are just curious and want to give them a try. It's unrealistic to expect this every day.
Zhang Dafu wholeheartedly agreed with these words.
He recalled that when he first set up his stall, it was similar to Zhou Chen's stall. It was very popular, but after a while, the popularity dropped sharply, and he only sold a few units each day.
Zhou Chen's stinky tofu is probably the same.
"Leave this to me. I'll talk to them, and they should all agree."
"By the way, Brother Zhou, the people from the street management department will be here shortly. I've already told them, so you can just give them the money directly later."
Zhang Dafu suddenly changed the subject.
"Thanks, Brother Zhang."
Zhou Chen thanked him, saying that he had previously mentioned the matter of paying the stall fee to Zhang Dafu.
"No need to thank me. My stall is right next to yours. Customers line up to buy your stinky tofu, and some even buy my cold noodles at the same time. If anyone should thank someone, it's you," Zhang Dafu said with a smile. His business had indeed benefited from Zhou Chen's stinky tofu.
After all, many people were bored while waiting, and when they saw some cold noodles on the side, they didn't want to buy them at first, but they bought them anyway.
As the two were talking, people from the street management department arrived. Zhou Chen gave a brief introduction, then registered and paid a month's stall fee of five hundred yuan on the spot.
Five hundred is not a small amount; many workers only earn around a thousand a month.
Fortunately, within an acceptable range, this money is mandatory; otherwise, they have the right to kick you out and prohibit you from setting up a stall in the commercial area.
After paying the stall fee, Zhou Chen said goodbye to Zhang Dafu and left the commercial area with Xu Dalong. From now on, they could set up their stall as usual.
No one will drive them away or bomb them.
The next evening,
After Zhou Chen and Xu Dalong arrived at their stall location with their cart, Zhang Dafu brought over several other snack vendors. After a brief exchange, Zhou Chen offered to help attract customers, so there was no reason for them to refuse.
Zhou Chen didn't care about others trying to attract customers for him, because the smell of stinky tofu could travel dozens of meters, far more powerful than any other means of attracting customers, something that ordinary snacks couldn't match.
He did this simply to maintain good relations with his colleagues, to ensure everyone got along peacefully and to prevent them from sabotaging him behind his back. That's all.
Zhou Chen is quite adept at understanding human relationships and social dynamics.
After all, he was a newcomer. Although his snacks were different from others, he was still a competitor in the same industry. Having an extra stall would make it easier for him to steal customers from others.
Even if others don't say it, they will still have their own thoughts.
Next,
When Zhou Chen encounters customers buying stinky tofu, he always mentions other stalls and welcomes them to visit those stalls.
This did bring some foot traffic to several stalls.
Of course, the busiest stall was still Zhou Chen's stinky tofu stall. Although it wasn't as busy as it was yesterday, people were still ordering a serving every now and then.
Yesterday's net profit was over 800, but even after deducting the stall fee, only 300 was left.
Today was not as good as yesterday; the net profit was around 400.
Most importantly, Zhou Chen believed that Xu Dalong could run his stall by himself and didn't need him to follow him around every day.
But just to be on the safe side, he decided to stay for another day.
"What's that smell? It stinks!"
What do they sell there?
Zhou Ling was strolling along the street with Zhao Kun on her arm when they both smelled a peculiar scent and noticed a group of people gathered together not far away.
This aroused great curiosity in the two of them.
Not long after,
The two approached the stall, and at first, their eyes were drawn to the deep-fried stinky tofu. They found it quite novel, noting that many people were waiting to buy it, and it looked delicious.
Zhou Ling was just about to say she wanted to try it,
But the words that were on the tip of his tongue immediately died back down when he saw a figure. "Brother Kun, I think I'm hallucinating. That person looks like my older brother?"
oh?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kun glanced over. He hadn't paid much attention at first, but after a closer look, his pupils dilated slightly in surprise.
This isn't just a resemblance; it's Zhou Chen!
Zhou Chen went back to school, so why is he here?
etc……
Wait, Zhou Chen is taking money, could it be...?
Zhao Kun's expression flashed, and he pulled Zhou Ling aside, whispering, "Wife, he is your older brother Zhou Chen. Moreover, I have a feeling that he is in business. If I'm not mistaken, this stall in front of us is most likely his."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ling's face showed a look of surprise.
Is Zhou Chen back in business?
Despite her reluctance to believe it, the familiar figure before her was none other than Zhou Chen; she was not seeing things or hallucinating.
Moreover, Zhou Chen only takes money and doesn't do any work, so he's clearly the boss, and the person next to him is an employee.
It used to be a construction site canteen, and now they've set up a food stall. This stall, in particular, seems to be selling very well; so many people are saying it's delicious and lining up to buy it.
“Wife, look, your brother clearly has two businesses that we didn’t know about. We only heard about the construction site canteen from other people before, but now we’ve seen this food stall with our own eyes. How many other things does your brother have that you three siblings don’t know about?”
Zhao Kun stared at the figure in front of the crowd and said with a sarcastic tone.
Zhou Ling's face was very unpleasant. She remembered the last time she went to the construction site and forced Zhou Jiang to give up the site canteen. As a result, Zhou Chen not only refused to give it to her, but also hit her and bullied her along with those people.
As the eldest brother, he has two profitable businesses, yet he refuses to give one to his own sister. How can he do this?
Zhou Ling hated Zhou Chen to the core, believing that Zhou Chen was too selfish and cold-hearted.
"Honey, what are you planning to do? Should we leave, or pretend we didn't see anything?"
Zhao Kun asked.
Zhou Ling snorted, "Why should I leave? He's the one who wronged me. Not only am I not leaving, I'm going to show up in front of him openly and see how he reacts when I catch him in the act."
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