Zhou Ling felt Zhou Chen's gaze.
The brother and sister looked at each other from afar. A smug look flashed across Zhou Ling's face, and she gave him a "we'll see" look.
Then, I set up a stall with Zhao Kun, heated the oil, and started selling for the first time.
This scene was quickly witnessed by Xu Dalong, Zhang Dafu, and others.
"Brother Zhou, someone's trying to steal your business."
Zhang Dafu walked over and offered a reminder, but he didn't seem to be gloating. After all, Zhou Chen's stinky tofu stall did bring him some customers.
Anyone can run a stinky tofu business, but selling it well is the key to success.
Zhou Chen shrugged indifferently. His stinky tofu sauce was a unique secret recipe, and it was in no way inferior to those famous stinky tofu brands from his previous life.
The boss who taught him back then was also his mentor. Without capital, one cannot grow a large and powerful business; otherwise, one could make a lot of money.
Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun were probably jealous of his successful stinky tofu business and wanted to imitate him and try to get a piece of the action.
However,
Is this field really that easy to succeed in?
Zhou Chen was confident that, in terms of taste, the stinky tofu made by Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun could not compare to his.
"Brother Chen, their prices are 50 cents cheaper than ours."
"Someone bought it from them."
When Xu Dalong heard Zhou Ling shout that it was 2.5 yuan a serving of stinky tofu, customers who originally wanted to buy their stinky tofu immediately turned around when they heard that there was a cheaper option.
Zhou Chen nodded and said calmly, "It's okay, we don't need to change the price, it's still three yuan a box."
He didn't say much because he believed that the market would make the choice based on whether something tastes good or not. Price wars are based on the premise that everyone's products are basically at the same level. If there are obvious differences, then most people will still choose the one that tastes relatively better.
On the other end,
Seeing that many customers had come by their calls, Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun were both delighted. Sure enough, lower prices had an immediate effect.
Zhou Ling was in charge of collecting money, and Zhao Kun was in charge of production.
In no time, they sold more than a dozen servings of stinky tofu, earning over thirty yuan.
"Boss, why isn't your stinky tofu smelly?"
"Our stinky tofu has a new flavor. We deliberately didn't make it too smelly because we were afraid you wouldn't be used to it. Actually, the current flavor is just right."
Faced with the customer's questions, Zhou Ling immediately smiled and explained.
The customer frowned but didn't say anything, and left with the stinky tofu.
"Come back after you've eaten your fill."
Zhou Ling didn't forget to try and attract repeat customers.
After seeing the customer off, Zhou Ling glanced triumphantly at Zhou Chen across the street. Seeing that no one was at Zhou Chen's stall, she was especially happy, feeling that she had finally beaten Zhou Chen once.
"Brother Zhou, I bought a serving of stinky tofu from the stall across the street. Would you like to try some?"
Zhang Dafu brought a box of stinky tofu to Zhou Chen and handed him a piece.
Zhou Chen shook his head, having no intention of eating. "Brother Zhang, thanks, but I won't try it. It's impossible for it to taste better than my stinky tofu anyway."
"Brother Xiao Chen, can I try some?" Xu Dalong was really curious to know what the stinky tofu across the street tasted like.
Zhou Chen didn't stop him: "If you want to try it, then try it."
So Xu Dalong asked Zhang Dafu for a small piece and put it in his mouth.
The two ate almost simultaneously, with remarkably similar expressions.
"Brother Zhou, the stinky tofu across the street is nowhere near as good as yours. The sauce tastes weird. Your stinky tofu tastes fragrant and stinky, but this stinky tofu only smells bad and is spicy. I can't taste any fragrance. Moreover, I think it's overcooked. No wonder you're too lazy to even try it."
Zhang Dafu vomited up halfway through his meal.
It really doesn't taste good.
Hearing Zhang Dafu's evaluation, Zhou Chen was not surprised, because he had long guessed that Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun had only copied the superficial aspects and could not possibly grasp the essence and soul of stinky tofu.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, stinky tofu is not easy to grill. Too little heat and it won't be hot enough, too much and it will burn. You need to get the heat just right.
"Brother Xiao Chen, the stinky tofu they made doesn't taste good."
Xu Dalong also gave his opinion. He was worried that others would make stinky tofu and steal their customers, but after tasting it, he was no longer worried.
Because their stinky tofu smells much better than the stall across the street.
"Two yuan and fifty cents for a serving of stinky tofu, everyone come and buy!"
"It's 50 cents cheaper than other stores, so buying it is a steal."
Zhou Ling is very good at hawking her wares. While waging a price war, she doesn't forget to mock Zhou Chen's stinky tofu for being too expensive, thereby attracting more people to her stall.
The low prices did attract many more people to Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun's stall.
The stinky tofu sold very quickly.
This gave Zhou Ling and Zhao Kun a lot of motivation and surprise. Making money with stinky tofu was so easy! In just a short time, they earned fifty or sixty yuan. The best part was that they even stole customers from across the street.
"Brother Kun, we did it!"
"From now on, we'll be bosses too. Let's see who dares to look down on us."
For the first time, Zhou Ling felt that starting a business was so simple. This stinky tofu business wasn't that difficult to do. Zhou Chen could earn several hundred yuan a day, and she could do it too.
"Honey, this is only the first day. From now on, we'll set up our stall every day, and with the money we earn, we'll take you out to eat at restaurants every day." Zhao Kun was getting a little cocky and made a boast.
Just when the young couple felt that their future was bright,
Suddenly a customer ran over, put the stinky tofu on the stall cart, and asked the two people to refund their money, because the stinky tofu didn't taste good and wasn't authentic at all.
“Our stinky tofu is authentic, and a refund is impossible. You’ve already eaten it, so why should I give you a refund?”
Upon hearing that someone wanted a refund, Zhao Kun's eyes widened in anger; this was affecting his business.
Zhou Ling was equally displeased with the customer's behavior. She said coldly, "I told you long ago that our stinky tofu is a new flavor. If you don't like it, you can't just say it's bad. This is slandering us. I hope you leave quickly and don't delay our business. If we lose money because of you, you can't afford to lose."
The customer was furious upon hearing this.
"Everyone come and take a look! This stinky tofu is extremely awful. Don't buy it! Their stinky tofu is fake. The stinky tofu across the street is the real thing. It's 50 cents more expensive, but it's worth the money."
This 2.5 yuan stinky tofu made me throw up. It was clearly burnt, but they called it a new flavor—completely shameless! They wouldn't give me a refund, and their attitude was terrible. Don't fall for their tricks!
These words immediately dampened the interest of those who had originally intended to try the cheap 50-cent stinky tofu.
Seeing the guests leave one after another, Zhao Kun instantly became furious.
This is ruining his reputation.
"You're fucking asking for it."
Putting down his tools, Zhao Kun grabbed his sleeves and rushed forward, immediately launching into a fight.
The two instantly started fighting.
It suddenly became the focus of attention on the night market street.
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