Jiang Yimian was somewhat helpless. Looking at these paper tigers, she could only comfort them, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if they're fake. It's not like we'll charge you to come to the restaurant to take a look."
These few paper tigers, I don't know how they managed to act like bullies during the famine.
Despite Jiang Yimian's words of comfort, the group didn't relax much and remained somewhat tense, standing at the door hesitant to go in.
It was the waiters at Fu Man Lou who noticed the group first.
The waiter immediately came out to greet them with a smile, saying, "Oh, you really came! Chef Zhang said yesterday that you might be delivered directly today, but I didn't believe it. Come on, let me weigh you and give you some coins."
He had been to the konjac stall a few times and met a few people there, so he recognized them at a glance.
Jiang Yimian took only a few steps forward and asked curiously, "Has your restaurant been doing well selling konjac lately?"
The waiter just chuckled and scratched his head, saying, "That's right, your konjac is smooth and chewy, and it's very fragrant when mixed with chili. It's the most popular appetizer for our customers lately."
Many customers order several plates at a time when they come to the restaurant. They're a good snack, cheaper than meat, and taste even better, so naturally, they sell well.
Jiang Yimian nodded knowingly, and understood why Xi Yunlai was in such a hurry to buy a son.
Seeing that a restaurant that was on par with them suddenly overtook them by launching a unique dish that only their restaurant had, how could they not be anxious?
Just then, a middle-aged man in his forties walked out of the restaurant.
The man was slightly overweight, but had a kind face; he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.
However, Jiang Yimian knew that the other party must have some means to be able to open such a large restaurant in Qinghe Town.
As soon as the shop assistant saw him, he quickly said, "Shopkeeper, this is the man who sells konjac."
Feng Jiyuan glanced at the group before stroking his beard and smiling, "Don't worry, young lady and gentlemen, this konjac sells well at the restaurant. You can deliver it to us every day at this time. If you have any fresh food in the future, you can also send it over. If the restaurant likes it, they will accept it."
Since their restaurant reopened in Qinghe Town, business hasn't been great; it's been in a mediocre position. If it weren't for the fact that they still have a branch in the county town to support them, the owner would have already closed the restaurant in this town.
However, since the restaurant launched various spicy flavors of cold konjac salad, it has attracted many people to try it.
Although the spicy konjac isn't very expensive, it's popular because of its high volume and low profit margin, which has made the restaurant's business much better than before.
Especially those customers who used to love drinking at the restaurant would always order a plate of konjac as a side dish with their drinks. Some people even took the spicy konjac home as a snack. Word spread quickly, and Fu Man Lou's business improved.
The restaurant is always fully booked, and passersby are willing to come in, which has revitalized its popularity.
Although it's not as good as before, at least we don't have to worry about it closing down anymore.
So much so that he now sees these people as his saviors.
Jiang Yimian responded, not too surprised.
Even if Fu Manlou doesn't come looking for her, she will take the initiative to come to him.
Compared to setting up a stall every day, delivering goods is easier and more stable.
The daily sales volume of restaurants is basically fixed, but that is not the case for those individual buyers. It is common for business to be good one day and bad the next.
Why not have another way to make money?
She has a lot of money, but if she builds houses for several families in the small depression, she will lose more than half of it in an instant.
In addition, Ono and the others will continue their studies, and the cost of writing materials alone will be quite high each year. All things considered, 500 taels is not a lot.
She needs more money to make life better for everyone in the small depression.
Feng Jiyuan said a few more words, then left because he had other things to do.
The waiter went to weigh the buckets of konjac, and was a little disappointed. "Oh dear, it's only 85 jin. You should send more tomorrow. Our restaurant needs about 100 jin of konjac every day."
Jiang Yimian was taken aback, then nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, we'll definitely send more tomorrow."
The shopkeeper was finally satisfied and took Jiang Yimian to the accountant to collect the money.
When the group came out of Fumanlou, Zhao Dashu and his two companions still felt a little dazed and couldn't believe that they had gotten 850 coins so easily.
On weekdays, when business is good, it can take more than an hour to sell 40 or 50 jin of konjac. If business is bad, they might not be able to sell it all in a morning.
But the staff at Fu Man Lou said that they had to deliver at least 100 catties every day, which meant they were guaranteed at least one tael of silver per day.
One pound of konjac, according to their usual sales volume, can make three small plates of konjac.
If restaurants followed their example, they could sell three hundred servings a day. That's three hundred servings! Even on a good day, he wouldn't dare to dream of it.
"Sister Mian, are we going to get rich?" Wang Xiaohei's eyes lit up.
Earning one or two taels of silver a day is a huge sum of money, something they never dared to dream of before.
The most lucrative job on weekdays was carrying bags at the dock. A day's work would earn at most forty coins, and a month's work would only earn a little over one tael of silver, and that was considered a lot.
Other workers earn at most thirty coins a day, less than an ounce a month.
Making konjac is much easier than carrying bags at the dock, and you earn more money.
Although Zhao Dashu and Zhao Erhei didn't say anything, their eyes clearly revealed the same thought: they were rich.
Jiang Yimian was somewhat helpless. If she had said that a bar of soap cost twenty coins, these people would probably have stared in disbelief.
However, she didn't spoil the mood, and simply said, "From now on, I'll leave the konjac making business to you. Do a good job."
With these three people busy with the konjac business, she can make soap even better.
Zhao Dashu and the other two nodded repeatedly, assuring each other that they would do their best.
Jiang Yimian and her group went straight to the entrance of Xiyunlai instead of returning home after delivering the goods.
Zhao Dashu was so frightened that he shuddered and hurriedly tried to pull Jiang Yimian away. "Sister Mian, how did we get here? Don't go! The one who wanted to buy the house last time was from Xiyunlai. They'll definitely hold a grudge against us if they find out that we're cooperating with Fumanlou."
It's best if they don't come over too often lately, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble this "good fortune" might cause.
Zhao Erhei and Wang Xiaohei also looked worried.
Jiang Yimian smiled and said casually, "Instead of worrying about Xi Yunlai coming to us, we might as well take the initiative to talk business."
Zhao Dashu was stunned. Looking at the restaurant in front of him, which was even better than Fumanlou, he was filled with doubt.
The people who came last time said they wanted to buy a son, but they can't sell a son now. However, Sister Yimian said she wanted to talk business.
How can we do business if we don't sell our children?
I hope this lucky break won't just kick them out.
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