Just then, a middle-aged man walked out of Xiyunlai, the same man who had come to the konjac stall to buy a son yesterday.
The middle-aged man sized up Jiang Yimian and her group before saying smugly, "What, you've thought it through and decided to come sell your son?"
He knew these farmers wouldn't dare to oppose Xi Yunlai, but only a day later, they changed their minds and were quite pragmatic.
Jiang Yimian simply said, "Where is your manager? I'll only talk to him."
She couldn't possibly show a pleasant expression in the face of those disdainful eyes.
If the shopkeeper of Xiyunlai is a smart person, he should not refuse her suggestion and should come out to talk business with her properly.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said with dissatisfaction, "My manager is busy and can't be seen just anywhere. Give me the prescription and I'll pay you."
They were just a few farmers; a few taels of silver would have been enough to get rid of them.
Jiang Yimian frowned, and seeing that the other party really didn't care at all, she said coldly, "We have already cooperated with Fumanlou, so we won't sell the recipe. However, if Xiyunlai needs konjac, we can also send it to them."
You probably wouldn't want to see anything at Fu Man Lou, but you don't have it at Xi Yun Lai, do you?
Although konjac may seem like just a simple side dish and shouldn't have too much of an impact, these two restaurants have been rivals for years and want to win every little thing. It's unlikely that she would throw out bait and the other party wouldn't take the bait.
As expected, the man who had been so arrogant before frowned upon hearing this. After a while, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, said, "Wait here for a while," and hurriedly went into the restaurant.
Zhao Dashu was both curious and worried. "Sister Mian, what if this guy turns on us and kicks us out as soon as he comes out?"
He really couldn't figure out the people from Xiyunlai. They were all in the same business, and the staff and managers of Fumanlou greeted customers with smiles and treated them all the same. But Xiyunlai clearly didn't take them seriously.
Sister Mian's words may not necessarily have any effect.
Jiang Yimian remained calm and composed, saying, "If they really want to kick us out, there's nothing we can do about it."
It's just a matter of earning a little less money, so they won't lose out. But Xiyunlai will be overshadowed by Fumanlou.
As they were talking, the middle-aged man came out, this time followed by a man in his thirties, who should be the manager of Xiyunlai—Chen Dongqing.
Chen Dongqing sized up the group, his small eyes full of shrewd calculation, before finally saying, "Since you've all partnered with Fumanlou, why are you still looking for Xiyunlai?"
This was the first time he had ever encountered someone like this.
They had been fighting with Xiyunlai and Fumanlou for years, and each had always chosen one side. This was the first time someone had stood in the middle and wanted to have their cake and eat it too.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, you misunderstand. We are just ordinary vendors who just want to earn a few more copper coins. We don't mean to favor anyone."
"If Manager Chen takes a liking to our konjac, then we will certainly send some over."
She wouldn't get involved in the fight between the two restaurants. Who won or lost was none of her business. She was just a delivery person, and no one wanted to get involved with her.
If she hadn't come today, Xiyunlai would have definitely turned them into people from Fumanlou, which wouldn't have been good for them.
She has too many things to do right now and doesn't have time to deal with the people in this restaurant, so it's better to resolve this sooner rather than later.
Chen Dongqing glanced at her in surprise, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "How much konjac does Fumanlou need every day?"
He was indeed interested in this konjac; otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to buy it in the first place.
But after hearing that these people were not selling the property and had close ties with Fumanlou, he lost interest in buying it. He just thought that these people were sent by Fumanlou to provoke him.
But after hearing what the girl in front of him said, he changed his mind.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and said, "I can't say that. Don't worry, Manager Chen, if anyone from Fumanlou asks about Xiyunlai, I won't reveal a single word."
Although it wasn't a big deal, and anyone could easily find out the amount of konjac Fumanlou needed each day, she still decided to let them find out for themselves. She wouldn't tell anyone and would just deliver the goods.
When the two families clash, she must not be implicated.
Chen Dongqing was clearly taken aback. He stared at the girl in front of him, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, for a while before saying, "Alright, I agree. Send fifty catties tomorrow to try it out. If it sells well, we'll add more."
Jiang Yimian said "okay" and left with Zhao Dashu and the others.
Even after buying a lot of pork fat and seashells and boarding the oxcart back to the village, Zhao Dashu and his companions still felt like they were dreaming.
How did they manage to deliver goods to both restaurants so easily, without worrying about one of them trying to sabotage them?
As long as you deliver the goods, you can earn copper coins, which is easier than before.
This feeling of unreality didn't disappear until I returned to the small depression and started kneading konjac flour.
There are still quite a few konjac balls harvested last year in the cellar, and they will spoil sooner or later if they are not used.
Therefore, Zhao Dashu and the others did not use the dried konjac powder, but planned to use the konjac balls first.
Who would have thought that after the three of them rubbed for more than half an hour, their hands felt so numb and itchy that they felt like they didn't belong to them anymore, but they still had more than half of the konjac left.
Seeing that the three of them would continue rubbing their hands and that the numbness and itching in their hands would be hard to get rid of, Jiang Yimian quickly stopped them.
"Alright, that's about it. We can use dried konjac flour; it's easy and quick."
It's also her fault for only thinking about making more money at the time, and forgetting about the big project of kneading the powder.
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