The owners of small restaurants are no different from those who set up street stalls; they are both running small businesses, and their rent is even higher.
Therefore, they still feel pressured to buy such a large quantity of ingredients at once.
I can only buy a few kilograms or ten kilograms at most.
If we sell it to them at a low price, there are over two thousand kilograms here.
Grandma Song thought it was feasible.
"Okay, put the better ones on top, with the best side facing up."
They're plentiful and filling; if all of them were sold, they'd be worth a lot of money.
If we sell out, we'll figure out where to hide the good ingredients tonight.
The Song family members sprang into action, and the Qiao family members, seeing that they had the good side of the potatoes facing the bag opening, knew what they were going to do.
"This is utterly depraved and inhumane," Qiao Lao Er frowned.
“But restaurant owners aren’t so easily fooled,” Qiao Lian’er said.
She refused to believe that the Song family could swindle even a single penny.
This tactic has been used to death by many people.
Qiao Yunni did the math: "I earned thirty-nine taels today."
The chili peppers alone sold for thirteen ounces.
The Qiao family had already gotten used to this kind of income and began packing up their stall to go home.
The Song family will definitely go looking for ingredients again tonight, but Qiao Lian'er has decided that none of the ingredients that were spoiled last night will be spoiled tonight.
We can't let them get away with it any more easily, lest they try to cheat people.
She never expected that the Song family would deliberately pick out the good ones to sell, making a few hundred coins off them, and then pass off the inferior ones as the superior ones to cheat people out of money.
We won't let them earn a single penny.
Boss Song and his gang carried bags to a restaurant to promote their products.
This restaurant is quite large; restaurants with a solid foundation like this tend to have a larger demand for ingredients.
The owner, an older woman, saw several people carrying bags of things to the door and putting them down, so she came out to ask.
"What are you doing? Your things are blocking my guests."
"Boss, the same ingredients as stall number eight, potatoes and peanuts, we only charge ten coins per pound. Do you want them here?" said Boss Song.
"Stall number eight on Changqing Street?"
Song Dahua: "Yes, we bought the goods from stall number eight, but we didn't sell them all today, so we're thinking of selling them at a low price."
"Open the bag and let me see," the shopkeeper said.
Boss Song opened a bag full of potatoes, the good side facing out. Although they were much smaller, they still looked passable.
Besides, regardless of size, whether it's sliced or shredded, it's the same.
"Really only ten coins a pound?"
This auntie went to stall number eight and saw that potatoes cost 25 coins a pound, enough to buy two pounds of lean pork.
"Boss, look at us, everyone in our family is an honest person. Would we lie to you?" Seeing that there was a chance, Madam Shen quickly assured him.
Having been a boss for so many years, this woman wouldn't easily trust anyone.
She has to inspect all the ingredients before she feels at ease when buying them.
He instructed the waiter at the restaurant: "Pour out this whole bag of potatoes, check them, and then put them back in and weigh them."
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