Yutie was stunned. His hands holding the noodles and the chopsticks froze on the spot, with a mouthful of noodles still in his mouth.
puff!
"Brother, are you serious? You're letting us eat this stuff? It's poisonous..." Yutie spat out the noodles, his face turned pale with fright.
"It's not that serious. Eat it without worry. One or two bites won't kill you." Zeng Wangcai laughed, filled a bowl of noodles, and ate it in one gulp.
Any questions?
No, my stomach is just that strong. The people behind me can eat it every day and it’s nothing. I mainly go to a hospital for retirement.
Now Xiaobao and the others were confused. What was going on?
Zeng Wangcai explained: "Flour is just an initiator. Although it has some problems, it is not a big problem. It cannot help us achieve our goal. However, the same cannot be said about meat."
Zombie meat, after gaining Malaysia’s trust, it is sold in large quantities at low prices. If it is discovered, we will be doomed.
As for how to find out, Zeng Wangcai naturally has a full set of services waiting for Malaysia.
Here, Uncle Bao drove back to the teahouse with a bag of flour. He carried the flour and mysteriously blocked Dama in a room where no outsiders were.
"Boss, look at this flour, what do you think?" Uncle Bao grabbed a handful of flour and showed it to Dama.
"Is this the inferior flour you found?" Dama stretched out his finger, dipped a little into his mouth, and smacked his lips. "Not bad, it tastes good, and the color looks beautiful, much better than the flour we use. Are you confused? It must be very expensive, right?"
"Don't worry, boss. The price of this is one-fourth cheaper than what we are using now." Uncle Bao said calmly.
In fact, Lin Fusheng’s asking price was one-third lower than the price of the flour they were using now.
Uncle Bao relied on the fact that he was the only one who knew Lin Fusheng and that the business was very big this time, so he raised the price.
“How is it possible…” Dama couldn’t believe it.
"Really, boss, we are lucky. Today I went to the workshop to buy noodles and met a boss. He not only has flour, but also meat. He has everything we want..." Uncle Bao immediately highlighted the key points of his conversation with Lin Fusheng.
Malaysia is unwilling to believe how such a good thing could happen.
"Boss, I saw it with my own eyes." Uncle Bao was worried that the deal would fail, so he tried his best to persuade her. "That man should not be born here. His accent sounds a bit strange. I guess he and his boss are from other places. They have connections and can get cheap frozen meat and flour. But since they are unfamiliar with the place, it is difficult to sell them, so they sell them at a low price.
"I've seen their documents, they are all formal and legal, there won't be any problem if I buy from them, the problem is... they won't sell at retail, they have to buy more at a time to get a cheaper price, and I just told them to give us a freezer, don't we have room in the warehouse behind us, we can put the goods in the freezer, if we can't use them all, we can sell them to others, and we can just make a profit from the difference..."
There is a great demand for meat in various shops selling snacks in Temple Street and its vicinity.
This is a big business. Bao Bo's suggestion is to buy frozen meat, use some of it yourself, and then find someone to sell it quietly outside. Anyway, snack shops or vendors don't care whether the products they sell to are fresh or not, especially those selling pig's feet and large intestines, which use heavy marinade and how can customers taste the difference.
I have to say that Uncle Bao has a deep understanding of the catering industry.
Dama was obviously tempted, but he was still cautious and rational and did not let the money get to his head.
In the evening, Uncle Bao gave the bag of flour to the kitchen and asked the chef to knead the flour and make some pasta such as buns.
The waiter in the teahouse had a rare good meal.
Da Ma asked them how the noodles were, and the waiters all said that the noodles were good, white, chewy and delicious.
So he announced that this noodle was made of high-quality flour that the teahouse had specially purchased from somewhere. It was whiter, chewier and more delicious, and would become the teahouse's special flour in the future.
If you can’t tell whether the food is good or bad by tasting it, it means the experiment has passed.
Expanding the scope, Dama and Bao Bo suppressed their joy and used the bag of flour the next day, but nothing happened.
But this does not mean that meat is also OK, so Uncle Bao went to see Lin Fusheng at the agreed time the next day, and persuaded him to buy a piece of frozen meat.
This time, without even eating it, Da Ma and Bao Bo could tell with their naked eyes that the quality of the frozen meat was good. It was better than the fresh meat, but not by much. If one was not a picky eater, one would hardly be able to tell the difference.
"Hahaha, I'm rich, I'm rich, Abao, you've done a great job this time." After seeing the second batch of frozen pork, Dama finally couldn't hold back, "I won't forget you, you immediately find someone to renovate the warehouse and make room for the freezer. The quality of this meat is so good and the price is so cheap, you see, the old customers didn't even notice it when they ate it, we're rich, I decided to double your salary..."
"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss..." Uncle Bao thanked him profusely, but he felt very disgusted in his heart.
Compared to the salary, the money earned from this business is simply incomparable.
Although Bao Bo seemed to be completely obedient to Da Ma, he was already thinking about a way out. He thought that he should first assemble the refrigerators in the teahouse, and when the business here went well, he would keep the relationships in his hands and then earn his first pot of gold.
After getting these, I rented a warehouse and started my own business.
If Malaysia is not convinced, we can threaten him with the issue of selling frozen pork in teahouses so that he won't dare to act recklessly.
As for the shrimps... if you have money, nothing is a problem...
Thanks to Bao Bo's hard work, the renovation of the teahouse's warehouse was completed quickly, and then a shabby refrigerator was immediately introduced. However, neither Dama nor Bao Bo paid attention to this. As long as it could be used and it didn't cost any money, why did it need to look good?
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