Chapter 500 Come and give us money
Cheng Hui smiled and asked, "How is the cotton candy business lately?"
"Good, very good." Guo Dajun said: "Each stall can sell hundreds of them a day."
The profit is only a few dozen yuan, which means a few thousand yuan for 100 people, and a monthly profit of over 100,000 yuan.
Although it is not much, it is more than enough to feed these workers.
But Guo Dajun, who had made a lot of money, looked down on this small business.
"I have cleaned the factory thoroughly. What are we going to do? Make cakes? People in Beijing haven't eaten them yet, right? Should we trick them... Bah, bah, bah, should we let them have a taste too?" Guo Dajun said.
Cheng Hui smiled and said, "It's not a festival, it's not easy to cheat."
Guo Dajun laughed out loud.
If it hadn't been the Chinese New Year and everyone had the urge and money to spend, cakes at one yuan a piece would have been hard to sell.
"We're selling egg tarts this time," said Cheng Hui.
"Egg tart? What is that?" Guo Dajun had never heard of it.
Although egg tarts were introduced to the mainland decades ago, they were only sold in the southern region and around Guangzhou. Few people in other places knew about them.
Bian Xiumei's eyes lit up: "You can also make egg tarts? That kind of egg tarts?"
She had eaten it as a child and never forgot it!
Cheng Hui smiled and called Gao Zhi over: "Go make a few batches of egg tarts for everyone to taste."
Gao Zhi went there immediately.
These days she was so busy taking care of the children and going on "dates" that she forgot about the egg tarts.
Otherwise she would make it every two days because she likes it.
Guo Dajun also guessed it, probably a small pastry.
He then asked, "Should we make Peking duck? I think this business is worth doing!"
He visited Beijing these days and tried authentic Beijing roast duck.
He had the same reaction as Gao Zhi, and for a moment he didn't believe that this was authentic!
No matter how you eat it, it tastes better when they make it themselves~
"Of course we do it." Cheng Hui said with a smile, "But we can't call it Beijing Roast Duck, or people will come and destroy our reputation. Let's just call it Beijing Electric Roast Duck."
Guo Dajun was also puzzled by one thing: "I walked around the city, but I didn't find a single store that sold our electric roast duck? Didn't they go to buy the machine? I heard from Zhao Daxing that people from almost all over the country went to buy the machine from him, but no one in Beijing went?"
Cheng Hui smiled and said, "First, we didn't advertise in Beijing. Second, even if people in Beijing heard about our machine, they wouldn't be interested when they heard it could make 'Beijing roast duck'. They think the local ones are more authentic."
Let a factory in Northeast China teach them how to make Peking duck? To them, it was just a joke and made no sense.
People who heard about it just thought it was a joke and would not waste their travel expenses to travel to the faraway Northeast to learn how to make Peking duck.
Those who can do it will do it, and those who can’t do it don’t want to go to the Northeast to learn. Isn’t it better to go to the next door to learn?
Guo Dajun could only laugh.
The two chatted for a few more words, and the aroma of egg tarts wafted over.
Bian Xiumei said excitedly: "This is the taste!"
Guo Dajun was also very excited. He finally had something to do.
When the egg tarts were served, he was a little surprised and praised them, "It's much better than the chiffon cake. How much is this one? If it's not 1 yuan each, it will be unfair to it!"
"Then sell them for 1 yuan each." Cheng Hui said.
Guo Dajun... "I was just kidding. You also said that it's not a festival, so it's hard to fool people."
Cheng Hui smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go and cheat."
Guo Dajun......
"The machine will probably arrive tomorrow, as will the raw materials. Go back and prepare them, and we'll start work tomorrow." Cheng Hui said.
"So fast!" Guo Dajun stopped eating immediately, stood up and was about to leave.
"Where are the workers? Just a few of us? Are you not hiring any more?" he asked.
"Not recruiting at the moment." Cheng Hui said, "I'll recruit after I get the order."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I really don't understand this business." Guo Dajun said.
His previous business model was to deliver goods to supply and marketing cooperatives, and leave it to fate whether they could be sold or not. He didn't even know how to cheat.
Cheng Hui had always kept the food factory matters in mind, and called Zhao Daxing a few days ago to ask him to ship over the new machines. As for the old machines, they should be eliminated.
The next day, the machine arrived.
The production materials she requested also arrived.
Flour, sugar, eggs, milk, etc.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Now that she had a food factory, she could finally eat as much as she wanted.
She placed the first order with the food factory in the name of the office.
Hundreds of steamed buns every day, hundreds of bread, hundreds of egg tarts, and hundreds of boxes of rice every few days, taking turns.
This keeps the benefits within the family and also reduces the pressure on the office kitchen.
But if it weren't for the machines, these things alone would be enough to drive the dozen or so people there to collapse.
And now there are no more than ten of them.
Aunt Qiao stayed in the office to cook for them.
Jiang Quan became her driver.
Zhang You is still dealing with the defective fabrics in the south.
The brocade box is not finished yet!
The only one left is Lao Xie, who still works as a security guard.
Chen Laoshi is still looking after the warehouse, and Lao Hei is still doing odd jobs and looking after the machines.
Wang Huili Yan is also an accountant.
In the end, the only ones who could do the work themselves were Tao Juan and Master Sun.
The two people were busy.
Fortunately, they are all made by machines!
Cheng Hui invented a dough mixer and a large electric rice cooker, and the egg tart crust can also be made semi-machine, so two people can complete these tasks.
The two of them didn't know how to use these machines, so Cheng Hui went over to teach them personally.
They are all idiots. All they have to do is fill in the raw materials. They got the job done easily and praised Cheng Hui again and again.
"The steamed buns are so soft! They are better than kneading them by hand and more convenient!" Tao Juan said: "If there had been such a machine earlier, my wrist would not have been injured."
Guo Dajun was more thoughtful. He looked at the new machine and said, "There is a market for these machines, right? Who are you going to give the blueprints to?"
"They have all been given to Uncle Zhao and Uncle Yang." Cheng Hui said, "But other factories can certainly do it, too."
However, the drawings were submitted in the name of their factory, which was enough to make them happy for a long time.
They thought that when Cheng Hui left, their glory would go with her, but they didn't expect that she still cared about them from afar and was not forgotten.
Zhao Daxing was so moved that he held Yang Yue and cried for half the night.
Yang Yue was not jealous either. Zhao Daxing got the drawings of the noodle mixer, and he got the drawings of the rice cooker. He felt that the market for rice cookers was even bigger!
And Zhao Daxing can't keep the drawings, but he can!
As long as he has the blueprints, he can produce it himself and fill the market! Too bad he's not available right now.
The oven isn't finished yet.
As soon as the first batch of things were ready, the sound of cars was heard in the yard.
Several cars drove into the yard one after another, and a group of factory managers got out.
Guo Dajun was stunned and asked nervously, "Who? Coming to inspect? He didn't tell me in advance! I should be prepared."
Cheng Hui smiled and said, "No need to prepare, they are not here to inspect."
"Then what are you here for?" Guo Dajun asked.
Cheng Hui smiled and said, "Come and give us money."
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