"Is it bad? I think you're in a worse situation than me." Liang Guiying smiled. "You've been fighting a price war with me these past few days, you must have lost a lot of money, right?"
"What do you care how much we lose! It's the same old story: if you come again, I'll sell it for one cent a bowl tomorrow!"
"Really? I don't believe it."
The next day at noon, Liang Guiying appeared on time, with a serious expression. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that there were tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
The man and woman, who had initially looked as disgusted as if they had eaten shit when they saw her, immediately felt relieved upon seeing the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
They did lose money, but Liang Guiying wasn't having an easy time either. Judging from her condition, if she couldn't sell anything today, her little grandson would probably go hungry.
It's time to leave work.
Liang Guiying took out a megaphone, took a deep breath, and clenched her hands, looking as if she was about to make a big decision.
The two men had been watching her closely, and seeing this, they were certain she was about to try and get the lowest price. So, they shouted before Liang Guiying could, "Yellow-skinned iced drinks, four bowls for five cents! Four bowls for five cents!"
The three stalls selling yellow-skinned iced drinks at the factory gate are having a competition. The workers all know about it and have been talking about it on their way to and from get off work these past few days. Some have even made verbal bets on who will win.
Upon hearing that the price across the street had been lowered again, everyone looked at Liang Guiying at the same time.
Liang Guiying lowered her head and thought for a moment, then picked up the megaphone and shouted: "Hong Kong style iced lemon tea, trial price 15 cents a bowl!"
Ah, this...
One cent and fifty cents a bowl, and that's just the introductory price, it's way too expensive!
But wait, what did she just say?
Hong Kong-style iced lemon tea?!
When a curious customer asked, Liang Guiying smiled and explained, "Hong Kong-style lemon tea is a favorite among Hong Kong people. Try a sip."
Customers who tried it all gave it a thumbs up: "You know how to enjoy life, people from Gangcheng! This lemon tea is a hundred times better than what we make ourselves! Boss, give me a cup!"
"This bucket is 70% sweet, and this bucket is fully sweet. Which one do you want?"
"You can choose the sweetness level? I'll have both! Two cups!"
"Alright!"
A bowl costs 15 cents, which is really not cheap, but it's worth it to get a cup of iced drink that everyone in the port city loves.
Many families in Jiangcheng have a relative who has gone to Gangcheng. The prosperity of Gangcheng, as described by their relatives, makes them yearn for it, and the things their relatives bring back each time always amaze them.
It's convenient for relatives in Gangcheng to visit their hometown, but for them to stroll around Gangcheng and have a cup of tea there is like climbing to heaven. Now, right here in Jiangcheng, right at the gate of their factory, they can have Hong Kong-style iced drinks. How can that not be worth it?
The two buckets of iced lemon tea were quickly sold out, and many who missed out said they were willing to pay in advance to reserve their afternoon servings.
Liang Guiying smiled and said, "No need for pre-orders, let's buy on a first-come, first-served basis. I'll try to make as much as possible so that everyone can have a taste!"
"It's a deal then, boss, you have to make a lot!"
The crowd quickly dispersed, and Liang Guiying put away all the bowls.
Chen Ping tiptoed over and nudged her elbow: "Sister Guiying, look at Wang Li and her brother, don't they look like they just ate shit?"
Liang Guiying looked over and smiled: "It doesn't look like you just ate shit, it looks like you're about to vomit blood."
Chen Pingrang was looking at a stall selling yellow-skinned iced drinks.
Because they sold their drinks cheaply, they sold out of all their iced drinks, but they weren't happy at all.
They suffered huge losses, while Liang Guiying emerged unscathed and even regained the market with a cup of Hong Kong-style iced lemon tea, making a fortune!
They killed zero enemies but suffered a thousand casualties themselves. How could they not be spitting blood?
The Wang siblings fought and shoved each other, then glared fiercely at Liang Guiying before leaving.
The owners of other stalls came over to talk to Liang Guiying, first expressing their concern for her a couple of days ago, and then inquiring about how she made her iced lemon tea.
Liang Guiying, seemingly naive, cheerfully shared, "It's not difficult to make. There are only a few ingredients. If you practice a few times, you can make it."
After the man left, Chen Ping said worriedly, "Sister Guiying, why did you tell them all about the ingredients? What if he learns it too, or reveals the recipe to the Wang siblings? They'll come and steal your business again."
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