Chapter 177: By then she will have connections in both the black and white worlds
"You won't, and..." Sang Yu paused, "and you need me."
With the emergence of imitators, the skewers business will definitely be affected to a certain extent. Coupled with weather factors, the business will definitely not be as popular as it is now.
The most important point is that when Sang Yu was setting up a stall recently, he had clearly noticed that those thugs who were responsible for maintaining order in the market, and who didn't know whether they had a formal title or not, were ready to make a move.
She could foresee what would happen next: extortion and bribery. If she didn't give in, she would be framed and set up trouble.
Bad things would come to her one after another, and it was very simple to solve them, just two words - spend money.
She would deal with it, and she could handle it, but it was exhausting.
Now, I have to face these problems just by setting up a stall to sell snacks. Will it be even more difficult to open a restaurant or an inn in the future?
She had originally planned to go to the market, make some money, sell the recipe and go home to research other new methods, but after what happened today and meeting Liu Mao, she suddenly changed her mind.
Liu Mao seems ruthless and resolute, but in fact he has his own set of principles and bottom line in his heart and is willing to abide by them. Many of the things he does against his will are for his mother's illness.
If she gave him a job that could earn him enough money to treat her mother's illness and won him over to her side, then she wouldn't have to deal with those hooligans in the future.
As for official affairs, she could only hope that he would pass the imperial examination and become a juren or even a jinshi. By then, she would have connections in both the black and white worlds, and no one would dare to ask her for money.
"Why?" Liu Mao couldn't understand. He was indeed not cut out for business, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to do dirty work rather than do business when he was left with no other options.
"First of all..."
Sang Yu wanted to make friends with him, so she told him all the shortcomings and concerns she had thought of.
Sang Yongjing, who was listening on the side and had some complaints at first, felt more and more uneasy the more he listened. Why did he feel that what Sang Yu said was directed at him?
Before, he only wanted to make money from selling skewers and didn't want others to come in and share a piece of the pie. But he didn't expect that the business that was booming in his eyes had already been sentenced to death in Sang Yu's eyes.
After rambling on for a long time, Sang Yu picked up the water cup and took a big sip, then continued: "In short, skewers can indeed make money in the early stages, and the amount is not small."
"Once the craze dies down and more imitators open their stalls, we'll be able to make a steady income. It won't be as much as it was at the beginning, but it'll be enough to pay for your mother's medicine."
These words directly hit the most basic needs in Liu Mao's heart. Isn't the reason he works as a thug to make dirty money just to pay for his mother's medical expenses?
There is a golden opportunity right before his eyes, which allows him to retire from the criminal world and earn money with his own hands in a down-to-earth manner. Will he agree to it?
Sang Yu didn't say anything else. She wanted to give Liu Mao some time to think.
When Liu Mao finally made up his mind and opened his mouth to speak, she said first: "Of course, you don't have to agree to this. I will continue to give you 30% of the profits as we agreed before."
This move of retreating to advance made Liu Mao, who had originally wanted to agree, instantly firm in his thoughts and he stood up excitedly.
"I promise!"
"Well, if you agree, then agree. Sit down and let's continue chatting." Sang Yu gestured for him to sit down with a smile. The current situation was under her control.
She didn't rush to teach Liu Mao the recipe for the base of the skewers, but instead talked to him about business.
Liu Mao has been in the underworld for many years, and he should know all the underworld people in Lingnan City, big and small.
If he sets up the stall, at least he won't have to worry about anyone daring to provoke him.
Moreover, his model is different from Sang Yu's small family workshop model. Their process of buying vegetables, braising and selling requires running back and forth between Lingnan City and Qingxi Village several times, which naturally limits productivity.
After all, no matter how much vegetables you buy, you have to carry them to Lingnan City, which is not as convenient as buying vegetables directly in the city and preparing them on the spot to set up a stall.
If Liu Maolai were to start a skewer business, he could easily double or even increase the daily output from the original few hundred or thousands of skewers.
Worried that he didn't have enough money, Sang Yu offered to lend him some. Her family had made a lot of money during this period.
The more Liu Mao listened, the more excited he became. He felt that becoming rich was just around the corner and he couldn't wait to set up a stall and sell skewers.
"If you have someone you trust, ask two or three people to help you at the beginning, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it alone." Sang Yu gave his last pertinent advice.
In fact, snack stalls like Chuan Chuan can hire more people at the beginning to expand and seize the market as quickly as possible, and make more money.
But Sang Yu didn't even think of proposing this method. It wasn't because it wasn't feasible, but because there were too many people and too many opinions.
If a bunch of monkeys are locked up together, they can cause trouble, let alone people who don't know their own limits.
If Liu Mao really uses this method, it would be funny if he fails to capture the market and someone steals the recipe and uses his ingredients and recipe to open a skewer shop.
As we chatted, we talked about lunch time. I heard that many poor families only have two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening, and they just have some dry biscuits to fill their lunch.
The Sang family must have three meals a day. In Sang Yu's words, there is no way anyone in a cook's house would go hungry.
So when the family was poor, they would just make some water chestnut soup; when the family became rich, they would have rice with vegetables for every meal.
Occasionally, when I have no appetite and want to drink some porridge, Sang Yu has to cook two dishes to go with it.
Under such circumstances, the family's originally skinny bodies became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the baby fat on Sang Xinghao's little face became plump.
When guests come to your house, you can’t just do a casual lunch.
Sang Yu cooked the meal herself, cut some dried sausages and cooked them together with the rice.
The fat in the sausage is evaporated to release oil, which soaks into the plump rice, making each grain of rice look glowing and crystal clear.
It is served with a salted fish and tofu soup, scrambled eggs with leeks, stir-fried cabbage, cold dishes, and a large plate of pork and bean curd sheets, making it a simple set of four dishes and one soup.
In order to save money over the years, Liu Mao, who either only ate coarse flour bread to fill his stomach or skipped lunch, looked at the table of delicious dishes in front of him and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
It would not be possible to expect Sang Yongjing, whose eyes were shining and almost drooling, to entertain them. Sang Yu could only perform the duties of the host on his behalf.
"You are the guest, so you pick up your chopsticks first and taste my cooking skills."
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