Chapter 75 Everyone knows the boss, he is our classmate
"Brother Li, even though you were the one who started selling fried skewers again, it was my own choice, and I'm the one who makes the money. And even though I'm the boss, I haven't really managed the group. Instead, you've been the one who's been taking the trouble to maintain it. Not only has it not turned out well, but you've also been blaming yourself when something goes wrong."
"That's not what I said. I recruited these passersby and created the group. It's my responsibility to maintain it. Besides, you can make money anywhere. The fried skewers sold now are much cheaper than before. I can't take advantage of it and still act like a spoiled brat."
Li Donglai felt a little embarrassed when he saw Zhao Xiaojing talking to him.
"No, without you, I can't sell the fried skewers anywhere else and have to process them myself. Plus, I have a lot of restrictions. I have to re-fry them and pick them up at a specific time, so it's natural that they're cheaper."
"Mr. Guo, you didn't do anything wrong. No one said you can't invite strangers to the group. You're taking care of my business and inviting people in is a sign of recognition for me. You weren't the one who cursed me, so you don't have to be responsible for other people's behavior."
Zhao Xiaojing's words were so reasonable that the two people who had been thinking about the apology all the way were suddenly speechless.
"What happened today is a wake-up call. The group is growing in number, with new customers accounting for nearly 30%. This isn't a long-term solution." Zhao Xiaojing smoothed her messy hair and looked at the two with a smile. "My current job is about to expire, and after that, I'll restructure the business and move away from this model."
Although setting up a stall this time was an accident, she was the one who opened the door to do business and make money. Even old customers are not obligated to accept her series of restrictions. It is normal for everyone to have opinions.
Moreover, this business model has limitations in its development. If you want to expand your business, you still have to target everyone, not just this group of tolerant old customers.
Moreover, the current order volume has reached its limit and there is no room for further increase. She has to work and make fried skewers at the same time, so it is impossible for her to not eat, drink or sleep.
It's time to reconsider.
"Boss, you have a long-term vision," Li Donglai said with admiration. "When you have a new stall planned, let me know. I'll be the first to support you!"
"Me too!"
The three chatted for a few more words, and Zhao Xiaojing gave the last fried skewers on the stall cart to Li Donglai, and gave the remaining cups of milk ice to the two of them. With the two of them looking surprised, she rode away on the stall cart.
After returning home, Guo Gaoang couldn't wait to open the package of milk ice.
I scooped a spoonful into my mouth with great anticipation.
Then he held up the spoon, stared at the milk ice for a long time, took a quick photo, and ate it carefully, mouthful by mouthful.
He has been a store blogger for the past few years and has tried all kinds of dessert shops, big and small, but he has never had a smoothie like the one made by Zhao Xiaojing, which made him feel treated with care from the bottom of his heart.
The shaved ice has melted a little, but you can still taste the original sweet taste of milk, instead of the same old creamer blend.
A thick layer of mung beans is added on top of the shaved ice, which has been cooked until it blooms. It is smooth and crunchy when you put it in your mouth. And because it is chilled, the taste is even more amazing.
It reminded him of the first time he took a bite of a mung bean popsicle as a child. He was so curious and cautious, and then was so surprised by the slight sweetness that he was speechless.
Food that heals the heart, Guo Gaoang thought of this sentence again.
I was suddenly inspired and updated a long article with a picture of milk smoothie on my Moments and blog account late at night.
The next day, when Guo Gaoang woke up, he found that his WeChat was in a state of excitement. Even the long-dormant "Sanzhong Calabash Brothers Group" had popped up.
"@Guo Gaoang, is Mr. Guo's mung bean ice cream really that delicious? It looks ordinary. My girlfriend just happened to be back in Yangcheng, and she loves this. If it's really good, could you give me the address of the store? I'd like to order one for her."
"Wang Lingling? Haven't you changed yet?"
"Yes, it's still her."
"Wow, it's been almost ten years, right? Mr. Cheng is really amazing."
"Oh my god, how did Mr. Cheng talk about this for ten years? It's not like touching the left hand with the right hand???"
"Haha, maybe I'm used to it."
“Blessings and blessings!”
There was a brief chat in the group early in the morning, and when Guo Gaoang saw it, several hours had passed.
Guo Gaoang and the six boys in the group were high school classmates. They spent all day together and had a good relationship when they were in school. They created the group after graduation.
At first the group was quite lively, with people chatting all day long. Later, after I started working, I gradually developed new circles and work environments, and the topics were no longer the same. No one has been chatting for a long time.
The first person to speak was Cheng Zishuai. His girlfriend was also in the same class as them, and the two of them had been talking since high school.
"Wang Lingling is back? I just woke up and saw the message. This doesn't have a store, and it's not sold separately. Strictly speaking, it's a gift, so you probably can't order it for takeout."
Guo Gaoang replied quickly.
"Mr. Gao, aren't you taking a commercial job? Seeing your long speech and all the dirty talk, I thought you were taking a big advertising job."
"That's right. Mr. Guo, this isn't just a commercial product; it proves it's truly delicious! What kind of gift would you get with Mr. Guo that would make you rave so much? I want to buy it even more!"
"Amazing! What made Mr. Guo write late at night wasn't a business offer, but a gift!"
After Guo Gaoang replied, the group seemed to be awakened and everyone came out to speak.
"It's a free gift when you buy fried skewers. I don't know if they'll keep giving it away. They said they made it especially for everyone during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"The free gift for fried skewers is so great? Where can I buy fried skewers? Are they delicious? I'll give you this ice cream for free if you buy a certain amount. I can also call a runner."
Cheng Zishuai's desire to buy was maximized.
"Uh... this fried skewers is incredibly delicious, practically the kind you'll love once you try it. But the business model is rather unique. It's mostly a group of regular customers who buy them. Because they come semi-finished, they have to be fried again at home. Plus, the pick-up time is fixed: you can only pick them up at a designated location between 8:20 and 8:40 PM..."
Guo Gaoang suffered a loss by directly inviting people to join the group. Now he is cautious when recommending fried skewers and takes the initiative to state the restrictions first.
“???”
“???????”
"Mr. Guo, where did you buy such outrageous fried skewers?"
"Mr. Guo, are you spending so much money exploring stores these days? You even managed to find out this!"
"I think it's outrageous too...Isn't it really just a tax on my IQ?"
“It’s not outrageous actually, because it’s really, really, really delicious. It’s the only food I want to strongly recommend after all the years of exploring restaurants.
Once you try it, you’ll know that limitations are nothing compared to the inimitable taste.”
Guo Gaoang tried hard to explain.
"That's amazing! It seems there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Yangcheng."
"Now that you've persuaded me like that, I'm curious too. I'll try it next time I get home."
"Is this the kind of place people talk about on WeChat now: 'Hidden in an alley, a fried skewers stall run by an old lady for twenty years, with countless people lining up every day, and only regular customers come to buy it'?"
Guo Gaoang was drinking water when he almost spit out the news. He could think of what everyone had experienced just by looking at the title.
"No, everyone knows this boss. He's our classmate."
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