In fact, Peng Liang never stayed in the dormitory provided by He Wenlin.
Now he's selling this with a friend, and they've rented a place together and are living in their own apartment.
They have now returned to their rented apartment.
"I never expected business to be this good." Zhang Qiang grinned from ear to ear.
"Thanks to Liangzi, if it weren't for his thick skin, we wouldn't have been able to sell even three jin, let alone thirty boxes," Chen Weihua said. "Liangzi, I think you should quit your job."
Zhang Qiang chimed in, "That's right! At this sales volume, selling a hundred cases a day is no problem. A hundred cases would yield a profit of three hundred! Split among the three of us, you can do the math yourself. Liangzi, four hundred yuan a month? What's the point of working like that?!"
"Let's work for a while longer and then talk about it."
Peng Liang did want to resign, but he felt it wouldn't be right to resign so soon after arriving, especially since He Wenlin thought so highly of him. He couldn't bring himself to quit.
Another is having a job that guarantees a stable income regardless of drought or flood.
Although his base salary is 400 yuan, he also receives a 50 yuan reimbursement for phone and transportation expenses each month, as well as commissions from the shirt factory. He has just secured takeout orders for a breakfast shop, for which he also receives a commission.
Peng Liang calculated that he had a guaranteed monthly income of over 600 yuan, plus meals and a 13th-month bonus. The key point was that it wasn't as tiring as working in a factory.
Zhang Qiang rolled his eyes at him: "You really are stubborn."
“Our street vending is just getting started. We’ll talk about it again once it’s more stable. Also, when you go out to set up your stalls during the day, you have to shout it out loud. If you don’t shout, you won’t get any business,” Peng Liang said.
“We can just bring a recording speaker,” Zhang Qiang said. “Or we should buy two, one as a spare.”
"Stop talking nonsense and split the money!" Chen Weihua dumped the money from his bag onto the bed; it was a huge pile.
Seeing the colorful bills, Peng Liang and Zhang Qiang excitedly rushed over and began sorting them one by one.
In fact, based on their nine years of compulsory education, it's possible to calculate how much money they made today.
But counting the money you've earned is an extremely therapeutic process.
There were more large bills and small denominations, so after pouring them out, it looked like a lot. In the end, after counting out the change I had brought with me, I only made 92 yuan. I sold 29 boxes and 1 jin.
They also took thirty boxes of goods. One box was opened for tasting, and in the end, there was a pound and three ounces left, which they sold for five yuan.
So the total profit is ninety-two yuan!
Peng Liang took out a notebook and recorded the quantity of goods purchased, the quantity sold, and the sales amount. All three of them signed their names on it.
They haven't split the money yet because they ordered another hundred boxes, and they'll have to pay them back tomorrow.
...
The next day, He Wenlin got up at three o'clock in the morning as usual and prepared six catties of filling for steamed dumplings and six catties of filling for xiaolongbao.
After getting ready, it was four o'clock.
He Wenlin and He Shan quickly went to the breakfast shop.
The second brother got up at this time. He first made two batches of egg roll batter, then heated up the machine so that he could start working when Ruan Jianxin and the others arrived.
After making the egg rolls, I quickly prepared twelve jin (approximately 6 catties) of dough for the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and let it rest for later use.
After he finished doing all that, Huang Chunxiang, Ruan Jianxin, and Li Xiaojuan all arrived.
"We have a lot of orders today. Yesterday, our customers ordered another 120 boxes. I hope everyone will work hard today," He Wenjun said to the crowd, mustering his courage and mimicking He Wenlin's usual manner.
He remembered He Wenlin saying that sweet words are the most cost-effective way to make people happy.
If leaders can say "Thank you for your hard work" to every employee every day, they will be more passionate about their work and their loyalty to the company will increase.
He Wenjun kept He Wenlin's words firmly in mind.
"Xiao Jun, you're too kind," Huang Chunxiang said with a smile.
"Grandma Huang, could you work a little longer this afternoon?" He Wenjun asked. "We have a lot of orders today, and my sister bought three more machines, which will be delivered this morning. Could you work a few more hours this afternoon?"
“Okay, I can work until around 4 p.m. My daughter is coming home for dinner, and I need to buy groceries and cook. I have to be back by 4:30 p.m. at the latest.”
"Okay, then it'll be 4:30. Thank you for your hard work, and thank you everyone for your hard work as well."
He Wenjun quickly made two more batches of egg roll batter to keep on hand, because he had to go to the fast food restaurant and wouldn't be back for a while, so the egg roll production here couldn't stop.
At 6:30, Zhang Hong arrived at the fast food restaurant.
"Mr. Zhang, what brings you here?" Mr. He stepped forward to greet him, offering him a cigarette. "What would you like to eat? Steamed buns?"
"I'm here to pick up goods," Zhang Hong said. "Your production capacity can't keep up."
"We just didn't expect such a sudden surge in orders," Mr. He laughed. "Two young people were doing really well in business. On the first day, they ordered fifty boxes, just like you, and yesterday they took thirty boxes and sold them all out. Last night, they called us and ordered another hundred boxes!"
"Where are they selling? Business is booming."
"We don't know where we sell them, but it's true that our products are of good quality and inexpensive."
He Wenjun: "We currently have forty cases in stock. Uncle Zhang, you can take twenty boxes, because twenty boxes were pre-ordered by others earlier than you. The rest will be delivered to you this afternoon."
"Business is best in the afternoon, so please try to deliver to me around 3 o'clock."
"We've added manpower and machines today; we're doing our best..."
He Wenjun rode Zhang Hong's tricycle to the food factory to load up some goods, and then rode the tricycle back.
While they were having this time, He's father treated Zhang Hong to breakfast and chatted for a bit.
"Uncle He, my friend is here to pick up the egg rolls." Peng Liang brought Zhang Qiang and Chen Weihua over.
"How much stock do you have in the factory right now? We'll take it all at once!" Having tasted success, Zhang Qiang was very assertive.
"I'm sorry, the factory only has forty pieces of goods. Boss Zhang took twenty boxes, and you can take twenty boxes as well," said Mr. He.
"Only twenty boxes? We ordered a hundred boxes!" Zhang Qiang said. "We'll take the remaining forty boxes."
Zhang Qiang's attitude and tone were not good, which displeased Zhang Hong and He's father.
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