He Na pushed her things and moved to the intersection with the antique street.
As soon as she arrived at the market, she sold a plate of goods immediately. He Na's mood instantly brightened, and she felt like she was doing well again.
She also felt that these goods might not be enough to sell.
By 7:30, He Na only had nine plates left.
But after 8:30, she basically stopped doing anything; there were many people trying the samples, but few buying them.
He Na was extremely anxious. So many people wanted to eat it, so why wasn't anyone buying it?
Just then, a customer mentioned that someone ahead was also selling the same cake and asked if she was a relative of theirs. Upon hearing this, she immediately ran over to take a look.
As a result, Peng Liang's stall was surrounded by people!
They set up a stall at the entrance of the alley above on the same street, selling not only peach shortbread and egg rolls but also cakes!
And it was less than 200 meters away from He Na!
Peng Liang even set up a large sound system. He held a microphone and performed like he was telling a crosstalk routine, creating an exceptionally lively scene.
No wonder my business is bad!
Turns out there was a competitor!
He Na recognized him; he had visited the cake shop when it opened, and He Na knew he was He Wenlin's employee!
Seeing his business booming, selling cakes one after another and egg rolls by the box, He Na was furious!
She immediately called He Wenlin: "Linlin, why didn't you tell me that Peng from your fast food restaurant was also setting up a stall here? Now the two of us are selling cakes here, how am I supposed to sell my goods?"
He Wenlin was baffled when she received the call.
"You blame me for not selling the goods? Are you alright?"
"The one where you and your second brother work at the fast food restaurant, he also has a stall, just a couple hundred meters away from me! His business is booming, mine can't sell anything at all!"
"If you're going to set up a stall, don't you even check if there are any competitors nearby? And you're blaming me? You're really something else."
Then, on the phone, she said matter-of-factly, "He's your employee. Call him and tell him to go somewhere else."
“I’m his boss. If he doesn’t do his job well, I can punish him or scold him. But where he sets up his stall is his freedom. Who do I care? It’s after get off work hours. Don’t go too far.”
He Wenlin was amused by her peculiar thought process.
How come I never noticed she was this kind of person before?
"Then don't sell him the cake! It's your cake; if you say one word, he won't be able to sell it."
"Big sister, are you alright? Do you think this is child's play? I opened this shop to run a business, invested so much money, and you're telling me not to sell him cakes?! I have so many employees, are you going to support them?"
“But he’s competing with me for business. If he sells, I won’t be able to sell.”
"That's your problem. Why can others sell their goods but you can't? Look for the reasons within yourself. You want to run a business exclusively for yourself? Do you think that's possible? As soon as you see He Ling making money, you get restless and anxious. If you affect He Ling's business, and He Ling tells me not to sell to you, how will you feel?"
He Wenlin lost her temper and spoke in a bad tone. It's really hard not to lose your temper when you meet a childhood friend like that.
"Okay, I have to go to class now, I'm hanging up."
He Wenlin hung up the phone.
He Na stomped her feet in anger when she heard the dial tone on the phone.
After hanging up the phone, He Na lost interest in selling.
Business was already bad, and with her lack of enthusiasm and initiative in promoting her products, she was even less likely to sell anything.
As a result, when she closed up shop at 11 p.m., she still had eight and a half plates left.
She ate five pieces just from the tastings, and she didn't go home for lunch. She ate a piece of chiffon cake herself, which means she sold a total of sixty-six pieces today.
When she got home, Li Jinfeng gave her a severe scolding.
“I told you to go to work properly, but you wouldn’t listen. Now there’s so much left unsold, and you don’t even feel the pain,” Li Jinfeng said loudly. “You’ve never stocked up on so much before. You’d better go to work properly tomorrow and don’t sell any more.”
"No! I didn't lose money! If these aren't sold, I'll just sell more tomorrow morning. The weather's cooler now, they won't spoil overnight," He Na said. "I sold sixty-six cakes today, making about sixty yuan. That's 1,800 yuan a month! I only made 1,800 yuan in three months of working!"
Anyway, He Na was determined not to go back to work. It would be too embarrassing. Everyone in the store would know that she had quit her job to become her own boss, and then she would go back after only one day. Where would she put her face?
"Sixty-six cakes, how much did you make?" He Hui asked her. "How much did you spend on the inventory?"
"The purchase cost 381.6 yuan, and the turnover should be 270 yuan."
He Na had already done the math in her head.
If she can consistently earn 270 yuan a day, she feels it's better than working a regular job.
"You haven't even gotten your money back yet, what are you so happy about?" He Hui poured cold water on you. "Four yuan a piece means you have to sell four more pieces tomorrow to break even, which means you have to sell everything to make a profit."
“We’ve sold nine units today, and eight more tomorrow will definitely be no problem. From now on, I’ll only buy seven or eight units at a time, no more.” He Na said as she rummaged through her bag, preparing to take out the money and do some more calculations.
"ah……"
He Na screamed. Her bag had been slashed open, and nothing was inside!
"My money, sob sob sob..." He Na wailed.
Upon seeing this, Li Jinfeng and He Hui quickly grabbed her bag.
“This cut was obviously made with a razor blade,” He Hui said. “There are a lot of people outside, and pickpockets take advantage of the chaos. Young girls like you are the easiest targets. I’ve been pickpocketed before.”
Li Jinfeng was furious, poking He Na's forehead with her finger: "What good are you? You don't have the skills but you still try to do business. Now look what happened, you've lost everything! Are you satisfied now? You still have the nerve to cry!"
He Hui: "Mom, forget it, let's not say anything more. Luckily it wasn't much money, consider it a lesson learned."
"Stop setting up stalls! Go back to work at the cake shop."
"I don't!"
Li Jinfeng glared at her: "What do you mean, 'no'? With your looks, how much money would be enough for you to pay?"
"I'm losing my own money!"
Seeing that she was unrepentant and even talked back, Li Jinfeng raised her hand to slap her.
He Hui stopped her, saying, "Mom, forget it, let's get ready and go to bed early."
...
Because of the heavy losses, He Na lost her initial enthusiasm the next morning.
It's almost six o'clock, and I still haven't gotten up.
"Still sleeping? Get up and go sell the rest of the cake!" her mother, Li Jinfeng, said shrilly.
He Na then reluctantly set up her stall.
"Why has this cake gotten so hard?" He Hui touched it. "The crust is all hard. How can we sell it today?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jinfeng touched it and said, "It really is hard. The cakes we bought before didn't get like this even after a night. Did Linlin cut corners on the cakes that were wholesaled to us?"
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