When He Ma returned to work at the factory, she was still thinking about Luo Zhonghui ordering 200 jin of goods from her daughter, and her happy smile never stopped.
Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder, how come her daughter is so amazing?
"Aizhen, what's making you so happy?" Xiuying couldn't help but ask when she saw He Ma's happy expression. "Is it because your daughter's business is booming?"
"No matter how good the business is, it's not as stable as our salary. If we can't sell the goods, we'll lose money even if we have underwear." Of course, Aunt He wouldn't be stupid enough to tell anyone about the business.
She has a sense of confidentiality.
She understood the importance of keeping one's wealth hidden.
"Your daughter's business is so good, why are you still working? If it were me, I would have gone back to help out long ago," Xiuying whispered. "I heard your cousin went to learn a trade."
"Learn a skill?" Aunt He was taken aback. "You mean He Xing? Where did he go to learn it?"
"I don't know, but I haven't given up on doing business."
"Everyone relies on their own abilities to do business, and we can't stop them."
Despite saying that, Mrs. He was still worried and secretly hoped that they would suffer bad luck.
The reason is simple: He's mother believes that the matter investigated by the Industry and Commerce Bureau last time was reported by someone from her family!
Although things turned out alright in the end, this behavior was terrible!
Stealing business and reaping the benefits is disgusting enough, but then this whistleblowing happens! This is simply inhuman!
He's mother thought she would talk to He Wenlin about it when she got home that night.
...
The business is just starting out and the volume of goods is small, so it's not cost-effective to use refrigerated trucks for transportation. Therefore, He Wenlin currently arranges the dumplings and xiaolongbao neatly on pallets, with only one layer on each pallet.
Then stack the trays one on top of the other. This way, even if the food gets a little soft, it won't stick together and affect its appearance.
This means that more trays are needed.
Especially now that Luo Zhonghui has ordered 200 jin of goods, the pallets are even more difficult to use.
He Wenlin rode her bike to the trade city and bought fifty of them in one go. She wanted to buy more, but the store only had that many in stock.
Back at the shop, He Wenlin told her younger brother and Ruan Min to quickly wash the trays, as everyone was waiting to use them.
"Linlin, it was the right decision to invite Grandma Lingfeng over to help. Look at how fast and well she wraps them; she does it even better than the people who have been working on it for days," Grandma He said with a smile in her hometown dialect.
He Wenlin smiled and explained to Grandma Ruan, "Grandma Ruan, my grandma said I'm lucky to have found such a capable helper like you. She said your dumplings are better than theirs."
Grandma Ruan said in broken Mandarin, "I knew a little bit before, so I might be able to learn it a little faster."
"Oh, I see. Then I'm really lucky."
Hiring someone with a foundation would save us so much trouble.
"Linlin, should we buy another freezer? They need 200 pounds of goods, and we're afraid we won't be able to fit them here," suggested Mr. He.
"No rush. We'll deliver Mr. Luo's goods in two batches. Tomorrow I'll find a plastic packaging manufacturer to customize some plastic base trays. That way we won't have to go through so much trouble in the future, and the freezer will save space. If business is booming and the volume of goods increases, we can buy more then."
Now that He Wenlin has tasted success, he will definitely expand this business. In addition to selling in the vegetable market, he can also run promotions in supermarkets with high customer traffic.
"Plastic base?"
He Wenlin explained, "Just like the bottom of an egg, eggs are easily bruised and inconvenient to transport, so clever people invented egg paper trays. Our dumplings and buns can also be made into plastic trays, which can prevent them from sticking together and can be stacked without being crushed. Plastic trays are convenient, lightweight, and do not take up much space."
“But that would cost a lot more,” said Grandma He. “I think a single takeout box costs a couple of cents, and the tray you’re talking about is definitely bigger than a fast food box, so it should be even more expensive.”
“So, selling in bulk will be cheaper. If we pack the dumplings or steamed buns in bags and trays and sell them by the portion, then it will definitely be more expensive per pound,” He Wenlin said. “The specific price also depends on how much a plastic tray costs and how much it costs to rent a refrigerated truck for transportation. Right now, since we are nearby, we can deliver it even if it is a little more troublesome. If we were to do business further away, we definitely couldn’t deliver like we do now.”
"If all the vegetable markets in Shaoxing sold our dumplings and steamed buns, we'd be rich, hehe." He Wenjun laughed out loud at the thought.
Old Mrs. He scolded, "The whole of Shaocheng? You're just daydreaming."
“Grandma, how is this wishful thinking? I think my second brother’s words are law.” He Wenlin said, “Second brother, let’s work together. By then, not only will we be able to enter the entire Shaoxing vegetable market, but my business might even be able to enter supermarkets of all sizes throughout the city.”
He Wenjun chuckled: "If that day ever comes, little sister, get your brother a computer."
He Wenlin rolled her eyes at him: "Your sister will have such a big business in the future, what can't I have? You just want a computer, how pathetic! You're disgracing your richest sister!"
"Hahaha."
Everyone burst into laughter at He Wenlin's shameless words.
The Ruan family didn't know what He Wenlin and the others were laughing about, but they were also infected by the atmosphere and felt very relaxed and happy.
Note that they were busy until 9 p.m. He Wenlin, Grandma He, and Dad He got up early, so they went home to rest first. The Ruan family also went home, leaving only He Wenjun, Lin Fei, and He Shan to continue working in the store.
Before leaving, I estimated that we had about 14 jin of steamed dumplings and about 8 jin of xiaolongbao.
They were still making steamed dumplings tonight, estimating they could make another five or six pounds.
…
He Wenlin washed up and went straight to sleep; she was just too tired from day to day!
When He's mother returned, she wanted to tell He Wenlin about He Xing's "unrepentant intentions," but seeing that He Wenlin was sleeping soundly, she held back and didn't say anything.
The next morning at six o'clock, when He Ma got up to help out at the store, she told everyone about it.
"I'd heard before that he wanted to learn a trade, but his daughter Xiaoying didn't agree, did she?" Grandma He was quite surprised.
"I guess he felt we were making money, so he couldn't hold back," He Wenlin said. "Actually, my uncle does have some guts."
In some ways, his own father was no match for this cousin.
Grandma He: "Learning a skill isn't something you can do overnight. Not everyone is like Linlin, who doesn't charge tuition and is willing to teach wholeheartedly. If he went outside to learn cooking skills, he probably wouldn't be able to learn it in less than a year or two."
“Let’s focus on doing our own thing and not worry about him,” He Wenlin said. “Even if he learns a new skill and comes back, we’re not afraid. If we can defeat him once, we can defeat him a second time!”
They have no confidence at all; they're a disgrace to the reborn army.
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