“I think a trademark is a good idea. But for future development, you need to come up with a good name,” Cao Minghui suggested. “Ideally, it should be one that everyone can remember immediately.”
Qiao Xiaoni quickly thought of a name and said, "Let's call it Old Qiao's Beef Sauce. I just thought about it, and the wholesale price for 50 bottles is one yuan and fifty cents per bottle."
The price drops to 1.4 yuan for more than 100 bottles, 1.3 yuan for more than 200 bottles, and it can't go any lower.
I have limited manpower here, so I can only make a maximum of 200 bottles.
Go back and discuss it with your father. Don't rush to reply to me; let him think it over carefully.
If all else fails, just take a few dozen bottles and sell them first; maybe you'll get some unexpected profits.
"Yes, I will tell my dad exactly what you said. Let him think about it himself! Whether this matter succeeds or not, we will still be good friends." Cao Minghui solemnly stated her position.
Qiao Xiaoni liked her cheerful personality: "Actually, the reason I asked you to come out is because there's something I want you to talk to your dad about."
"What's wrong?"
"Actually, I run a barbecue restaurant outside, and there is a huge demand for beef, mutton, chicken wings, chicken hearts, chicken legs, and crucian carp every day."
"I want your dad to help us get the lowest price, but the quality of the goods must be guaranteed. We run an honest business and will never sell defective products to customers. You must make this clear to him, don't forget." Qiao Xiaoni stated her requirements; it's better to say some things in advance.
How to describe barbecue? If you barbecue something bad, you might not be able to tell the difference because after it's grilled, spices are sprinkled on it, which masks the original flavor and makes it hard to tell.
Having grown up surrounded by such things, Cao Minghui immediately recognized this as a great opportunity to make money. She patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, leave this to me. I will definitely handle this well."
The two didn't return to the classroom until the school bell rang.
School ends in the afternoon.
Qiao Xiaoni rushed home as usual, without chatting with anyone.
Zhou Meiling waited until most of the people in the classroom had left, and most importantly, until Sun Jie left, before taking out the things.
"That's all the food. Since you want to eat it, let's split it in half. You don't need to pay me. This was given to me by someone else. If you need to pay, you can give the money to Xiaoni tomorrow."
"Okay!" Song Mingyuan nodded in agreement, and under the expectant look in his eyes, he finally got half a sausage.
Zhou Meiling felt a pang of heartache, because she hadn't even eaten a single bite yet! And now, more than half of it had been given away.
Why!
Since he was my deskmate, he readily agreed when we changed seats. When the teacher asked, he took the blame, saying it was he who wanted to change seats.
I've always wanted to repay this favor, and today I finally found the opportunity.
Song Mingyuan took the sausage and left satisfied, planning to go to the cafeteria to get a meal and have a good time.
Zhou Meiling left the classroom with her schoolbag, planning to find a job the next day. She'd heard from classmates that a newspaper was hiring. She thought her writing was decent and wanted to ask about the pay.
Writing a little something isn't difficult; the most important thing is to earn enough to live on. Thinking about the life I'm living now, I feel resentful towards Sun Jie.
Why is he so aloof? Everyone needs to earn money to live. Many of my classmates are looking for jobs outside just to save money for their families.
His family is so poor, yet he feels ashamed to go out and earn money. What is he thinking?
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