Jiang Xiaoli didn't know whether Zong Jia was capable or not, but she knew that this guy was really rich.
While Li Gui was making spicy strips with Dafu, the two of them continued discussing the business they hadn't finished talking about the day before.
Today, Zong Jiayu pulled out his notebook, ready to take notes at any moment. He had a Montblanc fountain pen clipped to his notebook.
In her previous life, Jiang Xiaoli was the owner of her first company and was very fond of Montblanc's limited edition Dragon fountain pen released in 1993.
The Emperor's Dragon comes in two versions: a low-end Silver Dragon and a high-end Gold Dragon. He once specially asked someone to acquire a low-end Silver Dragon from a collector, while Zong Jia only has the high-end Gold Dragon.
Seeing that she was staring intently at his pen, Zong Jia took the pen out of the notebook, shook it a few times in his hand, and saw her eyes follow the pen as it moved up and down.
A smile spread across his eyes and brows. "What, do you like this pen?"
Jiang Xiaoli was relieved when she saw him catch the pen smoothly, and said sourly, "Hmm, it looks pretty good."
She silently added in her heart, "It's also suitable for collection! Isn't that right? Only 30,000 pieces were made worldwide."
Upon hearing this, Zong Jiayu immediately shoved the pen into her hand, saying, "Here, little pear sister."
Jiang Xiaoli paused for two seconds, then shoved the pen back at him like it was a hot potato, saying, "This pen looks very expensive, are you crazy?!"
"No matter how valuable it is, it's just a writing implement. The business acumen that Little Pear taught me is priceless," Zong Jiayu said, shrugging indifferently.
Jiang Xiaoli was quite pleased with his flattery. "It's good that you know, but I can't take your things. You keep them safe. This pen is so beautiful, it must be hard to buy. Don't break it."
Seeing that she really didn't want it, Zong Jiayu had no choice but to give up. The two continued their conversation from yesterday, and he listened while taking notes on the parts he found helpful.
Dafu was learning how to make spicy strips very seriously from Li Guizhi. He was a little puzzled at the moment. How could his brother Xiaozong have almost choked them to death in the kitchen with such simple steps?
With Dafu's help today, Li Guizhi made more spicy strips, using 30 jin of dried bean curd sheets.
Jiang Xiaoli and the other two divided the food together while Li Guizhi went to make lunch.
Jiang Xiaoli divided about half of the contents into smaller portions and planned to wholesale the rest to Tian Yuzhen after returning from the Children's Palace.
Zong Jia and Da Fu ate lunch together and took five packets of seasoning, eager to go back and test Da Fu's learning results.
Jiang Xiaoli waved 75 yuan in front of Li Guizhi, "Mom, I've already made over 30 yuan before even setting up my stall today. How about that, not bad, right?"
Li Guizhi was very happy, but she was also worried. "I don't know if Dafu can do well when he goes back. I think those young men have it tough too."
Jiang Xiaoli put her arm around her mother's shoulder and said, "Mom, don't worry about them. Zong Jia and that bastard would never sell to us so cheaply. He'll definitely make money, so don't worry!"
I only found out from chatting with Zong Jia these past two days that he had ordered a batch of special packaging bags, which was a huge upgrade for his spicy strips. Who knows, he might be able to sell them for 50 cents a pack.
Hearing her daughter say this, Li Guizhi felt a little more at ease, packed her things, and went out to set up her stall.
With school starting in the next couple of days, the Children's Palace wasn't as crowded as it had been the previous days. As Jiang Xiaoli sold her goods, she kept repeating, "Today is the last day I'm setting up my stall here! Don't miss out if you like this kind of thing!"
Upon hearing her say that, many people bought several bags at once. Jiang Xiaoli kept reminding them that it was hot and they shouldn't buy too many because they would spoil and become useless.
I brought more spicy snacks today than usual, about 250 bags, but they sold out in about the same amount of time as usual.
Back home, Li Guizhi calculated that her profit for the day was about 43 yuan, the first time she had made more than 40 yuan since she started her stall. She couldn't stop smiling.
Seeing her mother happy, Jiang Xiaoli added a little something extra, "Mom, you forgot, we made over 30 yuan from our seasonings. When Tian Xiaomeng's mother comes later, she might even buy some directly!"
Li Guizhi calculated that she could earn more than 100 yuan a day this way, and she couldn't believe it was true!
Under her daughter's constant brainwashing, she has now converted her measurement method to that of commercial housing.
"If we earn 100 yuan a day, we can save up enough for five or six square meters of housing in a month, and we can afford a new house next year!"
Jiang Xiaoli watched with a smile as her mother counted on her fingers.
"Mom, isn't our little business very promising? Making a hundred yuan a day is nothing! Our goal should be to move into our new house before the New Year!"
Li Guizhi was rather conservative and felt it was impossible to achieve that quickly, but she didn't say anything to discourage her daughter's enthusiasm; having something to strive for was naturally a good thing!
Tian Yuzhen arrived at the same time as yesterday, and her knocking could be heard from a distance, "Guizhi! I'm here!"
Li Guizhi happily went to open the door for her. In the past, she thought Tian Yuzhen was a gossipy person, but now in her eyes, she was a big customer, a gold nugget that delivered money to her door!
"Sister-in-law Tian is here! Come in and sit down. Xiao Li, go get your Aunt Tian a glass of water."
Tian Yuzhen clearly felt that Li Guizhi was particularly enthusiastic today, but she didn't think much of it and drank the cold water that Jiang Xiaoli brought her without a care in the world.
"Guizhi, business was good today, wasn't it? How much did you make?"
Li Guizhi laughed and joked, "Our spicy strips are delicious, anyone who sells them will have good business. Sister Tian, let me give you a price?"
"Okay, tell me what you think. If it's possible, I'd like to take some goods and try selling them too!" Tian Yuzhen said, putting the enamel mug on the table after finishing her water and staring at Li Guizhi.
Jiang Xiaoli had just given her mother a brief training session, and Li Guizhi looked very confident at the moment.
"Sister Tian, my family's spicy strips are sold wholesale by weight. The minimum order is 5 jin (2.5 catties), and the price is 1 yuan per jin. For orders over 50 jin, the price is 0.9 yuan per jin, and for orders over 100 jin, the price is 0.8 yuan per jin."
Once you get the goods back, you can repackage them and sell them yourself. When we set up stalls, we sell them in 100-gram bags (about 2 liang), for 3 mao (0.3 yuan), or 2 bags for 5 mao (0.5 yuan).
Upon hearing the price, Tian Yuzhen's mind raced. "One yuan per jin! Oh my, that's so expensive! That's 2 mao a bag! Guizhi, you're not leaving us any room to make a profit!"
Hearing her complaints, Li Guizhi wasn't in a hurry. "Sister Tian, let me tell you, I took about 50 jin out at noon today, and it was all sold out in noon."
Are you worried that you and your sister aren't as good at talking as me? If you buy more than 100 pounds, it's only 80 cents per pound, really not expensive!
When Tian Yuzhen heard that she had sold 50 jin in just one noon, her eyes lit up immediately. "Guizhi, you can't lie, can you really have sold that much in just one noon?"
"Sister Tian, don't you know what kind of person I am? I wouldn't lie to you!" Li Guizhi said confidently.
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