Wan Feng taught them how to shout and yell.
"How can I feel so embarrassed? I can't even open my mouth!" Jiang Jun was pretending to be cool, but was kicked by Wan Feng.
"How can you be so embarrassed when you steal things, but you're embarrassed to shout about selling popsicles? Oh, by the way, if someone asks us which school we are from, then we are not students. We don't study, do you understand?"
Seeing everyone's hesitation, Wan Feng added, "Don't take it lightly. I'm telling you, whether you'll have a feast or starve to death at noon depends entirely on your mouth. If you don't shout, sales will definitely be slow. Stand here for a while, and I'll show you how to do it."
When they were talking, they had already arrived at the crowd. Wan Feng asked the four of them to stand a little further away from the crowd and walked to the crowd alone.
"Popsicles! Cool popsicles! Two cents each. They're soothing from the top of your mouth to your forehead and cool down to your heels. They're great for relieving overheating and preventing heatstroke. Buy now if you can, or they might be gone."
The competition was full of climaxes, and the adults and children who were watching were also very excited. Naturally, they were sweating profusely and their eyes were blackened by the sun.
Wan Feng's voice was like a spring breeze and rain, nourishing love, and suddenly the eyes of men, women, young and old all shone with magnificent light.
As Ma Huan, Xu Bin, Tan Chun and Jiang Jun stared in amazement, the fifty popsicles in Wan Feng's wooden box were sold out in the blink of an eye.
That's it!
Wan Feng came back with the empty box and said smugly, "See? Just sell it like this. And be sure to keep an eye on the popsicles in the box. Don't let them get kicked out when you're too busy. Even if you sell them one by one, don't lose anything. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"And don't get into conflict with others. If you have any problems, come to me. Okay, you guys go ahead. I'll go back and pack popsicles."
People who are just starting out in business often fear that their products won't sell, a fear that can significantly impact their confidence. However, once the first sale is completed, these worries dissipate, and their confidence gradually builds.
Once Xu Bin, Tan Chun and Jiang Jun each completed their first business, everything else fell into place.
Ma Huan was working as a deliveryman at the popsicle factory. Although he had never sold anything, he was willing to risk his reputation just to not have a bun for lunch.
Among these people, it was Jiang Jun who felt like a fish in water. He soon discovered that selling things was a very interesting thing. Selling goods and making profits from the difference between purchase and delivery prices seemed to be much more interesting than stealing.
This guy's enthusiasm suddenly soared, he quickly sold out all the popsicles in his box, and then ran out of the school like a 100-meter race.
During the remaining time, people in the stadium were competing, and Wan Feng and his team also seemed to be competing to see who could sell faster and more.
The atmosphere was also considerate of them. Eating a popsicle under the scorching sun was indeed refreshing, and most people could afford two cents, so almost everyone bought at least one popsicle. In the end, it seemed that there was a competition among them, and those who did not eat popsicles seemed embarrassed to say hello to others.
What made Wan Feng speechless was that many people did not throw away the popsicles after eating them, but kept them in their hands and placed them in a conspicuous place, as if telling people who saw them, look, I have eaten a popsicle too.
Following this trend, by 11:00 am, all the popsicles on the 130 trucks were sold out.
Wan Feng and Hua Wanrong sat in the carriage and settled accounts.
"That's two thousand and eleven fourteen popsicles in total. Minus the ten percent fee, you should pay us for one thousand eight hundred and fourteen popsicles."
Hua Wanrong quickly finished calculating the bill.
Wan Feng counted out eighteen yuan and twenty cents and gave it to Hua Wanrong, then counted the money in his hand.
These popsicles sold for a total of forty yuan and two cents, which seemed to be a few cents short.
But Wan Feng didn't care. After deducting the eighteen yuan and two cents he gave to Hua Wanrong, he had exactly twenty-two yuan left, which was enough for a very good meal.
"Wait here for a while. It's probably over by noon. I'll go get the students and teachers from our school."
Wan Feng rushed in, and when he arrived at the stop of Jiangwei School, it was lunchtime.
As Wan Feng expected, Xu Ying won the first place in the women's javelin group A for Jiangwei School without any pressure, which made Jiangwei School's overall ranking rise one place to sixth.
The people in the square began to disperse.
"Teacher! Let's go eat."
Xue Yongjiu looked at Wan Feng with some disbelief, but Wan Feng and Li Yi had already greeted the classmates and walked out.
"Everyone, don't get separated. If you get separated, gather outside at the tractor. What? You don't know where the tractor is? You're out of your mind. You don't even remember where you got off the tractor."
A group of people left the school and climbed onto the tractor.
"Uncle Yang, let's go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative Restaurant."
Wan Feng did not take the tractor but got on the No. 130 truck of the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory.
At that time, the only restaurant in the entire Yongshi Commune "government" was the commune supply and marketing cooperative, and a tractor and a 130 truck were parked in front of the restaurant.
Although there were some food in the restaurant, it was empty.
The entry of Wan Feng and his group seemed to scare the people in the restaurant.
There were large tables and tables in the restaurant at that time. The large tables were specially used for large gatherings. They were very large and could accommodate more than ten people without any pressure.
There are sixteen students in Wan Feng's class, two teachers, and four people from Yang Hong and Lan Shan, a total of twenty-three people, so they have to use a big table.
The two large tables were full of people, one table was filled with students, and the other table was occupied by people from the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory, two teachers, Yang Hongwanfeng, and several students.
This was the first time for these students to enter a restaurant, and they all turned their heads to look around.
At that time, a recipe was called a "bo", which was a piece of paper with the names of dishes sparsely written on it.
Wan Feng picked up the phone and started ordering food.
In the 1980s, purely vegetarian dishes in restaurants cost no more than one cent, and dishes with meat generally cost no more than two cents. The Warrior Commune was not far from the sea, and most of the seafood there also cost between one and two cents.
It was not like in later times where you could order whatever you wanted, but at that time you could eat whatever was available in the restaurant.
Wan Feng quickly ordered more than a dozen dishes, of course, he chose those that did not require tickets.
In the city, you need a ticket to buy tofu, but in the countryside, this is not so complicated, so spicy tofu, stir-fried tofu, and stewed tofu are all available, and each dish costs only one cent.
Smashed cucumber 8 cents, stir-fried pork with green pepper 2 cents, clams with cold vegetable 1.5 cents, roasted eggplant 1.4 cents, fried green fish 2 cents, fried sole 2 cents...
The most expensive dish on the table was sweet and sour pork ribs, which cost fifty cents.
Therefore, a table with more than a dozen dishes costs no more than four dollars per table.
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