Having learned their lesson from the previous day's experience selling boxed lunches, Zhou Dayong and Zhou Peng were much better prepared.
As soon as the food cart was placed, Zhou Peng quickly handed the lunchboxes to Song Qi'an.
"Manager Song, lunch is here."
Zhou Peng still feels guilty about yesterday's oversight and has been keeping it in mind all the way here.
Song Qi'an took the lunchbox and said to Zhou Peng.
"No need to be so polite. You're Sui Sui's older brother, just call me by my name."
"Okay, you eat then. We'll come back for the lunchbox when we leave."
Zhou Peng said something before leaving, thinking to himself, "Don't let Song Qi'an's position of managing over a hundred people fool you; he's down-to-earth and easy to get along with."
As soon as Zhou Peng returned to the dining car, he noticed a man standing next to him talking to Zhou Dayong.
As I got closer, I heard the man say, "So how much money do you make from each of these lunchboxes?"
"I can't earn much. A lunchbox costs only a few cents. Besides buying vegetables and rice, I also have to buy firewood. All these expenses add up to quite a bit."
"Then you're setting up here, shouldn't the construction workers move aside?"
Zhou Dayong held up three fingers and rubbed them together, "Otherwise, I could say I only earn a few cents per serving."
The man wanted to ask more questions, but Zhou Peng strode over and said, "Uncle, get ready, the workers will be coming out soon."
Then she pushed her way through, pushing the man aside.
The uncle and nephew kept talking, not giving the man a chance to ask any more questions.
Until the workers came out, those who had tried it yesterday didn't hesitate to go straight to the food truck to buy boxed meals today.
Zhou Peng was busy with his work, but his eyes kept glancing at the man next to him.
The man left when they had finished their work.
"Uncle, you found out so quickly and got here."
Zhou Dayong turned the fire down a bit and whispered to Zhou Peng.
“I saw this person yesterday; he’s the one who sells noodles at the intersection.”
Yesterday, few of the workers ate out, and the noodle shop owner found out what was going on as soon as he asked around. That's why they came over today on their own.
"Is that guy going to start selling boxed lunches like us tomorrow?"
Zhou Sui had told them about this before; it's just something as simple as cooking a dish or preparing some boxes, which is the easiest thing for someone to copy.
It mainly depends on how well the dishes you prepare taste and how much they are served.
"No matter what, we have Xiao Song as our backer."
Zhou Dayong patted his nephew on the shoulder, "No matter how many people come, they won't reach our position."
The place where they are setting up their stall is within the construction site area, which was specially reserved for them by Song Qi'an.
Even if someone else wants to come, they have to set up their stall at least five meters away. The workers coming out of the stalls will pass by their stalls first.
"Then let's prepare smaller portions of food tomorrow," Zhou Peng said to Zhou Sui after they got back.
Zhou Sui, who was keeping accounts, asked upon hearing this, "What are you thinking, brother?"
"If other vendors come out tomorrow, the workers will definitely disperse, since everyone wants to try something new."
Zhou Peng slowly explained his thoughts, "It will definitely affect our business, but I'm also afraid that we won't have enough to sell tomorrow if we don't prepare enough."
Starting this boxed lunch business has cost a lot of money just for customizing the boxes. Although Zhou Sui is covering all the costs and he's just receiving a salary, he's still worried about losing money.
"It's alright, if there's not enough to sell, there's not enough to sell. The workers won't starve themselves. If you run out of food here, they'll naturally go somewhere else to eat."
"It's not a big deal if we earn one less day."
Zhou Peng nodded; he would listen to Zhou Sui anyway.
"By the way, brother, whatever they sell tomorrow, find a worker you know and buy some to try."
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you understand the differences between the two. Maintain the good and improve the bad. Blindly sticking to the old ways will not work.
Zhou Peng nodded in agreement, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke to Zhou Sui again.
"Didn't we say before that we were going to sell honey grapefruit tea?"
This was agreed upon when we first started. Zhou Peng would push the cart to the mall and sell pomelo tea on the street.
However, due to the addition of boxed lunches to the business, this matter was put on hold for the time being.
It is only sold in the store, either freshly made or bottled, in small jars, packaged in a yellow paper bag.
Female teachers from nearby schools love buying this bottled product.
Since the teacher talks a lot, drinking honey tea to soothe the throat is very comforting.
Zhou Sui specially commissioned someone to make a poster about the benefits of honey pomelo tea and placed it at the entrance.
With pictures and text, it was easy to understand. At first, the white-collar workers bought it one cup at a time, but later Zhou Sui told them that bottled drinks were more cost-effective.
For a period of time, canned honey grapefruit tea sold particularly fast.
Moreover, Zhou Sui received an order unintentionally while shopping yesterday.
"Brother, let's not rush to sell them today. Come with me later to deliver some canned fruit. We'll also check out the market and try to sell all our pomelos."
Zhou Peng looked at her blankly, "Who are you delivering it to? What does 'market outreach' mean?"
"Come with me and you'll see." Zhou Sui kept everyone in suspense, then found a large cardboard box and filled it with honey pomelo tea for Zhou Peng. They then headed towards the busiest street in the center of town.
Finally, the two stopped in front of a restaurant. Zhou Sui raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting to run into an acquaintance here.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com