"Let's go, Yunyun, let's find a guesthouse to stay in first." Su Aimin said. Although he came here for important business, there was no rush.
"good."
Su Aimin took his daughter and found a guesthouse with ease. They booked two rooms and sat down to rest. Su Aimin introduced the situation in Pengcheng to his daughter.
"This guesthouse is close to Pengcheng's largest market, and there are a lot of people coming and going, from all over the place, so it's a mixed bag." Su Aimin carefully instructed her daughter, "So we have to be careful when we go in and out, and we must not show off our wealth."
There are not only those who come to Pengcheng to make a fortune doing legitimate business, but also many who want to make money through illegal means, so they have to be wary.
Su Qingyun nodded. No wonder. She had seen several shifty-looking people peeking outside the guesthouse just now. It seemed that they all wanted to make some "unexpected money".
"The market here is huge, selling everything. You can basically find anything you can think of here," Su Aimin continued. "Pengcheng has a thriving handicraft industry and light industry. And, it's close to the port city. If we're lucky, we might even come across goods from there. That would be a stroke of luck."
The goods from Hong Kong are well-made and novel in style, but in small quantities. Basically, they are snapped up as soon as they appear. They are the kind that are hard to come by.
Su Qingyun nodded and smiled in her heart. The handicraft industry and light industry were in full swing. Her father had indeed made progress now. He had a lot of professional vocabulary.
"When we go out later, Yunyun, you have to follow me closely and never leave my sight. If you find any goods suitable for taking back, tell me."
"Okay." Su Qingyun nodded again.
After they finished talking, the father and daughter rested for a while, drank a few sips of water, and prepared to go out.
The two of them went out with light luggage, carrying nothing with them except Su Qingyun, who carried a small bag. They did not look like they were here to purchase goods, but rather like tourists visiting Pengcheng.
After going out, the two were not in a hurry and first found a place to eat.
"Yunyun, Dad is telling you, the white-cut chicken in this restaurant is really delicious." Su Aimin enthusiastically introduced it to his daughter, "The last time I came to Pengcheng, your uncle Yuan and I had dinner here."
Yuan Nan came here a long time ago, and before he could even get comfortable in his seat, he and Su Aimin rushed to Pengcheng without stopping. They both bought a lot of goods and prepared to test the waters. Su Aimin took the goods back to Beijing, while Yuan Nan returned to S Province. They took a two-pronged approach, just to compare the markets on both sides.
It now seems that although there are many people setting up stalls and many competitors in Beijing, the people in Beijing have high purchasing power and are willing to spend money. In Province S, although the consumption level cannot catch up with that of big cities, the market is huge and there are fewer competitors. Therefore, the two places have their own advantages, and neither of them is willing to give up.
But Su Aimin knew that this phenomenon was only temporary. Later, when the market in Beijing became saturated, it would not be so easy to make money. He had already made up his mind that Beijing was only suitable for making a quick buck. Once he had accumulated enough of the original accumulation of capital mentioned in the book, he would focus his business on other cities.
To do business, you cannot be limited in your vision, but must look further ahead. Taking one step and looking three steps ahead is a quality that a businessman must possess.
Soon, the dishes came up, and Su Aimin picked up a piece of white-cut chicken for Su Qingyun, "Come, taste it. After you're full, we can get back to work."
"Okay." Su Qingyun put the chicken into his mouth.
White-cut chicken, also known as boiled chicken, is a delicacy of Cantonese cuisine, one of the eight major Chinese cuisines. It originated from folk hotels in the old days. It usually uses fine-bone farm chicken with ingredients such as sand ginger, minced garlic, and green onions. After slow cooking, it is dried and cut into pieces.
After the dish is cooked, it is white with a hint of oily yellow, with crisp skin, smooth meat, fragrant bones, and is light and delicious.
Su Qingyun tasted it carefully and found that the meat was indeed tender, cooked but not rotten, and tasted very delicious.
"Is it delicious?" Su Aimin asked her.
"It's delicious." Su Qingyun nodded.
"Then eat more, don't be in a hurry."
"Okay, Dad, you eat too." Su Qingyun picked up a piece of chicken for her father as well.
Su Aimin took it with a smile and ate it.
The scene of loving father and filial daughter made a middle-aged man at the next table smile involuntarily. The middle-aged man was wearing a Tang suit, which is rarely worn nowadays. He had an elegant and peaceful temperament, but the gleam in his eyes showed that he was no ordinary person.
He was sitting there alone, with a plate of boiled chicken in front of him. He withdrew his gaze and fixed his eyes on the plate of boiled chicken. He was so absent-minded that he didn't even notice that his chopsticks had fallen.
"Your chopsticks fell." Su Qingyun noticed it, glanced at his table, which was empty, and casually handed over a pair of chopsticks from his own table, "These are clean."
The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he still politely took it and said, "Thank you."
His Mandarin sounded a bit awkward, as if he hadn't spoken it for a long time.
"You're welcome." Su Qingyun smiled, not taking it to heart, turned around and continued eating.
The middle-aged man picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth, chewing and tasting it carefully. There was no fluctuation in his expression, but there was some emotion in his eyes. This taste was really something he hadn't tasted for a long time.
"Third Master!" A tall young man walked into the store, stood in front of the middle-aged man, and bowed his head respectfully.
"Sit down and talk slowly." The Third Master chewed slowly and said slowly, "Eat something with me."
"yes."
The young man sat down as he was told. In stark contrast to his muscular figure, he had a gentle and handsome appearance. There was a subtle hostility in his eyes. He looked like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, dangerous and charming.
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