He Dahua was amused. "Luckily you got there in time, otherwise I really couldn't defeat them alone. But then again, you're really amazing. One against three, you pinned those three down so hard they couldn't move a muscle."
Zhou Sese waved her hand indifferently, "Sprinkle some water, three more, I will beat you the same way."
He Dahua laughed so hard that her mouth couldn't close. "I underestimated you. You came back from the mine and came to my house to see me?"
Zhou Sese nodded.
Then he got down to business, "I'm going to the mine today..."
Finished.
Zhou Sese waited to see He Dahua's reaction.
He Dahua clasped her hands together tightly, a mixture of expectation and hesitation. "Do you really think I can do this? I... I've never done business before. I'm afraid I can't do it. I can't even steam buns that look good..."
But he clearly didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Zhou Sese patted He Dahua's hand. "It doesn't matter if it looks good or not, as long as it tastes good and is filling. If you really want to do it, you can steam two pots of steamed buns and go with me tomorrow. Even if we can't sell them, it's the same for us to eat them when we come back. What do you think?"
He Dahua's eyes lit up.
Nodding continuously.
She looked at Zhou Sese with a slightly awkward smile, "I didn't expect that you would still think of me making money together."
She had never thought about selling the steamed buns she made for money.
Before today, this matter seemed like a fairy tale to her.
Since she was a child, she had never seen many women go out to do business.
Whether they are the ones who run a shop outside or the peddlers who sell goods with a shoulder pole, they are all men.
It is only in recent years that there are a few more female sales clerks in supply and marketing cooperatives, department stores, and clothing stores, but they still receive the same salary as men.
Think of this.
He Dahua felt itchy in her heart.
Seems eager to try.
She carefully calculated the accounts with Zhou Sese and said, "That is to say, one pound of wheat is 1.3 cents now, one pound of wheat can be ground into 8 taels of flour, and 8 taels of flour can make four large steamed buns. The cost price is equivalent to 3.2 cents. Do you think it's okay for me to sell a steamed bun for 4 cents?"
Zhou Sese scratched his hair and said, "The steamed buns in the mining area were five cents each before today, but starting today, they have become six cents each. If you sell them for four cents each, you are maliciously disrupting their market. I don't think that's a good idea."
In the market, there are indeed many businesses that like to engage in price wars, attempting to use price differences to gain their own comparative advantages.
This is indeed the simplest, most intuitive and most effective method in the short term, but it is not a long-term solution.
After all, as long as there is room for cost reduction, everyone will rush to reduce costs, and in the end, both sides will suffer.
A more extreme result would be that other businesses would gang up on the company and eventually cause it to go bankrupt.
He Dahua asked hurriedly, "What should I do then? Should I also charge 5 cents each? But I'm making 1.8 cents off a single steamed bun. I really feel bad about it. After all, those people working in the mines are risking their lives to earn money."
Zhou Sese's fingers tapped on the table intermittently.
As I kept knocking, I came up with an idea.
Zhou Sese suggested to He Dahua, "Since we are outside merchants and it is not easy for us to focus on price, then we should unify the price and focus on quality.
Others can make four steamed buns from one pound of wheat, so we can make three and a half, or three, and control the cost price of one steamed bun to around three and a half cents. You make one and a half cents, and if you can sell one hundred steamed buns a day, you can make one dollar and fifty cents, or forty-five cents a month."
Zhou Sese counted on her fingers.
He Dahua was grinning from ear to ear.
Shaking Zhou Sese's arm, he said, "Don't say it for now, don't say it for now. It makes me feel so itchy. I even feel like I've touched a lot of money. Hehehe."
Zhou Sese stood up and said, "In that case, I'll go back first. Diandian is still waiting for me at home."
He Dahua sent Zhou Sese to the door of her house and said seriously, "Zhou Sese, thank you."
Zhou Sese smiled and waved, "Go back."
Zhou Sese is on her way home.
I met a few military wives, and they were holding hands and going to the political commissar's house to deliver a letter of apology.
Seeing Zhou Sese, several people glanced at her in unison, then lowered their heads and walked quickly along the wall.
Zhou Sese was in a better mood and hummed a little tune.
Wait for her to walk over with a swagger.
Only then did the military wives stop.
Gritting teeth.
Looking at Zhou Sese's back indignantly.
He muttered softly.
"Today, this bitch really made a fool of herself!"
"I got slapped by my husband when I got home. It was all because of her."
"She was the one who hit someone first, but in the end she was the only one who didn't get punished."
"Have you noticed? This little bitch has suddenly become eloquent."
"It's like he's been possessed by a ghost. He's become a completely different person."
Guan Tingting took the letter of apology written by Huang Wei and gritted her teeth. After all, among those punished today, her man had the highest position.
After returning home, he inevitably had a fight with Huang Wei and was slapped twice.
But Huang Wei was still a human being. He hit her butt. If he had hit her face so that she couldn't see anyone, she would at least have scratched Huang Wei until he bled.
now.
Seeing that little bitch looking so smug.
Guan Tingting was so angry that she wanted to skin her alive.
But now that little bitch is difficult to deal with. She coughed and said, "Stop looking at it and quickly send the letter of apology to the political commissar."
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