Xu An felt fortunate that he could be of help in this lifetime.
After finishing all his work, Xu An closed the doors and windows of Store No. 2, returned to Store No. 1, and planned to lock the door and leave.
Just then, a commotion came from the neighboring store number three. Li Xindong, dressed in a different outfit, came out of store number three and bumped into Xu An.
Li Xindong was wearing a slightly yellowed white t-shirt with many stains on his upper body, a pair of high school uniform pants with the cuffs tucked into black socks, and a pair of green liberation shoes. He had used a strip of cloth to tie the shoes tightly from the sole to the upper several times, making him look exactly like a fisherman.
As you walk, you can see a bamboo fish basket tied behind you. At the bottom of the basket, in an inconspicuous place, are a few leaves, and in the middle of the leaves is a flat green fruit, which is a mangrove fruit called mangrove berries.
"Are you planning to go to sea?"
“Yes, after I finish delivering the boxed meals, I usually go to the beach to catch mudskippers. There are fishmongers who buy them, and the price is quite high.” Li Xindong said, then became a little embarrassed. Then, as if he had thought of something, he immediately added loudly, “I will wash my clothes before I come back, so I won’t get the shop dirty.”
Mudskipper?
These three words were like a sharp claw, tearing out a vague fragment from the depths of Xu An's memory.
As I recall, three years later, when I was a junior in college, I went home for the Spring Festival and heard from Uncle Dongliang and the others that the village had started raising mudskippers and the profits were quite good.
Mudskipper farming, mudflats, the mudflats in the southeast corner of Qianhai Town!
"Are you planning to go to that mudflat in the southeast corner of Qianhai Town?" Xu An asked tentatively.
“Yes.” Li Xindong nodded. “Originally, I arrested him in the north, but there are many people in those villages, and given my current situation, it's not good for the villagers to know.”
"I'll go with you to take a look," Xu An said excitedly.
Afterwards, Xu An locked the door of Store No. 1, rode his electric tricycle with Li Xindong and Li Xindong's bicycle on board, and headed towards the mudflats in the southeast corner of Qianhai Town.
Haiquan Beverage Company, mid-month marketing department meeting.
At the beginning of the month, at the meeting on August 1st, the marketing manager set an ambitious sales target of 100,000 cans for August.
It's mid-August now, half a month has passed, and we're only one can away from our ambitious goal of 100,000 cans.
This meeting was undoubtedly a critique session, questioning everyone why sales targets hadn't been met, where things went wrong, and why only 16,000 cans had been sold after half a month.
“You need to take what I say to heart and take this matter seriously! The company has spent hundreds of thousands on advertising; 100,000 cans is just the basic target. You haven't even reached the basic target…”
After rambling on for a while, Liu Tong couldn't help but yawn.
I'm so sleepy. I wish I could record a short clip on my phone. Listening to it when I can't sleep at night would be incredibly effective.
"Liu Tong, although your performance ranked first in the marketing department this month, the number one should bear the responsibility of the number one. You should be brave enough to step forward and take on greater responsibilities!"
Liu Tong, who was yawning halfway through, was suddenly called on. He quickly shut his mouth and pretended to listen attentively.
"I saw one of the fast food restaurants you manage on TV yesterday. Try to get in touch with them and ride their coattails for the next two weeks to sell 30,000 bottles of apple cider vinegar. You can do that, right?"
...
It's true that Xu's Fast Food Restaurant was on TV, but Haiquan Apple Cider Vinegar didn't appear in a single shot. What are they trying to gain attention for? Where do they get the nerve?
Although Liu Tong thought this way, what he said was, "Okay, I will contact Xu's Fast Food Restaurant as soon as possible and try to sell 30,000 cans by the end of the month!"
A round of enthusiastic applause immediately filled the conference room.
After the meeting ended, Liu Tong sat back down at his workstation and found that his QQ was shaking wildly, with the top profile picture being that of Xu's Fast Food Restaurant.
"Liu Tong, from now on, send over two hundred more cans every day."
Liu Tong read the message three or four times to make sure he wasn't mistaken; it was indeed a message from Xu's Fast Food Restaurant.
Two hundred more cans a day, that's three thousand cans in fifteen days.
Compared to 30,000 cans, this number is indeed a drop in the ocean, but every little bit helps!
Thinking about it carefully, it seems like I haven't been to Xu's Fast Food Restaurant in a long time. Why don't I go over tomorrow, catch up, chat, and strengthen our friendship?
"Alright, Mr. Xu, I'll put your order on the factory's shelves right away, and it'll be delivered on time tomorrow."
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