"A fool wouldn't take the money if he could," the grilled cold noodle vendor said, reaching out to take the money. He then bent down and pulled out a bag of pre-packaged small potatoes from under his stall, saying in a lukewarm tone, "The fire has just been lit, you'll have to wait a bit."
"Okay, it's alright, Uncle, take your time, I'm not in a hurry." After saying that, the young man changed to a casual expression and started chatting with the grilled cold noodle owner: "Do you still sell these little potatoes from Hezibao?"
"Yes, what's this? Are you here today to pry into my business secrets?"
"How could that be?" Seeing the boss's wary look, the young man abandoned his indirect approach and went straight to the point: "Boss, you probably only earn eight hundred or a thousand yuan a day at most, right?"
"Hey, young man, you've got quite the big mouth!" The grilled cold noodle vendor said as he placed the small potato on the freshly heated steel plate. The icy potato made a sizzling sound as soon as it touched the scalding steel plate.
"Boss, your skills aren't difficult. Anyone who's willing to learn can master them in a few days. Even if the taste isn't as good as yours, earning three or five hundred yuan a day won't be a problem," the young man continued.
"So, you want to open a crispy rice crust and mini potato stall next to mine?" The grilled cold noodle owner's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"Boss, guess how many more days it will take before a second and a third stall selling crispy rice and small potatoes appears here?" The young man seemed oblivious to the displeasure on the grilled cold noodle owner's face and continued his relentless barrage of insults.
It's normal for street vendors to have fierce competition. Often, if one business is doing well, three or five identical businesses will pop up as soon as you turn your head. The grilled cold noodle vendor didn't expect to have an exclusive business, but it's rare to see someone as blatantly provocative as this young man.
"Hmph!" The grilled cold noodle vendor snorted, took out the five yuan he had just put in his pocket, threw it back into the young man's hand, and said angrily, "I'm not doing business with you anymore!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be angry, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
The young man quickly grabbed the grilled cold noodle vendor, no longer daring to talk nonsense, and explained his purpose in one breath.
"Boss, with your skill and my smooth talk, let's open a crispy potato training class together. You can teach them how to make crispy potatoes, and I'll sell them. We'll split the profits. Once we have a certain number of students, we can make money selling potatoes! We can sell these potatoes all over the country! Won't we make much more money than you selling from a street stall?"
"You have a farm that specializes in growing small potatoes? Are you here to promote your small potatoes?" The owner of the grilled cold noodles felt he had grasped the key point.
"I don't have a farm, I don't grow potatoes, and I'm not a salesman!"
"Then where did you get your little potato from?"
"Aren't there some over at Hezibao?"
"Neuropathy!"
"Hey, I'm not crazy, this method is absolutely foolproof, you have to trust me!"
"Could you please move aside? You're blocking my guest's way."
"Uncle, please listen to me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Oh! The plan is right here. Go back and think it over. I'll come back tomorrow!"
Watching the young man's departing figure, and then glancing down at the proposal that had been shoved into his hand, the grilled cold noodle shop owner initially intended to throw it away. But inexplicably, he rolled up the proposal and stuffed it into the bucket containing the small potatoes.
(End of this chapter)
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