Chapter 111 [111] Ms. Zhang Lancao, you are excellent! ...
The mother and daughter called each other twice a day, so Tang Yuanyuan didn't feel sad at all because of missing her mother. She stayed by the public phone on time every day, as if her mother was still in her life every day.
In order to expand the market, Zhang Lancao went to Jiangxi Province, which is close to Shanghai and has a developed economy. If the market is developed, the business volume this year can increase fivefold.
But the chili sauce has not been well received here. For half a month, there has been no progress. A truckload of goods is still sitting in the warehouse, hardly moved.
Similarly, many grocery stores are still unwilling to try selling products for free first.
"What's so special about chili sauce? Ordinary people can make pickled chili peppers themselves."
"It's only 50 cents a bottle, which is enough for a meal."
Liu Cuilan, who came with Zhang Lancao to develop the market, said: "Mr. Zhang, you see, the owners of these grocery stores can't accept it, let alone the customers. I've asked, and the women here all know how to pickle pickles, but it seems that few people will buy them. In fact, we are already doing very well in Shanghai." Isn't there any need to come here to suffer?
In the Shanghai Stock Exchange, foreigners have already made their name known, and wholesalers can just buy directly from them.
Zhang Lancao shook her head and said, "What's wrong with knowing how to pickle vegetables? Women in our country are all women who know how to make a living. How many of them don't know how to pickle vegetables? If it can be sold in Shanghai, it can be sold here."
Liu Cuilan said, "But no one wants to sell our chili sauce now."
Zhang Lancao: "If no one wants to sell it, I'll sell it myself."
"Ah?" Liu Cuilan was surprised: "We open a grocery store? How much can we sell from this?" It will take forever to sell all the goods on this truck.
Zhang Lancao: "Opening a grocery store certainly won't make a splash. If we're going to open one, let's open a big one. There's no self-service market for grains and oils here, so let's open one ourselves. We'll make it big enough to attract everyone's attention, and their eyes will naturally fall on our chili sauce."
Liu Cuilan: "How much money will this cost? Besides, if it can't be opened, the risk is too great."
When doing business, if you only think about the risks, you will never make money.
Zhang Lancao personally went to the center of the provincial capital, Nanshi, and enclosed an area of 500 square meters to build a market. Liu Cuilan wiped the sweat from her face as she watched the large sums of money being spent every day, from compensation to residents to building houses.
This way of spending money is beyond Zhang Lancao's wealth, and she is worried that she will lose her job.
Will you be unable to pay salaries in the future?
"Mr. Zhang, the Shanghai Stock Exchange is quite profitable. Plenty of money is coming in every day. Why do you have to sell here?"
If it were her, she would just be counting her money in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. It would be unwise to spend all the hard-earned money on this.
Zhang Lancao didn't think the risk was big. She recalled that when the self-service grain and oil market in Shanghai first opened, there was a queue that lasted for a whole month.
Since she is a consumer, she is also willing to buy there, and people in Nanshi are no exception.
She can open up the market for chili sauce and earn another big market at the same time. With such a good opportunity, is she going to wait for others to develop it?
She just said calmly: "I think it's worth a gamble. The chances of winning are very good."
Liu Cuilan clenched the financial bill in her hand and thought to herself, otherwise he is the boss. If it were her, she would not be willing to risk her life and property even if she felt she had a chance of winning.
She couldn't even sleep well.
Zhang Lancao first asked someone to make a big sign with the words "Self-selection of Grain and Oil Market" written on it. People were curious about what this meant and what self-selection meant.
Put the samples of goods on display, put price tags on them and clearly mark the prices, and you can choose freely.
At this time, the smaller forms of goods sales were grocery stores, and the larger ones were wholesale markets. Basically, the boss would give you whatever you wanted. Naturally, the categories of goods in grocery stores would not be very complete, and there would be fewer choices.
If you are cheated, you can only accept it.
The one who smelled the scent before the customers was the grain and oil wholesaler. Before, Zhang Lancao went to their door to look for them and even refused to treat them to a meal to sell their goods. Now, he came to them with a licking face and used the excuse of getting chili sauce to repair the relationship, hoping to have a chance to enter the free market.
As soon as I entered the office, I found that other bosses had the same idea. I suddenly felt that I couldn’t even look at the box I was going to take, so I decided to take dozens of boxes.
Zhang Lancao hung a banner outside early with the opening time written on it. On the opening day, eggs were 1.3 yuan per pound. The market price of eggs at that time was 1.5 yuan per pound. Although it was only 20 cents cheaper, ordinary people had never seen such a price.
This kind of impact is irresistible to ordinary people. Everyone is rushing to buy eggs. Eggs are cheap. Everything in this grain and oil market is very cheap. Of course, you have to go and see it.
When the self-service grain and oil market opened, long queues formed before dawn. Zhang Lancao had been prepared in advance and directed people to limit the flow of people and let them in slowly to ensure that customers could make good choices in the store.
Ordinary people at this time may not have money, but everyone has time. The more people there are in line, the more willing they are to come and see and join in the fun.
People who visited the market were not disappointed. First of all, it was very big and all the goods were on display. The samples were neatly placed on the sample display stand for selection. If you wanted the best rice, they had it. If you wanted the cheapest rice, they had it too, and it was even cheaper than in grocery stores.
But who would want cheap, inferior rice when seeing long, white, fragrant rice? As long as it's not too difficult, everyone wants to buy good rice.
This chili sauce is 50 cents a bottle and looks delicious. It’s from Shanghai. Why not buy a bottle and try it?
You can choose any piece of pork you want. If you go to other places to buy meat, the butcher will give you lean meat. Here you can choose freely, and the price of pure lean meat can be cheaper.
When shopping here, you are the master, instead of being arranged by others in a supply and marketing cooperative.
After paying the bills, the common people came out with smiles on their faces. They felt comfortable shopping here and recommended it one after another. The self-service grain and oil store became a hot topic after word of mouth.
Amidst the noise, Zhang Lancao waited by the public phone to call Tang Yuanyuan.
"Mom, have you sold your chili sauce?"
"It's sold out!" Zhang Lancao smiled as she looked at the endless line. "From today on, everyone in Nan City knows about this chili sauce from the outsider!"
She is different from other mothers. She is not the kind of parent who only reports good news and not bad news. Most of the time, Zhang Lancao and Tang Yuanyuan get along like friends. When she encounters difficulties, she will tell her daughter directly, and her daughter can sometimes give her advice.
"There are more than a thousand people queuing here right now. Business is no worse than in Shanghai. The queues are estimated to last a month."
"I'll let you hear how noisy the scene is."
Zhang Lancao took the receiver out of the phone booth. Even though she couldn't see it, it was good to feel it. This was the first time she had made such a big scene, and her blood was full of excitement!
She wanted her daughter to know and feel this scene.
There was a burst of noisy voices coming from the receiver. Tang Yuanyuan held the receiver with great pride, and her fingers unconsciously wrapped around the phone cord.
Her mother is amazing!
"Ms. Zhang Lancao, you are excellent!"
With her mother being so capable, Tang Yuanyuan also feels the urge to make money.
"Why are you selling flowers? Have you spent all the money your mom left for you? I still have some," Hu Yue said as he took out all the money in his pocket. "I'll give it all to you. I'll ask my mom for more when I get home tonight."
Tang Yuanyuan wasn't short of money at all. Her mother simply gave her a passbook and said, "I'm not short of money. I just want to experience the feeling of making money. Do you understand?"
Her mother was very excited, she also wanted to know what it felt like.
The fat and white Hu Yue didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from liking to chase after Tang Yuanyuan since he was a child. The worst that could happen was that he would lose a little pocket money. "So when are we going to sell it?"
"Saturday."
In this day and age, studying is not so intense. Everyone plays on weekends. Even if they learn something, at most they learn one or two musical instruments, which only takes a few hours. They don't study all day long. Life is still rich and varied. Tang Yuanyuan's grades are among the best, so he doesn't need to work overtime on weekends.
There are always little girls selling flowers in developed areas. When they see couples, they will directly stuff flowers into the girl's clothes or hands. Even if the other party insists on returning them, they will not take them until the other party is willing to pay. In addition, if you give her the whole money, she will not give you the change, but directly exchange it for the corresponding flowers for you.
Tang Yuanyuan didn't like selling it this way, so he didn't sell a single one in two hours and his business was very bad.
Hu Yue was already losing patience: "Let's pack up and go eat. We can take this home and set it up."
Tang Yuanyuan shook her head. The flowers had to be sold, but not in this way.
At this time, a lady dressed in beautiful Lolita and holding a flower-shaped handbag was welcomed into the Peace Hotel by the doorman.
Tang Yuanyuan: "I have a solution, just wait."
She first went to the grocery store and bought a few handmade straw flower baskets. She cut the flowers at different heights and inserted them into the baskets. It was like holding a small garden in her hands.
She went to a clothing store and bought a Lolita princess dress. She dressed herself up as the little flower girl in Western oil paintings, and put on a wide brim hat on her head.
"Do you still recognize me?!"
Hu Yue opened his mouth slightly: "You look like a Western princess like this."
Tang Yuanyuan raised her orchid finger and spun it in a circle, holding the flower basket very elegantly: "The authentic daughter of the director of the chili pepper factory, a real princess, okay!"
She pointed at the Peace Hotel and said, "Let's go sell flowers there."
Hu Yue: “…” Can they let me in?
But he was used to following orders with a basket of flowers: "I didn't expect you would have a ladylike day."
Tang Yuanyuan flexed her wrists and almost punched him.
The doorman stopped Tang Yuanyuan and said, "Sorry, classmate, you are not allowed to sell flowers here."
Tang Yuanyuan smiled slightly: "You mean, I can't come here to eat because I have flowers? Where is the rule here that says so?"
The doorman was speechless. Tang Yuanyuan didn't wait for him to express his doubts and had already taken out the money: "This princess can afford it."
As he said that, he threw a dollar into his pocket as a tip.
The doorman bowed and extended his hand: "Welcome, little classmate."
He was stupid. How could a florist afford to wear such a gorgeous dress?!
Although he didn't understand why a child from a rich family came to sell flowers, the tip was real, so why should he care about it.
Tang Yuanyuan's slender fingertips were hooked with a beautiful flower basket. The beautiful flowers complemented her Lolita, as if the beautiful Lady of the Camellias in a Western oil painting had walked out. She chose a conspicuous seat and sat down, filling the marble table with flower baskets, which was really eye-catching.
Mrs. Shen's eyes fell on the flower baskets, which seemed to go better with the steak. Old Mr. Shen naturally noticed it and told his youngest son: "Xiao Yu, buy a basket for your mother."
The young man stood up with a fresh and innocent look and walked to the table: "Hello, are you selling your flowers?"
Although he had just heard the conversation between the doorman and her, he still asked politely.
"Yes, but it's ten dollars a basket."
"good."
The boy took out his wallet from the pocket of his white shirt and pulled out a brand new, hard banknote.
Tang Yuanyuan played with the paper and pen and smiled. Her mother was right. It was not a good business to take advantage of the situation. After changing the packaging location, the flowers became more expensive.
Those sitting here are either rich or noble. People outside can barely afford to eat meat every meal. Here, a cup of coffee or soda costs ten yuan, and a whole meal costs one hundred or eighty yuan.
Especially those couples who really need some style, more than ten flower baskets were sold out quickly.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
