"The flavor you see is close to the original taste of beef, without any additives, it's all-natural."
Shen Shixun was also impressed by Rooney. He had only been in charge of making jerky during his stay, so how did he manage to produce so much?
Are you the boss?
"I guess so."
"Give me some."
"Could you give me some? How much?"
"one hundred."
Shen Shixun remembered that he sometimes wanted to eat dried meat in the ancient city, but he didn't have time to make it. He once met a vendor selling dried beef on the street and asked, "How much?"
The man glanced at him and said unhappily, "One hundred and twenty!"
In places like Saigon, beef and mutton can fetch exorbitant prices, and tourists are willing to spend money on them simply to have fun.
Tourists rarely put on too much of a show, so the Saigon residents who live a bit further out are quite good at making money. There are only a few peak tourist seasons a year, and the area is remote with not many options for tourists.
Tourists who want to eat it must buy it here. The dried meat is priced at 170 or 180 yuan per catty (approximately 500 grams) or 200 yuan per catty (approximately 100 grams), which is very common in Saigon.
When Shen Shixun said it was 110 jin, everyone was immediately shocked.
"Give me some..."
"Boss, I want one too!"
Shen Shixun didn't weigh it, but glanced at Rooney, who was chewing on jerky. He spoke in Gong language.
"Find a scale!"
He returned to Saigon to check on the farm he had funded, and before he could even settle in, he closed his first business deal.
Although it was a small business, they managed to sell all the beef jerky despite their busy schedule.
When he sold out, some tourists even added him on WeChat.
Wearing a baseball cap, one here, one there.
They want to create all sorts of creative ways to take photos against the same background.
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