Han Fei and Old Man Xu unloaded 100 meat buns and 100 scallion and pork rolls from the car.
"Boss, according to the contract, I will deliver scallions and cured pork to you every day from now on, but today is an exception. Even if it comes, you won't have time to cook it, so I will deliver ready-made steamed buns and twisted rolls to you instead."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up: "Is it the real deal?"
Han Fei chuckled and retorted, "Would my carriage contain pirated copies?"
The boss touched his forehead and chuckled foolishly: "I'm so confused, your truck isn't a tippler truck!"
The proprietress pulled out a megaphone: "I'm going to the park entrance to shout this right now!"
The boss pulled her back: "Honey, don't be impulsive, or you'll get beaten up by those security guards!"
"Hmph! They're selling counterfeit goods and they won't let anyone call them out? I need to spread the word that only we sell genuine products, otherwise customers won't come to buy from us at all!"
The proprietress was a very energetic and decisive person. When they arrived at the park entrance, she turned on the loudspeaker and announced, "Everyone, everyone, this vehicle is not the original one at all, it's fake! Our steamed bun shop has now obtained the recipe from the two old men, and from now on we will be selling authentic scallion and pork steamed buns!"
The security guard rushed over to chase people away, and the owner protected his wife as they ran. As they ran, the owner's wife shouted at the top of her lungs, "There are still 100 meat buns and 100 scallion and pork rolls in the shop. The earlier you come, the better. If you come late, you'll have to come early tomorrow! Hurry up, come with me to the shop to buy buns and rolls!"
Unaware customers exchanged bewildered glances. They had already been fooled yesterday, but some customers, still hoping to try their luck and find the old man's steamed buns, quickly followed him, calling out, "Wait for me!"
"Only 100? No way, I'll take them all!" An old man took off running, even faster than the young man in front of him.
The young man, after being overtaken, shouted, "Old man, how can you run so fast!"
The old man smiled proudly: "Before I retired, I was a national sprinter!"
Han Fei and Old Man Xu watched the play from across the street. When the play was over, they got into their car and went home.
Old Xu asked in bewilderment, "Old Han, didn't we agree that the recipe would cost 100,000? Why did you suddenly increase the cost of the meat bun recipe to 300,000?"
He was already puzzled in the store, but he didn't feel comfortable asking in front of strangers.
"I have thought it over carefully, and we will not be selling the meat bun recipe for the time being."
"You're raising the price to 300,000 so they'll give up and not buy the meat bun recipe?"
"Yes, if I said I only wanted to buy the recipe for scallion and pork steamed buns, my purpose would be too direct—that I want to be their supplier—and I might be rejected. So, by using the high price of the steamed bun recipe, I make them think that the reason the scallion and pork steamed buns are cheap is because I am the supplier, and that's why I'm giving them a discount. This will make them feel the urgency to place an order so as not to miss the opportunity."
"Old Han, you're so cunning!"
“We are the raw material supplier for scallion and pork flower rolls. Even if the recipe is leaked in the future, we will still make the profit. But if it is a meat bun recipe, we have no way to control the other party, and the meat bun recipe may be transferred to another party.”
"You mean the steamed bun shop will betray us? Your contract is so detailed, aren't they afraid of losing money to the point of bankruptcy?"
"It's possible that they were forced to close down, just like we had nowhere to park when we were selling steamed buns. They had no choice but to hand over the recipe, and the other party promised to help them lose money."
"Huh? There's such a thing!"
"Let's wait and see. I hope I'm overthinking it."
At that moment, inside the steamed bun shop, the old man picked up a bun, took a bite, and was instantly captivated. He waved his hand and exclaimed, "I'll buy them all! I'll take them all!"
The young man who arrived was panting: "Old man, please have mercy and spare two of us?"
The old man, carrying two large bags, didn't even turn his head: "Dream on!"
The young man burst into tears: "I can't even outrun an old man! It was all mine to begin with!"
The proprietress clicked her tongue in surprise: "Young man, how about we come early tomorrow?"
The young man wiped away a tear of bitterness: "Is it really happening tomorrow?"
"We don't have those meat buns, but our steamed buns are definitely authentic! Don't cry, I'll give you a chance to pre-order."
The boss did some mental calculations. The contract they signed with Grandpa Han stipulated that the materials they ordered each day should be enough to make 1,000 steamed buns.
"Really? I want 100! No, 200!" He was calculating whether his refrigerator could hold them all. He was determined to freeze them all, eat one every day, and if he couldn't buy any more, he could eat what he had stockpiled.
"Okay, you can pay half the deposit first." The proprietress saw customers arriving one after another at the door, only to be told by their husbands that the store was sold out and looking dejected. She lowered her voice and said to the young man, "Don't tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry, boss lady, I'm very tight-lipped!"
After persuading all the customers to leave, the proprietress and the proprietress drank tea together, finishing it in one gulp.
"Honey, I never expected that I could eat 100 meat buns and 100 steamed buns all by myself!"
"That's right, they sold out as soon as they opened! If it were my meat buns and steamed rolls, I could hardly sell 100 in a whole morning when business was good!"
"We've really met a benefactor!" The proprietress clasped her hands together in prayer. "I thought we were going to have to close down, but unexpectedly, things have taken a turn for the better!"
The boss, however, looked worried: "Tell me, why don't they do such a good business themselves?"
"It's because someone at the park is making things difficult! I've heard that the real owner of that fake vehicle is the park manager." The proprietress said with a gossipy look.
The boss said worriedly, "I'm just afraid..."
"What's there to be afraid of?" The proprietress put her hands on her hips. "We're open for business, we have all the necessary licenses, and the city management can't mess with us! Even if the park manager has connections everywhere, he can't bully us!"
Not two days after he said this, people from the Commerce Bureau arrived.
The steamed bun shop was shut down due to "hygiene" issues!
The proprietress stormed into the park, yelling, "You little bastard, you despicable thing! All you do is scheme behind people's backs! Come out here if you dare, or I'll beat you to death!"
The security guard, brandishing a baton, shouted: "You shrew, don't act tough here!"
The boss quickly stepped in front of his wife, saying, "Get your manager out here, we need to talk to him!"
The security team leader shook his head: "The manager isn't here."
"Honey, don't block me! Let me in! I refuse to believe he's not in the park. He's definitely here, he's just not looking for us! Let me break in! I refuse to believe anyone will stop me!"
The proprietress pulled out two cleavers for chopping pork from behind her: "Get out of my way, both of you!"
Seeing that things were going badly, the security team leader shouted, "Call the police! Call the police immediately!"
The boss snatched the knife from his wife's hand: "Don't call the police, let's leave now. My wife was just confused for a moment!"
"I'm not confused! I'm here to fight to the death! Cutting off someone's livelihood is like cutting off their life path. If he won't let me live, I won't let him have an easy time either!"
"Honey, stop it. The police will definitely help them when they come! Don't forget, you heard they have relatives in the park management office!"
The proprietress calmed down a bit, but her temper remained strong. She yelled, "I don't believe you can hide forever! Husband, let's go home first, and we'll come back to confront you tomorrow!"
The shop owner breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his steamed bun shop with his wife.
Old Xu drove over to deliver the goods, and when he saw the seal on the door of the steamed bun shop, he was completely dumbfounded.
Just then, the boss and his wife returned and began to pour out their grievances to Old Man Xu.
After figuring everything out, Old Xu couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Old Han had foreseen all of this!
Old Han is indeed a prophet; he's practically a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang!
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