But this time he miscalculated. Zhao Xian and Zhao Xiaoshan left without looking back. They were about to cross the street to a large hotel across the street.
Manager Jiang quickly chased after them, and seeing that they showed no sign of turning back, he called out.
"Don't rush off, let's talk some more."
Zhao Xian seemed not to hear him, and walked straight across the street toward the hotel.
Manager Jiang was filled with regret. He had used a little trick to get a business that was offered to him, and the customer had simply walked away. He had no chance left.
The hotel across the street is called Yuelai Hotel. It's a fairly large-scale business, and its clientele is mostly mainstream, so it's always been quite successful.
However, recently, the business development of Yuelai Hotel has encountered a bottleneck, and the hotel's operation has been lukewarm. He is preparing to change the business strategy and launch signature dishes, but he has not yet found a breakthrough.
He was standing at the shop entrance, contemplating business matters, when he saw two men who looked like country bumpkins come out of Juxianlou and cross the street toward him. The owner of Juxianlou was calling out to them from behind, but the two men ignored him, which caught his attention.
The two went straight into his hotel, and he followed them inside.
"Hey guys, are you here to eat?"
"Are you the owner of this restaurant?" Zhao Xian asked.
"My surname is He, and I'm the manager of this restaurant. What can I do for you two young men?" Manager He had already noticed the vegetable jar in Zhao Xiaoshan's hand, which was emitting a peculiar fragrance. He wondered what was inside.
"So it's Manager He. We run a kimchi business. We wonder if you'd be interested in this kind of kimchi."
"Pickled vegetables." Manager He had vaguely heard that a kind of pickled vegetable had appeared in the town and was very delicious, but he didn't take it to heart.
Hearing the two country folks talking about pickled vegetables, he immediately became interested.
"What does kimchi look like? Can I see it?"
Zhao Xiaoshan immediately filled a bowl with some pickled vegetables and handed it to Manager He. Manager He took the pickled vegetables, looked them over, and began to taste them.
The kimchi was sweet and sour, refreshing, and had an excellent taste; he had never eaten a similar vegetable before.
His brows gradually relaxed; he seemed to have found a way to break the deadlock.
"Young men, please wait a moment, I'll be right back." Manager He carried the bowl of pickled vegetables to the kitchen.
Manager He must have gone to discuss something, so he and Zhao Xiaoshan had no choice but to sit down and wait.
A moment later, Manager He came over with a big smile on his face.
"Hey guys, how much of this kimchi can you provide per day, and what's the price?"
"Due to the limited availability of raw materials, this type of kimchi cannot be produced in large quantities. At most, 200 catties can be provided per day, and the price is 18 wen per catty."
"That should be enough. When can you supply the goods?" Manager He asked, both excited and eager.
"We can deliver tomorrow. If you need to increase the supply, you'll have to wait for other vegetables that can be used to make kimchi to come into the market."
"Okay, we'll discuss it further if you need to increase the supply in the future. May I ask your name, sir?"
“Zhao Xian from Shuixian Village, this is my third brother Zhao Xiaoshan.”
"Okay, Mr. Zhao, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."
Looking at the excited shopkeeper He, Zhao Xian was a little confused. Although his hotel was not small, it didn't take more than 200 catties of kimchi a day.
Manager He seemed to sense Zhao Xian's question and smiled as he spoke.
"Mr. Zhao, to be honest, our hotel definitely doesn't need that many kimchi. There's a mine and a dock in Yingkou Town, where more than two thousand people work as laborers year-round."
That's why a large food stall market has formed there, and business is booming.
People who do manual labor need to eat more salt. Fine salt and refined salt are too expensive in the market, so even street food stalls are reluctant to use them. They use coarse salt, but if they use too little, it won't be salty, and if they use too much, it will be bitter and astringent.
The chef and I just tasted the kimchi. It's made with high-quality salt and various seasonings, so the cost must be high. It's 18 coins per pound, which is perfectly acceptable to us.
I plan to package the kimchi into small portions and sell them to food stalls, who will then sell them to the people eating there. Those who do manual labor will definitely like it.
As the weather gets warmer, the demand for kimchi will increase. Once people start to like kimchi, selling several hundred kilograms a day will be no problem.
Manager He became more and more excited as he spoke, which made Zhao Xian a little worried.
"Manager He's analysis makes a lot of sense. Aren't you afraid that someone will try to steal your ideas from you by revealing them all?"
"Of course I wouldn't say that to my colleagues. We'll be partners from now on, so we should be honest with each other. I believe we'll have even greater opportunities for cooperation in the future."
Zhao Xian nodded. With Manager He as a partner, his pickled vegetables would have a stable market.
After the two left the Yuelai Hotel, Zhao Xiaoshan could not contain his excitement.
"Brother, this is great! I didn't expect kimchi to be so popular. One hotel ate all of our remaining 200 jin of kimchi. Now we have nothing to worry about."
"Yes, I really didn't know Yingkou Town had such a big market. I guess we'll have to expand production soon. Even producing 500 jin a day won't be enough to sell."
"Brother, everything's done. What do we do now?" Zhao Xiaoshan asked.
"Of course, let's take care of our stomachs first. Let's go eat noodles, and then go home."
Just as Zhao Xiangan finished speaking, a voice came from behind him.
"Please wait a moment, sir. Could we talk in the shop?"
Zhao Xian turned around and saw that it was the manager of Juxianlou Restaurant.
"Shopkeeper, if you have something to say, just say it here," Zhao Xian said coldly.
"It's about the kimchi, of course. I'll make some concessions. What do you think?" Manager Jiang was no longer as indifferent as before.
Zhao Xian didn't want to waste any more words with him and spoke coldly.
"The Yuelai Hotel has already reached a deal with us, and Manager He has bought all the kimchi I produce. There is no need for us to negotiate any further."
"You bought them all. How much does he need each day?" Manager Jiang was taken aback.
"This seems to involve trade secrets. You shouldn't ask these questions. If you want to know, you can ask Manager He. If you need kimchi, you can go directly to him. Maybe he can supply it to you. If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now."
After Zhao Xian finished speaking, he strode forward with Zhao Xiaoshan, leaving Boss Jiang looking completely bewildered.
The two went to the noodle shop and ordered two bowls of mutton noodles. He told Zhao Xiaoshan to wait while he left.
He arrived at a remote place and bought a lot of kimchi seasoning from the system, which should last him for a few days.
His family had worked very hard these past few days, and he felt he had to treat them. With that in mind, he bought some meat and vegetables.
When he returned to the noodle shop, two large bowls of steaming hot mutton noodles had already been served.
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