"How much is this?" The meat was cut into large pieces and hung on hooks in different categories. Liu Qinghuan pointed to one of the pieces of pork belly.
"Twelve cents a pound, how much do you want, young lady?" The butcher sharpened his knife and took the piece of meat that Liu Qinghuan pointed at from the hook.
"Just one pound."
Hearing this, the butcher raised his knife and weighed it: "There is half an ounce more, so I'll just give it to you, young lady."
"Thank you, uncle." Liu Qinghuan smiled at the butcher and handed him twelve cents.
"Hehe, come and buy from me next time." The butcher already had a face full of flesh, and this smile made him even more frightening.
He swiftly wrapped it in oil paper for Liu Qinghuan and handed it to her, "Goodbye, little girl."
Liu Qinghuan was about to move when he remembered something: "Uncle, do you know where I can find someone to help me write?"
Liu Qinghuan thought the man in front of him looked fierce, but he was quite capable. When the restaurant started running, he would inevitably need to import a lot of meat, so he was happy to talk to the butcher and get to know him so that they could discuss business in the future.
"Writing? Little girl, are you going to write a letter?"
"No, our restaurant is hiring waiters. Everyone in my family can only read a few characters and can't hold a pen, so we want someone to write a notice."
The butcher laughed and said, "There's no need to write a notice for something like this. Few people can read, so it's useless to write one and hang it outside the door. Besides, people either rely on referrals or go to brokers to find them. There are still many people outside the brokerages who can't afford the brokerage fees and are waiting for clients."
After hearing this, Liu Qinghuan realized how stupid a mistake he had made.
How could we forget that there were talent markets in ancient times?
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