Su Liuer looked at the silver in front of her. Five taels of silver! Which nouveau riche was going out to spend money and ruin her family that she ran into him?
"Sir, each person can only buy two bowls of our grass jelly honey per day. The price is written here." Su Liuer did not take the money, but pointed to the small wooden sign standing next to her, which she carved herself.
In addition to worrying that some people will catch a cold after eating too much grass jelly honey, limited sales are also a marketing method. For her, as long as all the products are sold out, the more people buy them, the better it will be for product promotion.
The middle-aged man who put down the silver took a look at the sign, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You are a businessman, and you are still unwilling to sell? You only sell others a bowl for two cents, and I am buying you a day's work with five taels of silver. Are you not satisfied? Are you thinking of raising the price? Young lady, I advise you not to be too greedy!"
Facing this person's ridicule and sneer, Su Liuer also smiled, her smile was kind and neither humble nor arrogant:
"My small business treats all customers the same. Reserving one bowl costs two cents, and two bowls costs three cents. If you don't want to reserve, there are people waiting behind you."
Today's grass jelly honey hadn't sold out yet, and there were quite a few people queuing up behind it. Someone immediately said, "That's right! The young lady is right. Don't think you're superior to us just because you have a few bucks! If you don't want to buy it, get out of the way!"
"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness!" The middle-aged man took the silver and walked away with a wave of his sleeves, very angry.
Su Liuer pretended nothing had happened and smiled at the uncle behind her, "How many bowls do you want?"
"One bowl! I'll order one for tomorrow, too! Can we charge three cents for both?"
Su Liuer smiled helplessly and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. If you buy it over two days, you have to pay for it separately. How about buying two bowls today?" If everyone followed this person, Su Liuer would be at a loss.
"Why are you so bothered by my little penny, young lady? You even gave up the five taels of silver just now!"
"Yes, I even forgot to charge five taels of silver just to give you guys a bite of something cool to eat in this hot weather. Uncle, please don't bother with me about this one penny."
"Haha! Chengcheng, here's four cents, one bowl today and one bowl tomorrow!"
Su Liuer's smile became even brighter. She took the money and served a bowl of grass jelly honey. She added a little bit of ice thorn ice powder so that the uncle with a big head of hair could eat it more coolly.
The little incident of five taels of silver made Su Liuer feel a little painful, but she didn't take it to heart. Such unexpected money is usually not accompanied by good things. She is currently running a small business, and she feels more at ease when she earns a penny at a time.
Su Liuer continued to sell one bowl or two at a time. If someone wanted to make a reservation for tomorrow, she would take the money and give them a small piece of paper. She also made a simple record in a small booklet next to it to avoid mistakes.
The second and third floors of the restaurant next to it are an inn. At this time, the window on the second floor is wide open, and a person is sitting next to it, looking at the stall below with great interest.
This is a noble young man in brocade clothes, gently fanning the folding fan in his hand, looking quite stylish.
"Old Zhou, five taels of silver can't even buy you some food, what's the point of me bringing you out?" He had a smile on his face, without any anger.
But Old Zhou next to him was already sweating profusely: "Sir, her way of doing business is unheard of. How about I try another way?" A fierce light flashed in his eyes. There were plenty of ways to deal with a small vendor.
The young man in brocade clothes chuckled softly, his cold eyes glancing aside: "Do you think I'm the kind of vulgar person who would use force against a weak woman?"
"I dare not! That's not what I meant!" Old Zhou knelt down on the spot.
"Hey, Qingfeng, go down and buy a bowl and bring it up." The young man in brocade clothes looked at the stall below again. Another young man beside him took the order and turned to leave the room.
Old Zhou, kneeling on the ground, lowered his head and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible. He could only wait until the young master was in a better mood before getting up.
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