Chapter 150 150. Sneaking fish
Song Tan knew that the yield of vegetables in his field would never be low, so he nodded:
“When the vegetables in the fields mature in large quantities, we will definitely have to find someone to buy them.”
Otherwise, I would go to the vegetable market every day, and I wouldn’t have the time or energy.
It will definitely be no problem to work from morning to night and produce a thousand catties of dishes. But the problem is that there is a lot of work at home. Now, doing it every other day is already the limit.
As for what price to say…
“Same price, twenty yuan per catty, buy one hundred catties and get one catty free.”
Vegetarian:…
Wholesale, but not complete wholesale.
He endured it for a while, and then asked aloud: "If you're like this, what's the difference between wholesale and our retail purchases?"
“It’s all the same.”
Song Tan said confidently: "It's still the same way to pick, and it's still the same way to deliver the goods. The cost on my side has not been reduced..."
As for whether there will be no vendors to buy it - just kidding, with the taste of this dish, you can go to any star hotel and charge 200 yuan per pound.
As long as someone can say no after trying it, Song Tan must respect the other person as a man.
The vegetable seller swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and now he didn't think about helping. He just carried his bag of bamboo shoots and sat back on the pony in the stall.
But I sat there thinking for a long time, and finally walked over angrily:
“Then I’ll wholesale for twenty yuan a pound, and I’ll have the final say on the market price. Do you think that’s okay?”
“Stop wholesale.”
Song Tan said sincerely:
“Although my family doesn’t have much land, the quality of the food is high. I come to the market to sell vegetables. I don’t say I don’t make money, I just want everyone to eat well...
“Honestly speaking, is twenty yuan cheap compared to the quality of my food?”
“If I sell it to you wholesale, I won’t be able to make a small difference in price. Secondly, everyone is familiar with the price of my food. If you want to increase the price, maybe you will make a fuss?”
Why bother?
But I am guarding the God of Wealth every day, and eventually I have to go back and stare at my ordinary little stall...Who is going to make up for this gap?
The vegetable seller looked at her with resentment: "Sister, last time I told you about renting a stall in the vegetable market, have you thought about it?"
Song Tan pondered: "It seems there is no need..."
Having just said this sentence, before I could expand on it, the vegetable vendor next door hurriedly said:
“If you don’t wholesale, you won’t wholesale. If you rent a stall, you will have a fixed place to build a reputation in the future.”
“Your products are good, and everyone in the vegetable market has vaguely heard about it. In the past few days, there are people setting up stalls at your place early in the morning, and they don’t care how good the sales are.”
“It’s obviously trying to improve your reputation. It’s not cost-effective for repeat customers to be deceived and to make you angry.”
He said sincerely: "The stalls in this vegetable market are really cheap, but they are a bit tight. If you have connections, you can go to a stable place and spend a small amount of money. It's really worth it."
“No matter how many vegetables you have to sell every day, I’ll drive there and sell them for you!”
"It's your stall. Leave me a small spot on the side. I can sell the vegetables I wholesale, okay?"
“Don’t worry, I won’t take away your reputation 100%. I will put the price on it when the time comes, and you can come and check it at any time.”
Song Tan was puzzled: "I think it's good for you to set up a stall here. It's cost-free. You can leave after selling out every day. You don't have to have a stall, right?"
As he was speaking, the tip of his nose suddenly felt cold. He looked up and saw that the curtain of the spring rain had already opened.
Smoke-like light rain fell softly, and the vegetable vendor wiped the tips of his wet hair and showed her the wet palms:
“I’m getting older and I don’t want to be exposed to the sun, rain, cold wind, etc.”
This is really doable.
Song Tan has had a good look at this vegetable seller's character during this period. Although he doesn't say how noble he is, what he says is indeed true. Moreover, as her family’s vegetable garden becomes more and more demanding, it is impossible for her to drive her car to the city every day to set up a stall.
But Song Tan was not willing to package all the vegetables to wholesalers.
But what the vegetable seller said really moved her.
"It's just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You have been setting up a stall for so long without waiting for a stall. How can I set it up all at once?"
“But I quite agree with your idea. If there is a place, we can discuss it.
While chatting, he sold all the few bamboo shoots in the carriage.
At this moment, I saw a familiar face looking around and approaching like a thief:
“Xiao Song, my ten catties of bamboo shoots.”
The person here quickly scanned the QR code to pay the bill, and the person here stretched out his hand and waited to receive his big bag.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh.
“Zhu Suo, are you concerned?”
The person who came was the director of the police station where she was arrested last time.
That illicit arrest was an unexpected fortune for Song Tan, but for the entire police station, it was simply unbearable to look back.
Only caught the wrong one once!
Every wallet was taken out, and it was silkier than that old washboard.
It’s heartbreaking enough to buy tea, but at least you can comfort yourself: spending such a big sum of money can last you a long time.
Unexpectedly, the grand scene of the vegetable market is witnessed by everyone. Starting from the last wave of milkvetch, everyone comes at different times every time, and buying vegetables is like a thief.
Zhu Suo held the bag in his hand and smiled bitterly: "You can't be careful! The last time Xiao Wu bought five kilograms of vetch from you, he didn't hide any of them, so he had to share them with everyone. ”
“You said this dish is so expensive, but even if a piece of this bamboo shoot shell falls off, I will feel distressed for a long time, but I can’t let those guys know about it.”
Song Tan suppressed laughter, lowered his voice, and said with the same thief attitude:
“Zhu Suo, you’d better leave quickly. I see that little brother Zhou in your office has already walked to the fruit stall now.”
“Is this considered fishing at work?”
Who has time to talk about fishing?
Zhu Suo was trembling in his heart. He carried a ten-pound plastic bag around and started a rigorous anti-tracking drill in this familiar vegetable market that looked like his doorstep.
Xiao Zhou also came over sneakily soon.
“Xiao Song, weigh three catties for me.”
He said and handed out another red banknote: "The unit is full of animals!"
“Also, Zhou Suo is too cunning. He bought it on the sly and made it into red oil bamboo shoots at home. When he went to work, he used a ziplock bag to seal a small package for himself—I just ate one and finished it!”
Isn’t this bullying them because they don’t know how to cook and are single?
Xiao Zhou said bitterly: "When I go home from rest, I will ask my mother to do it for me too!"
Of course, you have to keep an eye on it, otherwise the diced red bamboo shoots might be ready but not in your mouth.
Song Tan couldn’t help but express sympathy:
Her dishes are a little expensive but very delicious!
Touching the change that the vegetable seller had just given, she quickly pulled out forty yuan and handed it over.
As the plot requires, arrange for people to touch a fish, which is not something that can be touched in reality... Anyway, you know.
(End of this chapter)