I was a daigou in the 60s

To prevent dust from falling in, Liang Zheng covered the paper box containing stinky tofu with transparent plastic.

The temple fair street soon became lively.

A young man wearing glasses approached the stall and asked.

"Boss, are there any discounts today?"

Xiao Dongqing recognized him at a glance.

It was this person who spread the rumor yesterday that his stinky tofu used gutter oil.

"You still dare to come and buy?"

Xiao Dongqing sneered.

"Don't mention it. I came from the next village and I was hungry on the way and wanted to eat something."

"I ended up eating something dirty and was so angry that I said that.

Boss, don’t mind it.”

The man with glasses explained with a smile and handed Xiao Dongqing a cigarette.

Since the other party apologized, Xiao Dongqing didn't want to make a fuss and sold him a box of stinky tofu.

The man with glasses took a bite and was immediately conquered by the deliciousness, praising it repeatedly.

“That’s the taste, it’s delicious!”

This scene happened to be seen by a fat man.

Liang Zheng gently pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, walked forward and asked curiously.

"Is this Liangzi stinky tofu?"

"Yes, authentic Liangzi stinky tofu, suitable for people of all ages."

Liang Zheng responded enthusiastically.

At this moment, he was in an especially happy mood.

Although I have been making losses at the stall these two days.

But now that he had finally received his first income from the temple fair, Liang Zheng became unusually talkative.

The fat man simply nodded and spoke in a calm tone.

"Have some."

"okay!"

Liang Zheng replied and immediately put down the tools in his hands.

He removed the plastic cover and handed over a box of steaming stinky tofu.

"how much is it?"

the fat man asked.

"Two dollars a piece."

Liang Zheng replied.

The fat man picked up a piece of stinky tofu with a toothpick, looked at it carefully and asked.

"Six pieces of stinky tofu for only two yuan, what can you earn like that?"

“It’s just a small business that relies on hard work.”

Liang Zheng explained with a smile.

“So how many copies can you sell in a day?”

The fat man continued to ask.

"About ten pots, sixty dollars each."

“What about the profits?”

Liang Zheng smiled slightly and said jokingly.

"Well, keep this to yourself."

In fact, Xiao Dongqing knew very well that Liang Zheng’s net income was only 30 yuan a day.

Even if the daily turnover reaches two hundred yuan.

But the final profit was so small, obviously there was a problem with cost control.

The fat man's eyes were always focused on Liang Zheng.

He said expressionlessly after taking a bite of stinky tofu.

"From tomorrow on, you will still prepare according to the standard of ten pots."

"But just sell it to me, and I'll give you fifty dollars a day. How about that?"

"Fifty dollars?"

Liang Zheng was so surprised that he almost jumped up, his face full of incredible joy.

For him, it means working hard for more than ten hours every day.

I could only earn thirty yuan, and now suddenly someone is willing to pay fifty yuan. This is really great news.

More importantly, it means he no longer has to stand busy at the stall all day.

Just as Liang Zheng was about to agree, Xiao Dongqing immediately interrupted.

"No, this is not negotiable!"

The fat man frowned, obviously unhappy with the interruption.

Liang Zheng was also stunned and looked at Xiao Dongqing in confusion.

Xiao Dongqing ignored Liang Zheng's doubts and turned directly to the fat man.

"Our daily gross profit is a full 150 yuan. Do you think 50 yuan is enough?"

One hundred and fifty yuan?

The fat man frowned and asked in disbelief.

"The guy just now said he only makes ten pots of stinky tofu a day."

“Even if we sell them all, the revenue will only be 200 yuan.”

“How can you have such a huge profit?”

Xiao Dongqing smiled slightly, his tone firm.

"In the food industry, if you make less than half that, you're essentially losing money."

"You look like a businessman, so you should understand this, right?"

Liang Zheng was stunned.

Half the profit? That sounds incredible.

He worked hard all day and only earned thirty yuan in the end.

If the food industry is really so profitable, wouldn't everyone switch to this career?

The fat man's face became uglier and uglier, and Liang Zheng was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Humph!"

The fat man looked at Xiao Dongqing coldly for a while, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"Brother Dong..."

Liang Zheng said helplessly.

"How can we possibly earn 150 yuan a day? I'm content with 30 yuan a day."

"That man just now is obviously very rich."

"They're willing to buy it for fifty dollars. Why shouldn't we agree?"

Xiao Dongqing seemed a little helpless.

Although Liang Zheng now looks like he is blinded by money.

But in the future, he did successfully promote "Liangzi Stinky Tofu".

It just took him twenty years.

After experiencing countless ups and downs in the past twenty years, his personality has become more stable.

Xiao Dongqing doesn't have twenty years to wait, even two years would be too much.

He plans to make "Liangzi Stinky Tofu" famous within two months.

To achieve this goal, he put in several times more effort than an ordinary person.

Xiao Dongqing knew in his heart that the fat man was the person they were looking for, Zhang Hong.

If Liang Zheng easily sold the operating rights of stinky tofu to Zhang Hong for 60 yuan.

Then it will be extremely difficult to raise prices in the future.

Therefore, Xiao Dongqing deliberately raised the price to test the other party's sincerity and bottom line.

"Brother Dong, why don't you sell it to him?"

Liang Zheng asked in confusion.

Xiao Dongqing chuckled and replied.

"He is the target we are looking for."

Liang Zheng took a deep breath, his eyes full of surprise.

"Is that fat man Zhang Hong?"

he asked in disbelief.

Xiao Dongqing nodded with a smile on his face.

Liang Zheng felt a little scared.

Fortunately, Xiao Dongqing was present, otherwise he would have almost handed over the valuable management rights to someone else.

Fifty dollars may sound like a lot, but if you miss out on a bigger opportunity because of it, it would be a huge loss.

"Brother Xiao, how did you know?"

Liang Zheng asked curiously, his eyes full of admiration.

Xiao Dongqing smiled slightly and said mysteriously.

“That’s my business instinct.”

Once upon a time, Xiao Dongqing experienced a thrilling battle in the business world.

At that time, almost the entire Chinese business community was caught up in this financial crisis.

Afterwards, Xiao Dongqing took the opportunity to open the purchasing system.

Sure enough, someone in the system posted a task to purchase aluminum thermos.

【Purchasing mission】

[Party A: A Thousand Years of Waiting]

[Purchase item: Peony stamps?]

【Required quantity: 1 set】

【Total price：】

【20% rebate for purchasing on behalf of others】

【The principal will be returned at the same time after the purchase is completed】

[Note: Party A's payment is withheld by the system to maintain system operation]

[Do you accept the task?]

Anyone who has money but doesn't make it is a fool. Xiao Dongqing didn't say anything and just clicked to accept.

【accept】

[Task has been accepted, no time limit]

A thousand years of waiting: "Urgent online, who has the Peony stamps? High price."

Hua Kai Fu Gui: "That is of great collection value, most people can't get it."

Old Boy: "Yeah, now you can't buy this even if you have money. Why don't you ask AAA professional purchasing agent?"

AAA professional purchasing agent: "Here I am, I will try my best."

Xiao Dongqing didn't dare to make a guarantee, after all, this was a limited edition.

A Thousand Years of Waiting: "Okay, please, thank you in advance, I'll transfer the deposit to you."

AAA professional purchasing agent: "Don't worry, I don't even know if I can get it."

A thousand years of waiting: "It's okay, put it away first."

After chatting for a few minutes, Xiao Dongqing left the purchasing group.

There is no time limit anyway, so you can take your time.

At this moment, Xiao Dongqing had a bigger plan in mind.

He planned to capitalize on Zhang Hong's interest and push the "Liangzi Stinky Tofu" brand to new heights.

“Freshly baked stinky tofu, cheap!”

His shouts echoed in the market.

When stinky tofu returned to its original price, sales did decline.

After the whole morning, Xiao Dongqing only sold six pots.

However, compared with the surrounding stalls, his business still seems to be particularly prosperous.

"Brother Dong, we made twenty dollars this morning."

"There are still four pots left. I think they will all be sold out before tonight."

Liang Zheng said happily.

In the past, he always sold stinky tofu in the farmers' market in obscurity, relying entirely on luck.