I was a daigou in the 60s

Cheng Dayang was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He thought about how Xiao Dongqing kicked his family out a while ago because of their unreasonable behavior.

He was also injured, and the incident had become a laughing stock in the repair shop, which made him feel extremely ashamed.

All of this is Xiao Dongqing's fault!

"Try saying it again!"

Cheng Dayang roared.

However, Xiao Dongqing didn't take Cheng Dayang seriously at all.

I think he is just a simple-minded guy with strong limbs.

"Even if I say it ten or a hundred times, what difference will it make?"

He said calmly.

"Don't you feel like a ridiculous clown, making such a fuss here by yourself?"

Xiao Dongqing's voice was not loud, but it had unexpected power.

Cheng Dayang's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, as if his self-esteem had been severely trampled upon.

"Oh shit!"

Cheng Dayang clenched the hammer in his hand and said angrily.

"Are you tired of living?"

However, Xiao Dongqing did not show any fear, he just looked at the other party calmly.

At this time, two security guards were patrolling by. Cheng Dayang's hands stopped in the air, not daring to act rashly.

During the temple fair, the streets are crowded with people and the vendors’ stalls are one after another, making it very lively.

But the dense crowds also bring security risks, and the crime rate has also increased.

Therefore, the public security has increased patrols to ensure public order.

If you cause trouble at this time, not only will you be sent to the police station, but your stall may also be closed down.

No matter how impulsive he was, Cheng Dayang knew that he couldn't act rashly at this time.

But the words have been spoken. If I back down now, wouldn’t I be laughed at?

Not to mention there were so many eyes watching him! Cheng Dayang felt torn.

"Xiao Dongqing...if you don't apologize, I'm really going to take action!"

He wanted to save face by threatening.

Xiao Dongqing laughed in his heart. He had expected Cheng Dayang to have such a reaction.

He did not respond to Cheng Dayang's provocation, but turned to Liang Zheng and said.

"This pot is almost empty, let's prepare the next one."

Liang Zheng came to his senses and added a few pieces of stinky tofu into the wok.

Soon, the fragrance spread and attracted more people's attention.

"Xiao Dongqing! Do you take me seriously?"

Cheng Dayang became angry and embarrassed.

Xiao Dongqing still ignored it and focused on the work at hand.

Cheng Dayang's face turned red, like a jumping rooster, which made the onlookers laugh.

"What are you laughing at! Scatter!"

Cheng Dayang shouted loudly.

He glared at Xiao Dongqing fiercely.

Then he reluctantly put the hammer back on the stall and remained silent.

Liang Zheng's stinky tofu stall was crowded with customers.

In that era when there were not many entertainment options.

Anything that attracts attention will attract a large crowd.

The news that you can taste stinky tofu for free by just shouting a few advertising slogans quickly spread.

Many people go straight here after arriving at the Temple Fair Street, for fear of missing this rare opportunity.

"Liang Zheng, keep cooking!"

"Another batch!"

In less than two hours, the stinky tofu in the bucket was sold out.

Liang Zheng poured the last few pieces of stinky tofu into the wok and turned to Xiao Dongqing.

"Brother Dong, this is the last pot. Why are we giving it away for free?"

Xiao Dongqing smiled mysteriously and answered softly.

“Word of mouth.”

"With this reputation, will Boss Zhang buy into it?"

Liang Zheng asked.

"No one can predict the future, so let's close the shop for now."

Xiao Dongqing said this and started packing up.

Liang Zheng nodded, placed the iron bucket steadily on the tricycle, and secured it with a rope.

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from the side.

"Hey! Are you calling it a day? Xiao Dongqing, are you doing charity?"

"Haha, you're not cut out for business!"

Cheng Dayang squatted nearby and witnessed the whole process.

He saw that Xiao Dongqing not only did not accept the money, but was also very happy because of a few words of praise.

They even give away free stinky tofu when you take it away.

Isn't this a typical case of losing money to gain publicity?

Moreover, the rental of stalls in Temple Fair Street is not cheap.

Ten dollars a day for five consecutive days is not a small amount of money.

If Xiao Dongqing continues like this, the business will close down sooner or later!

Cheng Dayang snorted coldly and continued his hawking.

"Various tools and hardware are on sale!"

The next day, Xiao Dongqing and Liang Zheng returned to the stall with freshly made stinky tofu.

This time, they prepared thirteen pots, much more than before.

Xiao Dongqing took advantage of Liang Zheng's busy time.

He took out a piece of wood and quickly wrote down the new sales rules with chalk:

"Liangzi stinky tofu, five yuan per portion."

“Invite friends to buy together and enjoy a 50% discount. There is no limit on the number of people and the discount is unlimited.”

He also noted in small print:

After the first customer purchases at the original price, the friend they refer only needs to pay half price.

And this friend recommended other people.

It can also be purchased at half price, and so on, the price can be reduced to a very low level.

For customers, this is a good deal that is sure to make money!

A man wearing glasses asked curiously.

"Boss, is this promotion real? Just invite people to join a group purchase and you can get half price?"

Xiao Dongqing nodded in confirmation and explained.

"Yes, but please note that the total cost for everyone is still seven dollars and a half."

“You can divide the cost among your friends.”

The man with glasses showed surprise on his face and immediately turned around to look for his relatives and friends.

Soon, he brought back a group of people, who kept praising Liangzi stinky tofu.

"There were five of us, and five servings of stinky tofu only cost a little over nine yuan."

"On average, it's less than two yuan a box. It's cheap and delicious. Buy it quickly!"

When everyone heard this, they thought it was a good deal and took out their wallets.

The man with glasses was also happy to share the cost with everyone, as if he had gotten a huge bargain and was very satisfied.

At a market, there was a stall owner named Xiao Dongqing.

The stinky tofu he sells attracts a large number of customers because of its unique flavor and favorable price.

People have found that as the number of people increases, the unit price becomes cheaper.

So more and more people joined the buying team.

Some people even cleverly merge with others to form larger groups to get lower prices.

Faced with such a situation, Xiao Dongqing understood everything in his heart.

But he chose to remain silent and continued to sell his stinky tofu according to the rules.

As a result, a long line formed in front of his stall.

However, Cheng Dayang's hardware stall next door was deserted.

Cheng Dayang looked at his bleak business and finally couldn't help but get angry at Xiao Dongqing.

"Xiao Dongqing! Aren't you going too far?"

Xiao Dongqing responded with a frown.

"What do you want to say?"

"Who has ever seen a business like this? They deliver almost for free every day. Do you still want to make money?"

Cheng Dayang questioned.

"How I run my business is my business. What does it have to do with you?"

Xiao Dongqing said coldly.

"Of course it does matter!"

Cheng Dayang pointed at Xiao Dongqing's crowded stall and said.