The modern fortune-telling history of a small shopkeeper

That's how they sold things?

Qiao Mingyong's eyes widened, and he had to look at this little cousin with admiration. A person who usually doesn't have much to say, once he started selling things, he spoke clearly and logically.Relying on his height, Qiao Mingyong put his hand on his little cousin's shoulder, and said, "Okay, you, I can't tell, you are so good at business."

"Learn more and sell more. It's not difficult to do business." Qiao Minglang smiled, but he only sold a few fish balls. He has sold more things. As long as the goods are good, no one is afraid that no one will buy them.

Doing business is all about integrity. You must never deceive people. Integrity is the foundation of your foothold. If you deceive people once, no one will buy from you next time. Doing business is all about long-term, so you can keep doing it .

This is the first day they have come out to do business, and when more people buy from them in the future, knowing that their products are good and the business opens, more people will naturally come to buy from them.

"Hey, how did you hit the scale just now?" Qiao Mingyong saw that his little cousin was good at the scale just now, so he picked up the scale and looked around. : "How do I use this thing? Tell me about it."

"This is very simple. Look, here is one tael, and here is one catty..." Qiao Minglang picked up the scale and told his cousin how to use this scale.

Hearing what his cousin said, Qiao Mingyong tried it out, but the hanging weight kept sliding down, and he couldn't grasp the essentials, so he felt it was too difficult, "Oh, why does this thing keep sliding down."

"It's not difficult, you can weigh it twice in a while."

"Okay, let me weigh you later."

While the two were talking, someone passed by their stall and asked how they sold their fish balls.Qiao Minglang quoted a price, picked up a fish ball and broke it in half, saying that he could taste it before buying it, if he thought it was good, he would buy it, and it didn't matter if he didn't buy it.

"Well, it's good."

"good."

"Give me a few."

Passers-by who passed by their stall, some tasted it and bought it if they thought it was good, and some simply tasted it, and left without buying it because it was too expensive.

"It's delicious, come back next time." The smile on Qiao Minglang's face did not change, making people come back again.

Qiao Mingyong had never sold anything before, so he was a little embarrassed to open his mouth, so he helped pack bags and hand things over to collect money.

"Abba, Abba, we are here." They arrived for a while, Qiao Mingyong saw his father coming with a load, and rushed to meet him.

Uncle Qiao came here on foot, so he was a little slower when he got to the town.

Looking for it with a burden, Uncle Qiao saw that his son and nephew were already setting up a stall to sell things, and a lot of fish balls weighing more than ten catties had been sold, "Okay, you guys, I'll sell them before I come. gone."

"It's sold by Minglang, and I didn't do much to help you. Dad, why did you come here so long? We've been here for a long time." Seeing his father coming, Qiao Mingyong hurriedly stepped forward to help put down the burden and placed it on the table. They sell tofu on the side of the stall.

"Dad, put it down quickly, there is still a vacancy here, let's sell it here."

"Your father and I have two legs, can they be as fast as your two wheels?" Uncle Qiao walked to the point where both legs were about to break, and his son dared to dislike him for his slow walking. He wanted to beat his son violently. pause.

"You're not ashamed of yourself. Bai has grown to be as tall as Qingming, so he might as well not be as good as Qingming."

Uncle Qiao was heartbroken when he heard that his nephew sold everything.Seeing that his son is so big, he is not as good as his nephew. If it wasn't his own, he wouldn't even want to admit that it was his son.

"..." Qiao Mingyong, dad, do we have to hurt each other?

Hearing his uncle praise him, Qiao Minglang pursed his lips and smiled, and glanced at his cousin.

In this respect, Qiao Mingyong is thick-skinned, winking at his little cousin, and seeing his gaze, Qiao Minglang couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that this little cousin is also an interesting person.