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Chapter 15 The booth is out!

"Our commune's newly made tea eggs are sold."

In front of a collective cotton mill in Pengbu Town, Zhang Gaoxing carried a wooden box with his characteristic shouting.

Selling in the name of the commune, although he actually sells it himself.

Anyway, if you don’t meet an acquaintance, no one will know.

Unless he meets someone from his own commune production brigade, he will be unlucky if he is recognized.

If one is not good, he will be taken back by the country commune, and then all the people in the production brigade will poke him.

at this time.

The wooden box he was carrying was a wooden barrel on one side, and the barrel was filled with hot brine.

Some ragged old clothes were placed around the wooden barrel and placed tightly in the wooden box. The wooden barrel was covered and Zhang Gaoxing made a lid for the box. This was all for insulation. Tea and eggs were the most delicious.

The female employees working in the cotton mill were paying attention when they heard that they sold tea eggs, and some aunts in their forties stopped.

After the big group, many of them had never eaten tea eggs. In the era when they were not good at eating or wearing warm clothes, they would be a luxurious meal. If you think about the taste, you probably don’t think about it. Tea eggs consume so many ingredients. If you want to make the entire commune and all production brigade eat tea eggs, how much spices will be consumed. So, if you want everyone to eat tea eggs in the production team, the commune factory, you obviously can’t do it.

"Young man, your commune can still make tea eggs. Your commune is really admirable." The aunt said in disbelief.

"Hehe, aunt, our commune factory has not had much efficiency. We raised a lot of chickens and laid a lot of eggs, but the eggs couldn't be sold. Our commune thought of this method. My tea eggs are so delicious. I don't need tickets to buy tea eggs. How many aunts can I come to?"

"I haven't eaten for a long time, I'll do two." The aunt opened her head and looked into the wooden box.

"Okay, I'll get you two or hot tea eggs."

The wooden barrel lid was lifted and a stream of hot air ran out.

The fragrance of tea eggs is overwhelming.

"Young man, how much does it cost?"

"One two cents, two four cents." Zhang Gaoxing said with a smile.

"So expensive!"

The aunt's face immediately changed color.

"Auntie, this is really not expensive. You must know the price of eggs. You need to buy tea, star anise, fennel, and onions for this tea egg spice. I didn't make much money at all. Do you think this is the reason?"

The aunt thought that if she wanted to buy so many spices by making two tea eggs, it would definitely cost more than 600 cents or 70 cents or even not. Now she bought it for 40 cents, and compared to making it herself, it would be a good loss.

When Zhang Gaoxing saw the persuasion, he felt relieved. It seemed that this business was not only about buying and selling, but also about it. He scolded those treacherous and tricks of selling things in his previous life, which made a lot of money from the old man, but it was his turn to do business by himself that he realized that doing business was not called treacherous or tricky, it was flexible.

When selling things, you are willing to buy things, because you want to buy them and use them, they have to make the money. Because merchants come to sell them and they don’t sell them, you won’t be able to enjoy those convenient, easy-to-use or delicious things.

Moreover, I get up early and make tea eggs in the dark. The county goes to buy ingredients. This is a pay, making one cent for a tea egg. Is it more? Not much? I take a considerable risk and lose my reputation if I don’t think I have a second-rate man who doesn’t earn well in my eyes. It’s a speculative person, just like those who sell rat poison.

Moreover, the cost calculation with the aunt is correct, but the aunt neglected that her spices were more than two eggs and the spices were actually not much.

But can he calculate that for customers? Of course not, then he is Zhang fool, and he is really fool.

When he thought of a hawker selling things to him in his previous life, he charged a few cents less. Old Man Zhang was so happy that he felt that he should not be too rigid in business. He said that the price was the price of the supermarket that everyone knew.

No human favor, mechanized mode.

Now my business environment is different, I can’t do the supermarket model, I need a reputation.

"Auntie, you are my first business. I, Xiao Zhang, will promote my reputation more in the future. I will only charge you 30,000 yuan, and you will be less expensive."

If two cents fall to the ground in the future, no one will pick them up, but if two cents are lost in this era, then there will be a lot of concessions.

The aunt who just disliked the expensive one immediately changed her face.

I paid 30 cents very readily.

Zhang Gaoxing's tea and egg business opened, and Xi Da Zeng Ben, and later some cotton mills came to work. The town residents did not eat breakfast. Many people actually only ate two meals in this era. It was not that they were too lazy to get up and have breakfast in later generations, but that they were reluctant to eat at all. Eat less meals and save a lot of food and feed more people.

Zhang Gaoxing sold nine tea eggs in the cotton mill, which was not as exaggerated as he imagined. Many people in this cotton mill thought it was expensive. One was 20 cents, and two were 40 cents! This is not that woman was so promiscuous, and women of this era were not very promiscuous at all, and the consumption level in the town was not that high. Many people tried to buy one of two cents a tea egg.

However, Zhang Gaoxing made 90 cents in the morning for the first time, because he earned a daily salary of working in a wooden factory for a day is not as big as that!

Then he ran to the next location.

There is the town car transport company.

Drivers at the bus station are a prosperous profession in this era. They have high salaries and good benefits. They have stronger consumption power than cotton mills. Moreover, they can eat tea eggs when they are cold. The drivers eat tea eggs when they are hungry on the road. There is nothing more nutritious and delicious than this.

Therefore, Zhang Gaoxing turned his attention to the "group of people" who were of high level in life, those rich people.

When he arrived at the bus station again, Zhang Gaoxing couldn't help but think of the sweetness of that day. That day, he and Zhao Gaohong and his sister sat next to each other, each of them excited. The trip to the county town was the most beautiful and unforgettable experience he came to this world by himself.

At the bus station in Pengbu Town, the truck transfer yard, Zhang Gaoxing bet right.

His tea eggs were sold out of stock.

In the end, there were a few tea eggs left, which he left for Zhao Gaohong.

Some of the dormitories of the wood factory were also left, and those were for the wood factory to have a good relationship with them.

At noon, Pengbu Town built the Woodenware Factory, and some people had a meal.

Zhang Gaoxing gave tea eggs to Aunt Tian, ​​his master waiter, Director Zhu, and several workers in the dormitory.

He went out early in the morning, and this was what he asked Ergouzi Zhou Yaotian to give him on his behalf.

Aunt Tian really didn't expect that Zhang Gaoxing made tea eggs, which were so delicious.

However, Zhang Gaoxing is now at the entrance of Pengbu Town High School.

Wait until Zhao Gaohong's sister gets off get out of class at noon.

He wants to give her two eggs.

"Two Eggs", Old Man Zhang subconsciously felt a bit strange.

The bell of the town high school ended get out of class rang.

Zhang Gaoxing felt that he was acting ruthless, so he should keep a few more eggs. When he saw Zhao Gaohong holding his arms with a girl, he must be a best friend or something. Zhao Gaohong didn't give each other one, would he look stingy? Old Man Zhang was stingy, but he was most afraid that others would say he was stingy. After the age of 65, if anyone said he was a stingy old man, he would definitely be anxious with others.
Chapter completed!
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