Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 215 Not enough pork to sell
Yang Zhenyu felt that the effect of today's live broadcast was better than yesterday's.

It is highly interactive and interesting. The popularity and number of viewers of the two live broadcast rooms are on the rise. Netizens who need bacon are also willing to pay.

They have witnessed the process of slaughtering pigs and bacon, and they can also see the progress of the bacon they bought on the applet, so their worries and concerns are naturally reduced.

In the afternoon, Yang Zhenyu turned off the broadcast, drank some water, and tried his best to sell the pigs.

The villagers also saw it, and hurriedly washed some fragrant pears and handed them over, "Director Yang, clear your throat, the rice is steaming in the pot, and I'll eat here in a while."

Yang Zhenyu was also polite, and nodded while eating the plum.

It should be Yang Chuan who is more tired than him today. He has slaughtered pigs since the morning and has killed five pigs in one day.

Yang Zhenyu said: "Yang Chuan, after dinner later, let's go to the village committee together and settle your bill for today."

Yang Chuan said: "Little Uncle Yang, don't worry, we can also tie the knot later."

Yang Zhenyu said: "It's better to pay according to the day. You will feel at ease when you get paid after a busy day."

"That's true." Yang Chuan smiled, "I'll follow your arrangement, little Uncle Yang."

After dinner at the villagers' home, the group returned to the village committee.

Yang Zhenyu couldn't wait to go to the new media studio.

Liu Juan and Wang Mei sat in front of the computer, heard footsteps, looked up and smiled at Yang Zhenyu who walked in the door.

Seeing her expressions, Yang Zhenyu guessed that today's sales performance should be very good.

"Report?" Yang Zhenyu said with a smile.

Liu Juan said: "Brother, according to the latest data, there are 698 registered users at the canteen at the entrance of the village, and 557 of them placed orders. The total amount of pre-sold bacon is 8355 catties, and a deposit of 142035 yuan has been received."

Yang Zhenyu nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, there are a little less registered users. We will work harder in the next few days to attract more users. These users must be well maintained. They are all potential consumers in the future."

Liu Juan nodded with a smile.

8355 catties of bacon have already been sold, and the pork in the village is only [-] catties. Looking at it now, it is not difficult to sell. Yang Zhenyu is more concerned about the registered users of the small program of the small shop at the entrance of the village.So in the past few days, I have to work hard to live broadcast and sell pigs.

Yang Chuan took the money and came out to find Yang Zhenyu, "Little Uncle Yang, the day after tomorrow is going to the market again, shall I go with you tomorrow?"

"go with!"

Yang Zhenyu knew what Yang Chuan meant by asking this question. Usually, the day before he rushed to the market, he should go to collect pigs and sell them. This time, Luo Biao and the others can't set up a stall, and they can make more money, but Yang Zhenyu thinks those are small profits. The bacon in Yangjiawan Village has become famous, and there will be a steady stream of income in the future, and that is the time to really make money.

Yang Chuan was just reluctant to part with such a good opportunity to sell pigs. In fact, if he could kill five pigs a day in the past few days, his income would be several thousand yuan. Apart from physical exertion, there would be no other costs and no risks, which would be easier.

He was also thinking about the slaughterhouse that Yang Zhenyu mentioned that night about building a slaughterhouse in the village next year. He had no reason to shrink back because of public and private matters. He nodded in response to Yang Zhenyu, "Okay, Uncle Yang."

"Work hard, you won't lose money." Yang Zhenyu said.

Yang Chuan chuckled, took his phone and left.

For the next three days, the village committee still worked hard to help sell pigs to the villagers.

After three days, all the data have increased significantly.

The registered users of the canteen at the entrance of the village also exceeded 1000. Yang Zhenyu is very satisfied with this result.

But there is also a bad news. These three days have been too devoted to the live broadcast, and I have not considered whether the pork in the village can still be supplied?
Liu Juan told Yang Zhenyu that the pre-sold bacon has exceeded 3000 catties, and there is not enough pork in the village.

Wang Chunyan's suggestion is to let the villagers share some of the bacon they prepared.

Yang Zhenyu immediately rejected her suggestion.

The villagers certainly hope to make money selling pigs, but they also have to eat meat during the Chinese New Year. Besides, raising pigs at the beginning of the new year will take at least a few months before they can be slaughtered. On a level, the pigs killed at the end of this year are the villagers' pork reserves for the first half of the next year.

The villagers will definitely not do it if they don’t eat their own meat and buy meat from pig dealers on the street at a high price, let alone what will be the pork market next year?can not say it clearly.

Yang Zhenyu thought, since he has already sold out, he might as well make it bigger and stronger, and continue working.

"I'll collect the pigs tomorrow." Yang Zhenyu said, "Drag them back and kill them for the villagers to help smoke them. We pay the wages and the rest of the profits belong to ourselves.

Then sell it to attract traffic to the small store at the entrance of the village. "

Zhang Mingkang said, "Where are you going to collect it?"

"Other villages." Yang Zhenyu said.

"Have you forgotten Luo Biao and the others?" Zhang Mingkang asked worriedly.

"I haven't forgotten, I always remember it in my heart." Yang Zhenyu smiled, "Didn't he say before that he would not come to collect pigs from Yangjiawan Village this year? Now we will go to their village to collect pigs."

"Luo Biao and his gang are all veterans. They must have greeted them in advance, and their tactics are tricky. Are you sure you can snatch the pig from them?" Zhang Mingkang worried.

Zhang Mingkang's worries were based on the same price. If they were charged at the gross pig price of 17 yuan, perhaps Yang Zhenyu would not be able to compete with Luo Biao's butchers, but the profit of bacon was much higher than that of raw pork.

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Secretary Zhang, I guess there are no villagers who don't want to sell their pigs for more money, right?"

Zhang Mingkang seemed to understand what Yang Zhenyu meant, and he still told him, "Don't make conflicts, let alone do anything."

Yang Zhenyu said: "I know it well."

Yang Song said: "Director Yang, all the things you arranged before are done, I will follow you tomorrow, in case something happens, I can help."

Yang Zhenyu nodded, "Okay, come here early tomorrow morning."

……

Beef restaurant on the street.

Luo Biao went to a restaurant to drink with a few butchers who called themselves brothers.

Luo Biao asked suspiciously, "Did you see Yang Chuan last time?"

Several people shook their heads.

"What's the matter? We didn't set up a stall, and he didn't even set up a stall. Such a good opportunity to make money, let the pig dealers from other places come and make a profit."

"I also find it strange, do you think this Yang Chuan is stupid?"

Luo Biao thought: "Could it be that Yangjiawan Village has no pigs?"

"How is it possible, if we don't collect it, who will they sell it to?"

"Maybe I'm looking for a foreign pig boss, but can the foreign boss give me 17 yuan?"

"It's probably because he's afraid that we'll tear up his stall, so he's afraid to come out and set up a stall."

Luo Biao also couldn't figure it out, it shouldn't be like this in common sense, took a sip, shook his head and said, "Forget it, he's not on the same boat as us now, so give him a hammer.

You can set up a stall the day after tomorrow, are you all ready? "

"I have already said hello, and I will go to the village tomorrow to procrastinate."

"Director Fu did this. It's really fucked up. I've been holding back for these two games. I'm uncomfortable watching the white money flow out."

Luo Biao patted the table, "From now on, we should respect the people of the township government. Don't be too crazy. If they really want to mess with you, it's just a matter of one word."

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