Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 8

Yang Zhenyu has seen Cai Guangming's Douyin videos a few times. From the perspective of his professional background, Cai Guangming's cooking skills are really not flattering.

Cai Guangming cooks Jianghu cuisine, which is derived from Sichuan cuisine. Cai Guangming's cooking method is that the base material is king.

He was able to become popular entirely because of his comedic appearance and funny personality.

Now Douyin has nearly 200 million fans. In Qingjiang County, he is considered a big Internet celebrity. Because of his fame, he was recommended as the president of Qingjiang County Chefs Association. However, in the eyes of many master chefs, he does not agree with him.

The same is true of Yang Zhenyu. If he and Cai Guangming are asked to compete in cooking, he has full confidence to win.

Two years of New Oriental professional training, two years of chef help in a star-rated hotel, among the students in their class, they are considered top-notch.

But now that he is popular, and Yang Zhenyu also has something to ask for from others, he had to temporarily put aside the idea of ​​"literati despise each other" in cooking, and visit Cai Guangming sincerely.

Cai Guangming's studio.

When Yang Zhenyu arrived, Cai Guangming's team was shooting a video.

"Please let me go!"

"Hi, handsome guy, the kitchen is not allowed to enter for the time being!"

Yang Zhenyu was stopped at the door.

Waiting patiently for the end of the video shooting, Cai Guangming came out of the kitchen, and Yang Zhenyu went up to greet him, "Hello, Teacher Cai!"

Cai Guangming glanced at Yang Zhenyu, "Are you my fan?"

"No, Teacher Cai, I have some business matters to talk to you about, is it convenient?" Yang Zhenyu said bluntly.

"Oh! Talk about business! I'm really sorry that you went to the studio to talk to us about finances. I'm going to attend a chef training and give lectures!" Cai Guangming finished speaking and left.

Yang Zhenyu could only move to the studio to find finance.

Finance is actually Cai Guangming's wife, named Wang Xiujuan.

When Wang Xiujuan learned that Yang Zhenyu was here to discuss business, she was quite enthusiastic and made Yang Zhenyu a cup of tea.

"Mr. Yang, do you want to do a special event or do you need a booth?" Wang Xiujuan asked.

"Is there any difference?"

"The special event is to spare time to go to your place to live broadcast selling plums, and the booth is to introduce your products during the normal live broadcast!"

Yang Zhenyu roughly understood, "What are the prices?"

"Mr. Yang, we usually charge 6000 yuan for a special session, and [-] yuan for a booth, but the effect of a special session must be better. Last time we did a special session of kiwi fruit and sold more than [-] catties. !"

Only more than 6000 catties?
Yang Zhenyu was not satisfied, the sales volume and price were not up to his standard, so he said, "I heard that you will also do some live broadcasts to help farmers!"

Wang Xiujuan said: "Mr. Yang, the live broadcast of helping farmers is of a public welfare nature. We don't charge for it, but we need the government to take the lead. If you have a relationship with the government, we can also help you bring the goods!"

Yang Zhenyu nodded.

So fucking realistic.

Not for money but for face.

"I'll go back and think about it!" Yang Zhenyu got up and said.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, call whenever you need to!" Wang Xiujuan sent Yang Zhenyu downstairs.

On the way back, Yang Zhenyu did some calculations, and the [-] live broadcast fee was really not worth it.

This road can only be abandoned for the time being, and the next channels are nothing more than retail stores and supermarkets, but they still cannot achieve the effect of promoting their own plums.

Yang Zhenyu wants to earn both money and fame.

Let your own plums secure a high-quality seat in the market, and you will have the power to set prices next year.

I can't think of the best channel for a while.

"Master, I'm here!" Yang Zhenyu called out.

After getting off the car, the prince squatted at the fork in the road, and saw Yang Zhenyu "meow~" twice.

"How do you know I'm back? Are you here to pick me up? Prince!" Yang Zhenyu scratched the prince's chin.

"Meow~meow~"

The prince kept yelling, and after yelling, he ran up to the front and kept turning his head to urge Yang Zhenyu.

Yang Zhenyu shook his head and smiled, probably wanting to eat pig heart and lungs.

"You're living so well only when I'm at home!" Yang Zhenyu followed.

In rural areas, the older generation feeds cats only once a day. What they often say is that cats have small stomachs and cannot eat much. Wang Xiuying thinks so too.

In fact, as long as you want to feed them, you can really turn a cihuamao into a "cihuapig" and a small tangerine into a big tangerine.

Yang Zhenyu obviously felt that the prince had gained a lot of weight during his return.

But this guy spends a lot of time wandering in the fields and woods every day.

At the door of the house, the prince urged even more.

"Grandma, I'll feed the prince some food first!" Yang Zhenyu walked to the door and said something to Wang Xiuying.

Wang Xiuying persuaded: "Don't get used to it too much. If you don't catch mice in the future, what's the use?"

In the eyes of the old man, cats are used to catch mice. Yang Zhenyu really likes cats and regards them as playmates. Looking at the prince, he smiled and said, "Did you hear that? Grandma said that I can't spoil you!"

The prince squatted on the ground, raised his head, and stared at Yang Zhenyu with a pair of big eyes, feeling aggrieved, "Meow~meow~" softly called.

"Come in and get it yourself!"

Yang Zhenyu entered the door with his front foot, and the prince kicked his legs and jumped onto the stove. He cooperated with the master very tacitly. As soon as the knife fell, the prince slipped away biting the pig's heart and lungs.

After feeding the cat and washing hands, I came out and sat beside Wang Xiuying.

Wang Xiuying asked concerned: "Grandson, how is the business going?"

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said, "Niu, Boss Niu promised to charge seven thousand catties, and the purchase price is 15 yuan!"

"15 yuan!" Wang Xiuying said in surprise, "seven thousand catties, 15 yuan per catty, isn't that more than [-] yuan?"

Yang Zhenyu nodded.

Wang Xiuying was both surprised and delighted. She never thought that her plums could make so much money in this year's market.

"Grandson, what should I do with the remaining plums?" Wang Xiuying recovered from her senses and asked worriedly.

Although I have earned so much, there are still more than 1 catties of plums in the field, so we can't let them rot in the field, right?
What a pity.

"I haven't figured it out yet!" Yang Zhenyu was lost in thought.

Wang Xiuying looked at Yang Zhenyu's busy work, but she couldn't help her, and felt distressed, "Grandson, the boss from Hunan came to me again today. They said that the price could be raised to ten yuan, and asked if we could sell it?

If we can't find another outlet, why don't we sell them?
I know you said big things in front of them before, but now you sell it, it's a bit embarrassing, it's normal for men to want face.

If grandma went to find them, grandma would be 80 years old anyway, so there was nothing shameful about it.

Grandma will throw away this face. If the villagers laugh at that time, just laugh at me.

Anyway, we made a lot of money this year! "

Yang Zhenyu turned his head to look at Wang Xiuying's kind face, and was very moved. In this world, only his grandmother could tell him what he just said.

But grandma doesn't know what he really thinks. What he cares about is the opportunity to promote his own plums, and let customers know about their Yang family's plums, not fruit shops, supermarkets or some buyers.

What he wants to do is dropshipping!

Yang Zhenyu put his hand on grandma's wrinkled hands, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, grandma, there will always be a way!"

"Meow~meow~"

The prince disappointed and interrupted the affectionate conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

Yang Zhenyu patted the stool beside him, "Come on, Prince, come up!"

The prince jumped up and lay down on Yang Zhenyu's lap. He was full, and it was time for a massage.

(End of this chapter)