Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 12: Coming to Chonghe Street, five days a day
The street stall economy seems insignificant, but no matter what era, once the number becomes huge, the total economic size is unimaginable.

The Zhouqiao Night Market is the most popular street stall gathering place in Bianjing City. It is similar to the Internet celebrity snack street in later generations. Not only ordinary people, but also some dignitaries will dress up to eat at the street stalls.

why?
Really delicious and authentic snacks are found in alleys and big restaurants in the streets and alleys, and there are damn delicious ones!
The owners of Fanlou were obviously keenly aware of the unknown power of the street stall economy, so they formed a partnership to package the Zhouqiao Night Market.

At night, when the lanterns are first illuminated, the whole street is lively. Many customers who come here will come to taste snacks door to door, and the flow of people is huge.

As vendors at Zhouqiao Night Market, they already had their backs to the giant Buddha in Fan Tower, so they looked down upon vendors in other places, especially Chonghe Night Market, which was a few hundred meters away.

"I heard that there are a few breakfast stalls on Chonghe Street, and they are very popular. You may not be able to get one if you line up every day."

"It's just a breakfast stall. How much money can it make? Can it be compared with our night market?"

"That's right, they're just a bunch of bumpkins."

The vendors in Zhouqiao have become arrogant since they were invested by Fan Lou.

In the market, there are naturally many people who look down on the Chonghe Night Market next door.

However, this almost one-sided beautiful scenery will soon disappear after a young man appears.

That night, several owners from Fanlou came over for inspection. Many vendors along the way immediately bowed in awe and saluted when they saw them, and only dared to continue doing business after they left.

These people, without exception, are all ruthless corners of the shopping mall, and are simply not something that traders like them can afford to offend.

"Guys, my previous suggestions were pretty good. The night market is so popular now that it will take less than five days to get all the money back."

"Haha, I really admire it. I just regret that I didn't make up my mind to invest in more stores so that I could make more money!"

"There are so many opportunities to make money. They are everywhere in Bianjing. The main thing is to have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering wealth."

Several people were discussing, with smiles on their plump faces, looking proud.

The Fanlou they operate is only for high-end consumers, and their monthly turnover is so amazing that others can't imagine it. Originally, they didn't bother to get involved with these street vendors, but when they saw the almost terrifying customer flow here, they couldn't help but I thought about it.

Money is not enough for them, they have to take the money from different consumer groups!
The policies of the Song Dynasty were liberal and the night market was extremely developed. There were no fewer people going out to spend money at night than during the day.

Not far away, a person in charge of the local fan building hurriedly ran over. After standing still, he said without even taking a breath:
"My boss, the Chonghe Night Market next door has changed for some reason. Many local vendors have changed their dishes to different dishes, including barbecue and fried meat."

Hearing this, a few people didn't take it seriously at all. So what if they changed the dishes? Can they compare with the Zhouqiao Night Market under their management?

"No fuss, just do your job."

On Chonghe Street, after several days of suspension and hard training, everyone finally set out, with countless vendors looking at their faces with admiration.

Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow!

At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat dripped from the soil, and I came to Chonghe Street, five days a day!

At this moment, countless vendors cheered for themselves in their hearts, looking at Professor Zhao He's classic quotes, their expressions couldn't help but get excited.

The streets were deserted, but the shops of dozens of vendors were inexplicably lively and not deserted at all!

Not far away, an old man in expensive clothes just came out of Zhouqiao Night Market, spitting.

"What a bullshit night market. After it was taken over by those people from Fan Lou, the taste is not as good as before. It tastes bland and tastes like a bird!"

The old man on the side sighed: "These people always think that the food in Fanlou is the best, so they took it out. But if we want to eat that stuff, we can just go to Fanlou. Why are we here?" ?”

"A bunch of idiots, they dare to sell a bowl of glutinous rice balls for ten cents, and even the dogs won't eat it!"

Seeing the customers, the vendors immediately started shouting.

“Mutton skewers, fresh mutton skewers~”

"It's really fried rice cakes and fried skewers!" "Look, look, Bianjing boiled pork!"

The two of them were attracted by the movement, but they couldn't help but feel a little confused when they saw that no one was there.

"Have you seen this night market before?"

"No, it's probably a new one. It doesn't smell good, so there aren't many people there."

But the first old man directly denied his friend's statement because he asked about a scent.

A fragrance that stimulates the nasal cavity and makes people feel hungry immediately.

In short, head on!

"Shopkeeper, what is this?"

The vendor quickly said: "Barbecue skewers, including pork and mutton, cost three pennies a skewer."

The old man looked at the meat skewers on the display board. They were very big and heavy, and he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.

"First give me five skewers to taste. I want them freshly grilled."

Barbecue is not uncommon in the Song Dynasty, but eating barbecue at a street stall is still a skewer, which makes the old man a little curious.

The vendor picked up five skewers of raw meat, put them on the barbecue grill and started grilling them. He brushed them with oil and added seasonings, and the flavor came out quickly.

It was quickly grilled, and the vendor handed the kebabs to the two of them with a confident look on their faces.

“No food, no money!”

What a novel way to barbecue!

After the two of them marveled, they stared at the skewers intently. They didn't even have time to say anything harsh, so they shared two skewers each.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat, once you eat you can’t stop.

"This is very delicious, please order ten more skewers!"

"Ten skewers are not enough, add ten skewers!"

"Damn, I finally got something delicious to eat, the Zhouqiao Night Market is like shit!"

The vendors not far away immediately started shouting when they saw the two of them eating enthusiastically.

After the two finished eating, while waiting for the skewers to be grilled, they went to the stall next door.

Fried crispy pork!
The more I eat, the more I get addicted, and the more I eat, the more I can’t stop!
Damn, why have I never discovered such a delicious night market before?
With the arrival of the two old men, more and more people were attracted, and the Chonghe Night Market, which was originally deserted and strangely deserted, suddenly became popular.

The spacious streets were packed to the brim with countless people vying to buy novel snacks they had never seen before.

At this time, the initiator of the scene before him, the boss of Heshi Group, was leisurely shopping.

Of course there won't be any group, but that's what Zhao He thinks. Naturally, he doesn't dare to set up any group, otherwise his head may say goodbye to his body.

Fan Zhongyan followed Zhao He and was stunned at the scene in front of him.

Maybe others don't know, but in the past two days, Ke Ke has personally seen Zhao He teach these traders' secrets.

Unexpectedly, the person who accomplished such a feat was just a 15-year-old boy!

(End of this chapter)