No regrets ninety-two

Chapter 85 I'm In Trouble
The visitor was a woman in her 30s.

Different from the way he was tugging at the Chengbei market, now Wu Xiaozheng's mouth is as sweet as honey.

"Hey, big sister, I'm shopping for vegetables. I just finished the new year. Would you like to buy some pickled radishes for a change?"

This woman should be a very hearty person, she smiled and said: "Child, your mouth is sweet enough, but it's wrong for you to call me eldest sister, my daughter is about your age."

Wu Xiaozheng grinned, and said, "Seeing that you are so young, capable and energetic, I dare not call you auntie, and besides, I don't know your daughter."

The middle-aged woman was immediately amused, and said with a smile: "You have such a greasy mouth, I dare not let my daughter know you!"

After the joke was over, the middle-aged woman turned her attention to the pickled radish: "How does your pickled radish taste?"

Wu Xiaozheng had been prepared for a long time, picked up a box of samples packed in a fast food box, and poked a piece with a toothpick: "This is hot and sour, you can try it."

After the middle-aged woman finished eating this piece, Wu Xiaozheng handed over another piece: "This is sweet and sour, you can try it too."

"It tastes good, how much is a bottle?"

After tasting, the middle-aged woman showed a clear intention to buy.

Wu Xiaozheng picked up a can and said, "It's not expensive, it's only one dollar for such a big bottle."

Probably because of Wu Xiaozheng's sweet mouth, the middle-aged woman was very straightforward: "Then let's have three bottles each!"

Boss He was taken aback. He didn't expect that so many pickled radishes could be sold so easily.

What surprised him even more was Wu Xiaozheng's next words: "Sister, no matter how much you like it, I don't suggest you buy so many at once."

The middle-aged woman replied curiously: "You kid is really interesting to do business, don't you think you have too much money?"

Wu Xiaozheng replied: "Of course I don't think it's too much money, but the fresher the pickled radish, the better the taste, and the taste will get worse and more sour as time goes by. If you like it, just look at me From this store behind you, you can buy it every day in the future, guaranteeing freshness. Of course, you have to look for the brand of our Chef Wu, this is the authentic pickled radish."

Boss He was a little stunned when he heard it.

This kid is so good at talking!
Before we agreed to consignment sales, he started to help me develop regular customers in the store.

Also, he never forgot to promote Chef Wu's brand, making other pickled radishes look like counterfeit and shoddy products.

It is a bit high.

The middle-aged woman was even happier seeing that Wu Xiaozheng didn't have any profiteering temperament at all, and said, "Sure, but there are a lot of people at home these two days, so you should bring me two bottles of each. Children should prefer sweet and sour flavors."

The first business was so happily closed.

Next, Brother Jun also witnessed what sales are.

Under Wu Xiaozheng's sweet words, almost none of the customers who were willing to come back empty-handed. There were three or five bottles too many, and one or two bottles too few, and dozens of bottles were sold in a short time.

Of course, there was hesitation: "They only sell for [-] cents a bottle, isn't it a bit expensive for you?"

Wu Xiaozheng picked up the sample and stuffed it: "Taste it, try it first, and see if you get what you pay for? If you want to eat pickled radish, you have to look for the brand of Chef Wu, which is well-known in Xiangshui County. famous brand!"

After trying it, the hesitant people will eventually pay obediently, and at the same time, they will look for the brand of Chef Wu.

Boss He was really jealous.

In just half an hour, this kid sold nearly a hundred bottles. If this was during the peak period, how good the business would be!
No, I can't let him sell it anymore. What he sells himself is the money I can make!
So he said: "Little brother, don't sell it. I will take over the agent. How to act as an agent, just tell me."

Wu Xiaozheng's original purpose was not to sell pickled radishes himself, but to develop an agency, so he stopped.

After some explanations, for the sake of safety, Boss He still adopted the method of consignment sales, and tentatively bought 200 bottles of goods.

His calculation is quite good: even if it can't be sold, it won't lose my capital.

Wu Xiaozheng didn't force him either. After handing over the goods, he began to teach him sales skills.

"This pickled radish can't be sold like you. You have to set up a table at the door and pile pickled radish into a hill like me, so as to attract attention."

"You are stupid, now the pickled radish produced by Chef Wu is your exclusive business in this market, don't you sell it as the main product? This product is popular, and people who buy it will naturally buy other products in your store Things, your business will naturally explode!"

"Also, you should have a better service attitude. Don't push people out at every turn. You can make trouble with anything, but don't make trouble with money!"

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Boss He, who was in his early 30s, was dumbfounded by Wu Xiaozheng's training, and he had to apologize. He couldn't find a reason to refute it, and he didn't dare to refute it.

Just kidding, even the famous brother Jun is obedient in front of him, how could he dare to offend this guy who doesn't know his background?

Business is too good to be hated.

When Wu Xiaozheng started selling pickled radishes, because it happened to be the afternoon when the market was deserted, the movement here immediately attracted the attention of interested people.

This person happened to be a seller of counterfeit pickled radishes. After paying attention, he found that Wu Xiaozheng's pickled radishes were really selling well. Chef Zhun Wu".

Isn't this stealing our jobs?How can this work!
So this person secretly asked someone for help and also bought a can of pickled radishes produced by Chef Wu. He opened it and tasted it, and the taste was indeed better than the ones sold by himself.

This is not grabbing jobs, but smashing jobs!
Tolerable or unbearable!
The man began to use his brain.

As a businessman, he naturally couldn't do it himself, and he wasn't sure about doing it himself, so he came up with another idea.

Having been in this market for so long, this person always has a way.

So when Wu Xiaozheng had just handed over the business from Boss He's side and was about to go to the next market, three people with the market administrator's sign and sticks in their hands appeared in front of them.

"Who asked you to sell things here, did you get the approval of the market management office? Did you pay the management fee?"

The leader was a young man in his twenties, who spoke very reasonable words, but there was a bit of ruffian in his bones.

"This man's name is Liu Sanbao, and he's Brother Hua's subordinate."

Boss He whispered something in Wu Xiaozheng and Brother Jun's ears quietly, but he didn't dare to come forward.

Looks like there's trouble!

Wu Xiaozheng hadn't figured out how to answer, but the young man named Liu Sanbao spoke again: "Smash me!"

This was said to the other two young men behind him.

　What's the matter?The book review area seems to be a bit cold these two days, no one praised Lao Hei for his good writing?Is there no one to remind you?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)