Zhou Lang was excitedly starting the furnace and burning charcoal. A person from a stall not far away saw it, but walked over to him.

The man looked at him busy and stepped forward and said, "Brother, you are a bit unkind. You should come first and then come in business. You are destroying my job."

When Zhou Lang saw that this man looked gentle and gentle, he also wore a pair of glasses. When he looked at his stall, he turned out to be a sweet potato seller.

He is here to show his signature today and does not want to have any conflicts with others. Although the world's business is done by everyone, what this person said makes sense.

He thought for a while and replied, "You think this is OK? Otherwise, I will keep my placing away from you, and I won't placing it often, maybe it will be placing it for a few days..."

Glasses obviously don't believe it: "Who believes what you said? I tell you brother, have you studied economics? If this vicious competition continues, it will be of no benefit to anyone."

Zhou Lang was also shocked. Those who sell roasted sweet potatoes these days have talked about economics. He has never learned any economics, but when it comes to competition, he has an idea.

"Brother, I won't compete with you viciously. How much does your roasted sweet potato cost per pound?" Zhou Lang asked.

Brother Glasses's little eyes flashed: "How can you ask such a business secret? You really don't know anything."

Zhou Lang smiled: "Then I won't ask. I'll tell you how much mine sells. Let's see if we will compete."

"How much does it cost per pound?"

"Fifty yuan per pound."

"God...price." Glasses almost cursed and turned around and walked away.

Zhou Lang didn't care about him, and started roasting the charcoal and started roasting sweet potatoes. He tried it at home yesterday. It was actually not difficult to roast sweet potatoes. The current sweet potato machine is not as difficult as before. The biggest difficulty is not to be released in advance. After roasting, it will be kept in. Change a few grids. I am afraid that it will not be cooked and not afraid of baking.

He quickly mastered the core technology of roasting sweet potatoes.

Zhou Lang had a good charcoal fire and put the sweet potatoes into the grid. These sweet potatoes were selected and belonged to the smaller ones. There was no way, the big ones were too big to put them down.

After a while, he saw that the glasses just now pushing his roasted sweet potato stove not far from Zhou Lang. This time he was not afraid of vicious competition and leaking commercial secrets. Zhou Lang just smiled and didn't care about it.

"Little white rabbit, white and white..."

In a class in the kindergarten, Teacher Liu was taking the children to class. As he was going, he found that many children were obviously distracted, many were sniffing secretly, and a few were chanting children's songs absent-mindedly while swallowing.

Teacher Liu sniffed... It smells so good!

This is the fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes. The glasses outside started to set up stalls again. No, how could his sweet potatoes come here? Teacher Liu frowned:

"Zheng Yicheng, have you brought Sweet Potato to the school again? Didn't you say you were not allowed to bring them in the future?"

"Teacher, I didn't take it. I want to take it with my mother but I won't let it go..." Zheng Yicheng looked aggrieved.

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At the entrance of the kindergarten, there were several people surrounding Zhou Lang’s stall. They were all grandparents who picked up their children from school at home. They came here early and were attracted by the fragrance of Zhou Lang’s roasted sweet potatoes.

"Young man, how do you sell roasted sweet potatoes?" asked an aunt. He was going to buy a baby grandson for his own baby.

"My roasted sweet potatoes are more expensive." Zhou Lang smiled embarrassedly.

"How expensive can that be? Ten dollars?"

"Fifty." Zhou Lang felt even more embarrassed.

He is not planning to sell roasted sweet potatoes today, but he wants to promote his sweet potatoes.

The aunt gave him a blank look and went up to the stall with glasses on the side.

"The cheap and delicious roasted sweet potatoes are ~ Eight yuan per pound!" Glasses shouted at the sight of the camera. In fact, he usually only sells six yuan per pound.

After hearing this, the aunt glared at Zhou Lang again.

As school time approaches, more and more people gather at Zhou Lang’s roasted sweet potato stall, and even many passers-by are attracted by the fragrance, but no one pays for it, nothing else, it’s really expensive.

Many people didn't know why, but they were a little angry when they looked at Zhou Lang. Some people even offered a high price of 20 yuan per pound to buy one, but Zhou Lang just didn't let it go.

Seeing that the school time was over, a group of little guys ran out like little fish that opened the gate, looking for their parents one after another.

"Uncle~Uncle~"

Zhou Lang told his nephew this morning that he would come to roast sweet potatoes for him to eat, so as soon as he left the kindergarten gate, Zheng Yicheng screamed.

"Hey~ here~" Zhou Lang replied.

When Zheng Yicheng saw Zhou Lang, he quickly came to Zhou Lang like a little rat: "Uncle~Are you okay?"

"Okay, okay~ I'm waiting for you to come. Take it!"

Zhou Lang handed his nephew a transparent plastic cylindrical fast food box, and let him hold it in his hand, while taking out the sweet potatoes that had been baked from the top grid.

"You need to have a fast food box to roast a sweet potato? No, this fast food box is worth more than 40 yuan, right?" Someone next to him saw Zhou Lang pretending to be so particular, and couldn't help but mock him.

Many people also cooperated and burst into laughter. There was no way, because Zhou Lang's price was so annoying.

In fact, many people want to buy one to try, but when they find out the price, they think that Zhou Lang is too dark and it is not that they can’t afford the fifty dollars. However, this kind of business that is obviously slaughtering people is a little angry. It can’t be so expensive even if it tastes delicious.

Zhou Lang didn't care about it after hearing this, and smiled and said, "There's no way, it's not that this box is expensive, but it's easy to hurt your hands if you don't put it in the box."

When everyone heard this, they were confused and disdainful. They burned the sweet potatoes and rolled them with a paper bag and waited for them to cool down. Why bother to take a box and make them mysterious?

Zhou Lang took out a pair of labor gloves, took out a sweet potato, put it in the box held by his nephew, and then gently broke it apart. In an instant, a white air was covered with the fragrance and burst out.

"Ah~ It's juice~ This is... honey!"

But after the sweet potato was broken, the golden potato meat was revealed. The slightly burnt area on the side turned darker. A hot and sticky burnt liquid was slowly flowing out, flowing to the bottom of the box. It turned out that potato candy had been roasted!

Only then did people understand why they had to pack the roasted sweet potatoes with a box.

"Chengcheng, come and take it!" Zhou Lang handed Chengcheng another transparent fork, "It's hot, eat slowly."

Chengcheng took the small fork, forked up a piece of steaming potato meat, pouted his mouth and blew it hard for a while, and then ate it in one bite.

"Yeah~" Chengcheng squinted his eyes and almost disappeared.

Now, let alone the children who could not be pulled away around, even several adults couldn't help swallowing quietly.

"Grandma, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes!"

"Mom, buy me one~"
Chapter completed!