"Of course, otherwise why would I sell it for twenty-five pounds?" Xue Jianhua said, "How about, if you don't buy them all, if I sell them to other restaurants, your business will definitely be taken away by others.
Already."
The boss finished a tomato in an instant and then wiped his mouth.
“Mr.
Xue Jianhua immediately said: "You are stupid, can't you just raise the price? You can mention eighty-one plates."
"Do you think anyone will eat the eighty-one servings of tomatoes?"
"The key is that it tastes good. Have you ever seen such a delicious tomato?"
The boss nodded: "To be honest, I have never tasted such delicious tomatoes, but Mr. Xue, you should know that in a small county, the consumption power lies in that place."
Xue Jianhua sighed and said, "Then what you mean is that you don't want it anymore?"
"How about I take a box and see how the customer's reputation is. If possible, I can get more from you."
Although Xue Jianhua is a little frustrated, this is better than a box of unnecessary items.
After coming out of the hotel with Yang Xiaobao, Xue Jianhua said to Yang Xiaobao apologetically: "Xiaobao, I'm sorry. It seems that I overestimated these hotels."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Mr. Xue, actually what the boss said just now is quite right. How can our county afford such a high price?"
"I don't believe it. They are not willing to spend money to buy such delicious tomatoes."
Xue Jianhua took Yang Xiaobao to two or three more restaurants.
The owners of these restaurants basically have the same attitude as the first one.
Although they admitted that these tomatoes were the most delicious, they did not dare to ask for more.
In the end, the four restaurants only sold five boxes of tomatoes.
Seeing that more than half of it was left, Xue Jianhua said with some frustration: "Xiaobao, we can't set up a stall on the roadside. My dignified third son of the Xue family, setting up a stall is too embarrassing."
Yang Xiaobao laughed and said: "Master Xue, setting up a stall is definitely not possible. I'll think of a way."
"Xiaobao, if these tomatoes can't be sold tomorrow, they will definitely go bad." Xue Jianhua said worriedly.
How could Yang Xiaobao not know this?
"Okay, let's not think so much. It's already dinner time. Let's go see the old man and have a meal by the way."
Xue Jianhua had not seen his father for a long time. Hearing what Yang Xiaobao said, he nodded.
The two of them arrived at the Xue family's house and brought a bag of tomatoes to Mr. Xue.
Mr. Xue was very happy when he saw two people coming to see him.
"Xiaobao, you haven't seen me for a long time. And the third child, how are you doing with Xiaobao?"
Yang Xiaobao reported to Mr. Xue that Xue Jianhua and himself were growing vegetables together.
After hearing what Yang Xiaobao said, Mr. Xue became even happier.
"Not bad, not bad." Mr. Xue said with a smile, "I couldn't believe that the third child can find something serious to do. Thank you, Xiaobao."
"Old man, try the tomatoes we grew." Xue Jianhua handed the old man a tomato.
The old man smiled and said, "These are the tomatoes you grew in the greenhouse. The taste should be similar to the ones you buy at home, but they are so big that they should be easier to sell."
After speaking, he took a small bite.
Mr. Xue has been doing business for so many years, what kind of dinner has he not seen? There are many things he has eaten.
He was so picky about food that he was so frustrated that it didn't matter what he ate.
I thought there was nothing amazing about the tomatoes grown by Yang Xiaobao and his son, but when he took his first bite, he was stunned.
After a long while, he sighed and took another bite.
Then, something unexpected happened to Yang Xiaobao and Xue Jianhua!
Mr. Xue's eyes turned red and he shed tears.
Seeing the old man crying, Xue Jianhua was startled and said quickly: "Old man, what are you doing? It's just a tomato. Is that the case?"
"Oh, you don't know, this tastes similar to the tomatoes I ate when I was a child. Now I can't eat such delicious tomatoes anymore." Mr. Xue said with emotion, "When I was a kid, every summer, your grandma would pick a few.
The tomatoes I grew myself were kept in the water and frozen until I came back from school to eat them."
After hearing Mr. Xue's words, Yang Xiaobao and Xue Jianhua looked at each other, both feeling a little sad.
This tomato brought the old man not only delicious food, but also memories of the past.
Mr. Xue finished eating the tomatoes and said happily: "Okay, okay, Xiaobao, third child, you have really done a great thing."
Seeing Mr. Xue so happy, Yang Xiaobao and Xue Jianhua were also very happy.
They had dinner with Mr. Xue and said goodbye.
Xue Jianhua did not accompany Yang Xiaobao back to Shitou Village, but stayed in the county town overnight.
Yang Xiaobao knew that Xue Jianhua must have missed his wife after being away for so long.
He drove back to Stone Village alone.
When Su Guihua saw Yang Xiaobao coming back, she quickly asked: "Xiaobao, how are you? Are those tomatoes sold out?"
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and told Su Guihua what happened today.
"Xiaobao, these tomatoes are too expensive! You can't sell them at such a high price." Su Guihua said, "Tomorrow I will accompany you to set up a stall in town and sell them for a few yuan."
But Yang Xiaobao shook his head: "It's always a bit unwilling to sell such delicious tomatoes at such a price."
"How delicious is it? Take out a few for us to try?" Liu Mei, who was sitting aside, said in disbelief.
Yang Xiaobao patted his head and said, "Look at my memory, I forgot to feed you."
As he spoke, he opened the car, took out a few tomatoes, washed them and handed them to Liu Mei and Su Guihua.
When Liu Mei took the first bite, she screamed and jumped up.
Her reaction made Yang Xiaobao tremble with fright.
"I said, Miss, what are you doing? You are so surprised."
"It's so delicious, it's so delicious!" Liu Mei exclaimed, "I have never eaten such delicious tomatoes!"
Su Guihua said in disbelief: "Xiaobao, she's right, it's really delicious!"
Yang Xiaobao was used to the reactions of the two women.
"Is it worth twenty-five yuan per pound?" Yang Xiaobao asked.
"Of course it's worth it, it's so worth it!" Liu Mei said, "I think twenty-five yuan per catty is still low. Xiaobao, you should sell it for thirty, no, forty-one catties."
Yang Xiaobao smiled bitterly and said: "Forty-one pounds? I don't think anyone will buy these tomatoes even if they are rotten. After all, in a small place like ours, spending twenty-five pounds to buy a pound of tomatoes is either crazy or stupid."
"If you can't do it in a small place, you can do it in a big place. Why don't you sell it in a big place?"