Feng Wanqing looked a little gloomy and sighed softly, "Don't blame those who don't know, and you don't have to blame yourself."
Song Wenjing didn't know what to say, and wanted to comfort him. The relationship between the two was not very familiar, and it was not his turn to talk about some things. He should not speak, and continued to remain silent, which seemed a bit awkward.
Just as he continued to pull the car with his head down, Feng Wanqing took the initiative to stir up the topic.
"Xiao Song, I see that you are young, have extraordinary conversational skills, and have research on calligraphy and painting. How come you are in the business of collecting rags?" Feng Wanqing asked curiously.
"Haha, Sister Wan Qing, you are not the first to ask this, and you are probably not the last to ask me this." Song Wenjing laughed at himself.
"Oh?" Feng Wanqing became interested, "How do you explain it? Let me tell you."
Song Wenjing briefly introduced his experiences and his family's situation to Feng Wanqing.
"Sister Wanqing, in your opinion, collecting rags is not a legitimate industry, but I enjoy it. One is that I can earn about three yuan a day by collecting rags. I think most of the working people
People don’t necessarily earn as much as I do, right? On the other hand, of course I hope to receive some old items, and as you know, this is my hobby.”
Feng Wanqing didn't seem to have much interest in those old objects. On the contrary, she could earn about three yuan a day collecting junk, which made her full of curiosity.
In her opinion, they were reduced to collecting rags, and the most they could do was to ensure food and clothing.
"You can earn so much every day by collecting rags? Are you kidding me?" Feng Wanqing seemed a little unconvinced.
Song Wenjing was not surprised by Feng Wanqing's curiosity. Everyone thought so, and she was not the only one.
It may be difficult for other rag collectors to earn three yuan a day, but Song Wenjing, who has been doing this for decades, certainly knows how to maximize profits.
Song Wenjing did not hide anything from Feng Wanqing. The main reason was that the other party was not her competitor, so there was nothing to worry about telling her the little secrets of collecting rags.
Listening to Song Wenjing's explanation, Feng Wanqing went from being curious at the beginning to being convinced in the end.
"I really didn't expect that there are so many ways to collect rags. Xiao Song, I think you are not very young, how could you think of so many things. People say that if you are 360 years old, you will be the number one scholar. I see you
He is the top pick among scrap collectors."
Feng Wanqing didn't mean to look down on Song Wenjing. She really had no experience with this before she felt it.
"Xiao Song, I think you are very smart and flexible. Do you want to consider helping out in our hotel? Don't worry, I will definitely earn more than you do now. How about that?"
Feng Wanqing couldn't help but develop a love for talents. Her restaurant only opened a short time ago thanks to her family connections. Although she had no worries about business, she still lacked personnel.
She had no choice but to go into battle in person, taking on the role of both the boss and the lobby manager. She was very tired and couldn't even take care of her children.
"Sister Wanqing, as I said just now, in addition to making money, the other thing I do is to receive some old items. And this is also my biggest hobby. So, thank you for your kindness. For the time being, I can
Can’t let go yet.”
Song Wenjing rejected Feng Wanqing's kindness, not because he was being pretentious, but because it was exactly what he said. The 1980s was the best time to harvest antiques. In a few years, it won't be that easy.
First, competition will inevitably intensify, and many people will definitely jump out to do this business.
Antiques in troubled times, golden times, and prosperous times. Although the current domestic situation is not yet prosperous, with changes in policies, the economy will inevitably make a big leap.
Song Wenjing has personally experienced this, so there is no doubt about it.
Song Wenjing just hopes to take advantage of the fact that not many people have paid attention to this industry in the past few years, and try his best to harvest a group first and take the lead when others get involved.
In 1987, our country issued the "Interim Regulations on Administrative Punishments for Speculation", one of which dealt with the reselling of cultural relics, gold and silver (including gold and silver products), and foreign exchange.
Regarding such a rule, Song Wenjing specifically consulted his cousin Yiping Ping. His cousin's answer was that if he collected it personally and did not resell it again, it would generally not be a big problem. And as long as no one reported it, they would not bother to care about it.
Reform and opening up have been proposed for several years, and some of the provisions on penalties for speculation have ceased to exist in name only.
In two or three years, when the policy is further liberalized, individual businesses will spring up like mushrooms after a rain. At that time, it will be time for Song Wenjing to change his approach.
But now, Song Wenjing still plans to follow his own pace. Even if Feng Wanqing just asked him to work in her hotel, he directly chose to refuse.
"Xiao Song, I think you seem to know a lot about business. What do you think of my hotel? Is there anything that needs improvement?"
Maybe it was just a casual inquiry, maybe Feng Wanqing really felt that the young man had a lot of ideas. She actually didn’t have much experience in opening a restaurant. She had only been to big cities such as Beijing and Songjiang, and she basically followed the example.
That's how we found this hotel.
She didn't expect Song Wenjing to really put forward any constructive suggestions, she just wanted to listen.
Song Wenjing did not expect that the other party would ask such a question. He was stunned for a while, thought about it, and then expressed his opinion.
“I think there are three most important things for a restaurant: first, since it is a restaurant, the food must be delicious and some of the dishes must be unique, so as to capture people’s taste buds;
Second, the environment and decoration of the hotel must conform to the positioning. Whether you want to be a high-end customer or a low-end customer, you must also have a clear positioning;
Third, service is also the most important point in my opinion at this stage. In our current state-owned hotels, if you go to have a meal, it is as if you owe them money, and sometimes you even feel angry. I am a consumer, not a debtor.
It's a shame. I came here to consume and spend money, but I didn't get the treatment I deserve. This is a big problem."
Song Wenjing casually mentioned some of his opinions. In previous lives, these were things that most hotels needed to pay attention to. But in this era, they are still cognitive issues.
He didn't elaborate on it, he just talked about it in general.
But even so, Feng Wanqing was surprised. He was obviously a talented person, why was he willing to collect rags?
"Xiao Song, can you tell me specifically how to improve it?"
Feng Wanqing blinked her eyes and stared at Song Wenjing's back. There was still a little contempt at first, but now it had disappeared without a trace.
Regarding marketing methods, he had seen too many in his previous life. Even if he had not done it himself, Song Wenjing could easily twist them.
However, the current problem is that there is no shortage of customers for the hotel. There are very few self-operated restaurants in the entire Shuzhou area. Many of them are breakfast shops and the like. It is estimated that there will not be many three-story buildings like Xianhe Tower.
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What needs to be done now is to increase customer favorability and generate more repeat customers. This is the first priority.
Then, these need to involve the three points just mentioned by Song Wenjing.
Song Wenjing did not hide his clumsiness, but told Feng Wanqing in detail what he once knew and saw.
Unfortunately, there was not enough time. The two of them had already arrived at the entrance of the hospital and could only stop temporarily.
"Sister Wanqing, go see a doctor first. Your waist is tight, don't delay."
Song Wenjing held Feng Wanqing's arm with both hands and helped him up the steps. The cart had been locked with a chain, and except for a broken bicycle, there was nothing else on the cart.
Feng Wanqing still had some unfinished thoughts. After listening for a while, she felt like she had a sudden enlightenment.
An hour later, the two finally walked out of the hospital. At Feng Wanqing's request, Song Wenjing helped her onto the trolley again and prepared to send her home.
The doctor has checked it out and it is just an ordinary sprain. Go home, take some medicine, and rest for a few days, and you will recover.
"Xiao Song, continue with the topic just now."
On the way back, Feng Wanqing ignored the pain in her waist and urged Song Wenjing to continue talking about the topic just now.