Isn't this Cui Ji, the business tycoon from the previous life?
What a coincidence this world is!
Suhang quickly pulled Luo Linger and walked towards Cui Ji.
Cui Ji was not very old at this time, only in his twenties. Although the clothes on his body were clean, there was an inconspicuous patch on one place.
There is no innocence of youth on his face, but a bit of maturity that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Just as Su Hang and Luo Ling'er came over, Cui Ji pushed the cart to the door of another dim sum shop and walked in with his bag on his back.
"Boss, these are fresh persimmon cakes. They are all handmade. Please help me sell them and I will give you money."
Su Hang and Luo Ling'er stood at the door and saw that the boss was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with two pieces of persimmon cakes placed in front of him.
One piece obviously took a big bite.
Cui Ji pleaded: "Boss, my persimmon cakes are made from the freshest persimmons. I personally select each persimmon, and the manufacturing process is also very clean."
The boss waved his hand: "Young man, it's not that I won't sell it to you, it's because we have strict inspections here. You are a personal workshop without a business license issued by the above. Even if it is clean, I don't dare to sell it? What if I sell it?
If someone finds out, I won’t be able to eat and walk around, so please don’t embarrass me."
Chui Ji had no choice but to walk out of the store with a disappointed look on his face.
Su Hang took a deep look at him, and some memories appeared in front of his eyes.
Cui Ji is an extremely smart young man, with a very flexible mind and good business skills.
In his last life, he met a fellow villager and sold all 200 kilograms of persimmon cakes to this fellow villager, making about a hundred yuan.
This one hundred yuan was his initial capital to gradually become a business tycoon.
But in this life, everything has just begun, and Cui Ji doesn't even know the importance of a business license.
God allows him to be reborn, maybe he can change some things?
Thinking of this, Su Hang said to Luo Ling'er: "Ling'er, you go inside and pick something, and we'll take it back to give it to the family to try."
Luo Ling'er nodded and walked into the store.
Seeing a customer coming to the door, the boss quickly put down the persimmon cake in his hand and greeted Luo Ling'er warmly.
Suhang, on the other hand, walked up to Cui Ji.
At this time, Cui Ji looked depressed, maybe because he hadn't eaten. Suhang could clearly hear his stomach growling.
Su Hang shook his head, sat next to Cui Ji, and took out two buns from his bag: "Eat it to fill your stomach."
Looking at the big meat bun in front of him, Cui Ji swallowed hard.
However, he was also a man with strong self-esteem and flatly rejected Su Hang: "I'm not hungry."
Su Hang didn't expose him. He glanced at his backpack and the trolley next to him: "Are they filled with persimmon cakes?"
Cui Ji was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"They are all fresh, but they cannot be sold. If we don't get them out, they may be sold, and my family's hard work for several days will be in vain."
There was a hint of sadness in Twiggy's tone.
Su Hang thought for a while, "If you sell it, how much can it cost?"
Cui Ji was stunned, and then quickly said: "I have a total of two hundred kilograms here. According to the current market price, it is fifty cents per kilogram. I can sell it for one hundred yuan, which is equivalent to two months of living expenses for our family. Unfortunately, it is not available now."
No one dares to accept my persimmon cakes."
"Suhang, I have chosen."
Luo Linger walked out with a big bag of snacks, smiling.
Su Hang quickly took the bag from her hand: "Ling'er, this is my new friend."
Luo Ling'er smiled and nodded at Cui Ji.
Cui Ji was slightly startled, but still waved his hand politely.
Su Hang said: "I can help you sell these persimmon cakes."
Cui Ji stood up with a shocked look on his face, and held Su Hang's hand emotionally: "Big boss, can you... really help me?"
Su Hang nodded: "My name is Su Hang."
Cui Ji was emotional: "My name is... my name is Cui Ji, Boss Su. If you help me sell it, I can... I can give you a commission."
Regarding the favor fee, Suhang never thought about it at all. What he wanted was for Cui Ji to do things for him in the future.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a place."
Cui Ji thought for a moment. If he stayed here, the boss wouldn't accept his persimmon cakes. Why not... give it a try.
He pushed the car and followed Su Hang forward.
Suhang quickly took him to the state-owned processing factory.
If he remembered correctly, there was a food processing factory department inside.
Only after passing the review here can things be sold outside.
But you can also sell things to this department, which will review and package them, and then send them to designated places for sale.
After giving the old gatekeeper a pack of cigarettes, the three of them from Suzhou and Hangzhou walked into the factory smoothly and arrived at the gate of the food processing factory.
It was the first time for Chui Ji to come to a place like this and he was a little nervous.
"Boss Su, let's go, otherwise we will be kicked out."
Su Hang smiled and waved: "Believe me."
After a short effort, a woman wearing white overalls came to the three of them and asked, "What do you want to give me?"
"We are delivering persimmon cakes." Su Hang said with a smile.
The woman nodded: "Open it and let me see."
Su Hang quickly waved to Cui Ji.
Cui Ji immediately understood what he meant, quickly opened the bag, took out a few pieces of persimmon cakes, and presented them to the woman.
The woman took a look and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good, how much do you want to sell it for?"
Just as Cui Ji was about to speak, Su Hang's voice sounded: "One yuan per catty."