When we returned to the store, we had already passed the end of the day. The employees had already left, and only Zhou Caiyun was busy.
Before Lin Mai could ask how the roasted corn was selling, Zhou Caiyun already spoke excitedly: "Mai Zi, you really made the right bet.
The roasted corn brushed with cumin sells so well, the queue to buy cumin corn is more than ten meters long!"
Lin Mai took the iced sour plum soup she handed over and took a sip: "Are you sure you're not exaggerating?"
Even if Jiangcheng people love to eat roasted corn with cumin, they are not so crazy. The queue is more than ten meters long!
Zhou Caiyun said with a serious face: "You can ask the clerk in our store or the neighbors tomorrow if I am exaggerating.
It is because the cumin corn sells so well that many snack bar owners come to watch.
They also asked where our corn was purchased and how much it cost, probably because they wanted to steal business from our family."
Li Mingcheng poured himself a bowl of iced sour plum soup and was drinking it. Hearing this, he asked: "Then have you told the bosses where we get our corn and how much it costs."
Zhou Caiyun rolled her eyes at him: "You think I'm as stupid as you, and I just say whatever they want."
Li Mingcheng's face turned red when she was scolded by her.
Lin Mai asked the key point: "Since the roasted corn business is so good today, how much corn was sold?"
"Already half sold."
Lin Mai didn't expect the corn to sell so well, and said happily: "Then I can go to the countryside to harvest corn again the day after tomorrow."
The second batch of corn was collected and it only took three nights to sell it all.
In other words, about three hundred corns can be sold in one night.
Even if one cumin corn only earns a dime, three hundred corns can still earn thirty yuan, which is not a small sum.
Master Zhang hurriedly hurriedly and finished the two baking carts she asked for in two days.
Once the roasting cart is ready, roasted corn can also be sold during the day. In this way, three hundred corns a day will definitely not be enough to sell.
Lin Mai returned to his hometown again and brought back three thousand corns in one go.
The owners and wives of the snack bars who lived on the same street as her were all extremely envious when they saw the yellow and tender corn on her tractor.
Since Lin Mai's family started selling roasted corn with cumin, these bosses and their wives have all started thinking about selling roasted corn.
Although they don't have cumin, they can sell roasted plain corn.
For this reason, many people go to the black market to buy corn.
But when we arrived at the black market, we realized that there were almost no corn sellers. The only two stalls selling corn didn’t have much corn, and it wasn’t cheap either.
Some bosses went to nearby villages in the city to buy them, but people in Jiangcheng didn't eat cereals and no one grew them on a large scale, so they couldn't buy much.
A landlady couldn't hold it any longer, so she stopped Lin Mai's tractor and said with a flattering smile: "Xiao Lin, you have harvested so much corn this time when you returned to your hometown."
"Yeah." Lin Mai said with a smile, "Can you give way? I have to rush home."
It was July 15th soon, the day of the high school entrance examination, and she had to race against time to study.
The landlady smiled, but did not give way: "I would like to ask, can you sell me some of the corn?"
As soon as she said these words, the owners of several snack bars standing not far away immediately raised their ears.
Lin Mai shook his head: "Not this time, maybe next time."
The landlady then gave way in frustration.
Lin Mai drove the tractor to the backyard and asked Zhou Caiyun to find four aunts. Starting tomorrow, they would sell roasted corn from a roasting cart in front of their house. One roasting cart sold plain corn, and another roasted cart sold cumin corn.
Zhou Caiyun asked in confusion: "There are only two barbecue carts, why do we need to recruit four aunts?"
"Stupid!" Lin Mai clicked her forehead, "Selling from nine in the morning to nine in the evening, who can bear such a long time? How can we do shift work if we don't hire four people?"
Zhou Caiyun then asked her employees who could recommend four hardworking and willing aunts to her.
Many employees recommended their mothers.
Zhou Caiyun conducted recruitment on the same day and selected four aunts who sold corn.
Ever since the naughty kid stabbed the dog with a wooden stick and went to Jianghan Road to sell clothes at night, Lin Mai didn't take Ah Huang with him.
That night, Lin Mai went to Jianghan Road to set up a stall, but he still didn't take Ah Huang with him.
Zhou Caiyun warned Li Mingcheng: "Ah Huang can't follow him. Maizi's safety depends entirely on you. You have to protect Maizi."
Li Mingcheng responded, feeling that something was wrong with her words~
When the two of them arrived at Jianghan Road, before the stall was set up, Xiaoman came over and handed Lin Mai a beautiful headband: "This is for you."
Lin Mai was quite surprised: "Why did you give me this?"
"I saw that your hair always hangs down and it affects your business, so I bought it for you."
It was hard to reject the kindness, so Lin Mai had no choice but to accept it: "You really care about me, more than my boyfriend."
"Really?" Xiaoman touched her face happily, "Then your boyfriend must be a handsome man."
Fang Zhuoran has been very busy these days, either having surgery or doing projects, and has no time to accompany Lin Mai in setting up a stall.
So Xiaoman never had the chance to meet Fang Zhuoran, so he didn't know that Lin Mai had a boyfriend, let alone that her boyfriend was super handsome.
Lin Mai smiled and said nothing, hanging the clothes on the hanger.
By the way, I took a look at Xiaoman's sock stall, and suddenly remembered that I promised to teach her how to sell socks, but I was so busy every day that I forgot about it.
No wonder she gave herself a hairband, it turned out to be a disguised reminder to her.
Taking advantage of a break in business, Lin Mai walked over and quietly asked Xiao Man the purchase price of each type of socks.
Xiaoman told her everything without reservation.
Lin Mai smiled and said, "If you tell me all the purchase price, aren't you afraid that I will also sell socks and steal your business?"
Xiaoman gave her a blank look: "Are you stupid? How much profit can you make from selling clothes? How can you sell socks?"
Lin Mai pointed out: "Socks like these cost two cents a pair, and you can sell three pairs for one dollar."
Xiao Man was dumbfounded: "How can you do this kind of business! If you set up a stall here to do business, which kind of goods will not double the profit?
If you ask me to sell it at such a low price, can I still make money?"
Lin Mai nodded firmly: "Listen to my sister, I guarantee you can make money with the same mileage.
Didn't you see that my clothes are also on sale for fifty yuan each? They sell very fast and well."
Xiaoman asked suspiciously: "But you can make a lot of profit for two pieces of fifty yuan, right?"
Lin Mai pointed to her few high-end socks and said: "You sell ordinary socks at low prices, but you can sell these high-end socks at twice the price and make back the profit."
Xiaoman worried: "With such a high price, will anyone buy it?"
Lin Mai smiled and said: "Try it."
Once I tried it, the effect was very good.
Others were selling low-end socks for fifty cents, but Xiaoman was selling three pairs for one yuan, and naturally they were robbed.
If you buy it and I buy it, your mind will easily get hot.
Other small vendors only sell high-end socks for one or two yuan, but Xiaoman sells them for two or three yuan, but the supply exceeds demand.
Because of my preconceived impression, I thought all Xiaoman’s socks were of high quality and low price.
Obviously her high-end socks are much more expensive than those sold at other stalls, but no one thought of asking for a counter-price.
Xiaoman sold out all the socks he brought for the first time, and danced with joy. He bought cream ice cream for Lin Mai and Li Mingcheng to eat, and kept praising Lin Mai for his greatness.
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