Everyone asked Master Zhang how much it would cost to make a barbecue cart.
Master Zhang said: "Twenty-five yuan."
Many people find it expensive: "It's cheaper. Your grill is only made of a few pieces of iron sheet. Twenty-five dollars is too expensive. Just fifteen."
Master Zhang is not good at words, but he is good at guarding his prices.
No matter what other people say, he always responds with one sentence: "Twenty-five, no counter-offer."
The neighbors who want to buy a grilled car are all useless.
In the end, he had to say: "There are so many of us buying your barbecue cart, why don't you give us a wholesale price?"
Master Zhang then made a concession: "Then it will cost twenty-four yuan a car."
When everyone saw that he had made a concession, they immediately pushed forward: "It's only one yuan cheaper, which is too little. Let's say twenty."
"Twenty-four, the lowest price."
A group of people talked to Master Zhang for a long time, and he finally gave in another dollar, and finally the deal was made for 23 yuan a car.
There are more than 20 snack bar owners who want to buy Master Zhang's barbecue cart.
Master Zhang made a rough calculation in his mind and realized that he could earn more than two hundred net from this big deal, which made him feel very happy.
Two days later, a rumor spread among the neighbors.
The despicable person who reported Lin Mai for reselling corn was Chun Xing.
Because she shamelessly wanted to order Lin Mai's corn but was rejected, she held a grudge, so she secretly reported Lin Mai in order to retaliate against her.
This rumor was so convincing that many snack bar owners believed it.
Someone deliberately walked around in front of Chunxing snack bar, scolding Chunxing.
Chun Xing was so angry that she wanted to get angry but couldn't do it. They didn't mention her by name, so how could she argue with them? She felt extremely depressed.
Zhou Caiyun and the employees also hated Chun Xing so much that they scolded her every time they worked.
After Lin Mai heard this, he warned them not to scold Chun Xing again, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
Zhou Caiyun was not happy for the first time: "Mai Zi, I don't think you are afraid of trouble, why are you afraid of Chun Xing?
She dares to come to her door to scold her, but there are so many of us who can't scold her!"
Wang Xiaoli understood Lin Mai's meaning: "The boss lady is not afraid of trouble, she is afraid that we have scolded the wrong person and the person who really plotted against her will succeed. She is afraid that she will laugh to death if she hides in the dark."
Lin Mai nodded: "That's right."
Zhou Caiyun and others began to speculate about who might be reporting Lin Mai.
Aunt Hu quickly surfaced.
It was her that Lin Mai suspected.
After the district mayor left that day, so many neighbors gathered in front of her store to analyze who was the despicable person who reported her.
Aunt Hu and Chun Xing were both included as suspects, but Aunt Hu had no reaction at all, which was abnormal.
According to her personality, she would not hesitate to quarrel with anyone who wronged her.
If something went wrong, there must be a demon, so Lin Mai would doubt her.
Coupled with Aunt Hu's character that she must retaliate when she shows her teeth, Chunxing once exposed Aunt Hu in public for encouraging her to report her. Aunt Hu has never avenged her, and it is impossible not to avenge her.
If Aunt Hu reported it anonymously but put the blame on Chun Xing, she could kill two birds with one stone and take care of both Chun Xing and herself.
Although Lin Mai guessed that it was Aunt Hu, the guess was just a guess after all. Without confirmation, she would not act rashly to avoid falling into the truth.
Before I knew it, it was time to remove the sutures from the wound.
After lunch, Fang Zhuoran took Lin Mai to the hospital and personally pulled out the sutures from her wound.
It is very painful to have sutures taken out of the wound, not much better than suturing.
But Lin Mai smelled Fang Zhuoran's body and looked at his strong chest wearing a white shirt, and felt that the thread extraction was not so painful.
After drawing the thread, Fang Zhuoran held Lin Mai's handsome face and looked at it for a long time, feeling full of annoyance.
If I had done the stitches on the little girl myself, I would never have left such an obvious scar.
Lin Mai looked at the inch-long scar on his forehead in the mirror and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, it's covered with bangs, and others can't see it, so it won't affect anything."
"You are still young and can have bangs, but will you still have bangs when you are forty?
By that time it will no longer be suitable to have bangs, and this scar will affect your appearance."
Lin Mai waved his hand: "You are so old, who cares about appearance!"
Fang Zhuoran didn't say anything, but he just felt guilty.
Fang Zhuoran had to go to work, and Lin Mai returned to the snack bar alone.
Zhou Caiyun quickly told her that the district mayor had just sent someone to inform her that if she was free in the afternoon, she should go to the district government because he had something to discuss with her.
Lin Mai turned around and went to the district government.
Perhaps because of the greeting from the district chief, the concierge asked her who she was and let her in.
When we arrived at the district mayor's office, he was still as kind as last time.
He smiled and asked Lin Mai to sit down, and then went directly to the topic: "Nowadays, the rural areas implement a land responsibility system, and it is no longer a collective system.
In addition to paying the public grain, the agricultural products grown by farmers are sold and sold by themselves.
As a result, many farmers are unwilling to sell the agricultural products, chickens, ducks and other poultry they raise to the public, and would rather sell them on the black market."
Lin Mai cursed in his heart when he heard this.
What caused this phenomenon was not the grassroots personnel who used chicken feathers as arrows.
When farmers sell agricultural products to them, they not only look at their faces, but also bribe them.
Anyone who wants to suffer such cowardice would naturally rather sell it on the black market than sell it to the public.
The district mayor continued: "As a result, the state-owned food markets have difficulty operating because they are out of stock.
I want to contract the Jiefang Road state-owned food market to you. Do you dare to take over?"
Lin Mai was so excited that his heart was beating fast.
Agricultural products are easy to sell these days. If all the state-owned food markets on Jiefang Road were contracted to her, she would be able to take off by selling agricultural products.
Although his heart was turbulent, Lin Mai was calm on the outside.
She smiled and said: "It depends on what preferential conditions the district chief gives."
The district chief smiled and asked: "What preferential terms do you want?"
"I only have two conditions. One is that I don't want any of the former employees of the state-owned market, and the other is that I purchase the goods myself."
In the service industry these days, eight out of ten well-established waiters and salespeople have ugly faces and unpleasant words.
If these uncles are left behind, even if she has a lot of skills, it will be difficult to revitalize the Jiefang Road state-owned food market that is about to close down.
The purchasing power of the goods must also be in her own hands, otherwise she would not be able to bring the Jiefang Road state-run market back to life if the superiors sold her rotten and smelly agricultural products.
The district chief was silent for a moment and said: "It's no problem for you to purchase the goods yourself, I can promise you that.
But without those workers, they would all be unemployed, how would they live?"
Lin Mai hit the nail on the head: "But their work attitude is so bad. If we leave them here, the market will not be able to operate at all."
The district chief not only understands this stubborn problem, but also has a deep understanding of it.
Sometimes when he went to buy something, he had to look at the salesperson's dirty faces and listen to their sarcastic remarks.
"Then you correct them."
Lin Mai smiled: "I'm not that capable."
She rolled her eyes: "I have a way to keep the original employees of the state-owned food market from starving to death without having to take them over."