Regardless of the heavy snowfall, customers formed a group and rushed to Fuduoduo Food Market.
Before I even got there, I saw some aunties and uncles walking out of Fuduoduo carrying rice, flour, oil, Chinese cabbage, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other agricultural products.
Especially the small piece of pork and a few eggs they were carrying were particularly eye-catching.
Those customers stopped the group of adults and asked: "Is it true that the prices of all the products in Fuduoduo Market have not increased?"
The uncles and aunties nodded one after another: "There's really no price increase, it's just purchase restrictions."
As soon as the group of customers heard about the purchase restrictions, they immediately quickened their pace, fearing that they would be late and not be able to buy anything.
But the snow was so deep that even if I quickened my pace, I wouldn't go any faster.
When they arrived at the door of Fuduoduo Market, they were stopped by two male employees standing at the door.
An old man with a hot temper yelled: "What do you mean? You won't let us in to buy anything?"
A male employee explained patiently: “It’s not that we don’t let you in to buy things.
In order to prevent everyone from rushing in and causing a stampede, Mr. Lin had the main door closed and only the small door opened.
The small door only lets 500 customers in according to the number plate at a time to make purchases."
The male employee pointed to the group of people gathered at the small door: "Did you see that those customers are the next batch of customers who are about to go in? They all have number plates in their hands."
Some people were anxious: "You should give us number plates too."
"When the customers inside come out and return their number plates to us, we will have the number plates for you." The male employee explained with a smile.
An aunt was unhappy: "If the customers inside keep buying, don't we have to wait for a long time?"
"It is impossible to buy non-stop. We not only limit purchases, but also limit the time. Each batch of customers can only stay inside for 20 minutes."
The group of elders and aunties just shut up and waited outside honestly.
Lin Mai arranged for 500 people to enter in groups, not only to prevent stampedes, but also to guard against customers trying to fish in troubled waters.
When there are too many people, the employees are overwhelmed, and some people take the opportunity to sneak out with supplies.
Those people can take out everything from melon seeds and candies to entire bags of grain.
He stole two handfuls of melon seeds and a handful of candies, put these little things in his pockets and took them out.
But how the big bag of grain was stolen, Lin Mai couldn't figure out.
Their products are not profitable to begin with, and if they are stolen, it will be a huge loss.
Lin Mai didn't want to be spoiled by those who took advantage of him.
But at this time, there are no barcodes or alarms, so even if you want to catch those customers who are greedy for cheap, you won't be able to catch them.
Only then did she come up with a way to let customers enter the market in batches to shop.
With fewer customers, employees will not be too busy and they will keep a close eye on customers.
Those customers who want to steal the goods will not be easy to do so, thus reducing the loss of goods.
After a while, a group of customers walked out of Fuduoduo Market in an orderly manner, carrying their hands and shoulders.
When you pass by the two male employees, hand your number plate to them.
The waiting adults and aunts all stared at the number plates in their hands, eager to grab them.
After the batch of customers who had just bought something all left the Fuduoduo Food Market, the small door of the Fuduoduo Food Market immediately opened and let in the group of customers who had taken their number plates.
The two male employees immediately handed out number plates to the group of adults and aunts waiting at the gate.
In the end, there were only 497 number plates. Obviously, one of the customers who just came out did not hand over the number plate.
At the back of the queue were three aunts. They didn't get their number plates and were so anxious that they almost cried.
At their age, it is not easy for them to walk with everyone from Chaoyang District to Fuduoduo Market, but they can't buy anything cheap. Can they not be anxious or sad?
The group of adults who came with them and got the number plates only looked at them sympathetically and then went to the small gate to wait.
The two male employees quickly comforted the aunts and told them not to worry, they would issue them a temporary number plate.
An employee took out three small pieces of cardboard from his pocket, stamped his personal seal on them, gave one to each of the three aunts, and asked her to wait at the small door.
The aunts took the small piece of paper and asked worriedly: "Will this piece of paper work?"
They saw that the number plates received by those people just now had numbers on them and were stamped with the official seal of Fuduoduo Market, which was very different from their temporary number plates.
The male employee smiled kindly at them and said, "If it works, come to me if it doesn't work."
Those aunts then burst into tears and laughed: "You Fuduoduo are so thoughtful, you even thought of a temporary number plate!"
The male employee said: "We didn't think of it, it was our boss Lin who thought of it."
The three aunts took the temporary number plates and happily went to the small gate to wait.
Twenty minutes later, it was the turn of the uncles and aunts to enter the Fuduoduo market.
Everyone was a little excited, and as soon as the small door opened, they rushed in.
As soon as I entered, I found that the prices were really cheap.
Rice only costs two cents a pound, and flour only costs twenty-five cents.
Three pieces of pork belly and three pieces of pork ribs.
The meat is fresh, and the grains and oils are also new that year. The selling price is only five cents more expensive than the state-owned frozen pork and aged rice and aged oil. It is really a conscience price that does not make money.
But the problem is that there is not much grain and oil left in the grain and oil section, and the fresh food section is almost sold out.
The uncles and aunties were very disappointed and complained one after another: "They are almost sold out, and they made us wait outside for so long. It's too much!"
Lin Mai has not left since he arrived at Fuduoduo Market in the morning.
At the moment, she is patrolling the market. Wherever she needs help, she is there to lend a hand.
Hearing the complaints from those uncles and aunties, he quickly pointed to a few employees who were pulling grain and oil in through the back door with trucks and said: "Everyone, please don't be impatient, we are loading the goods."
Just a quarter of an hour ago, the second batch of supplies that Zhao Liang sent to Shijiazhuang had been transported to the back door of the market by drivers.
Lin Mai is confident that he can serve until eight o'clock in the evening today.
The old men and women stopped complaining and went to buy grain and oil.
At this time, a quarrel came from the always orderly milk powder section, followed by a crisp slap in the face.
Lin Mai was stacking a cart full of cabbages brought in by an employee on the ground.
Seeing this, he put down what he was doing and walked over, asking the employee responsible for selling milk powder what was going on.
The milk powder seller was a middle-aged female employee. She had red eyes, covered half of her face, pointed at a well-dressed middle-aged woman with short curly hair, and said aggrievedly:
"This comrade wanted to buy milk powder. I asked her to show her the number plate for buying milk powder. She couldn't get it, so she just yelled and slapped me~"
The woman with short curly hair shouted: "Didn't I tell you? I accidentally lost the number plate I used to buy milk powder. Why don't you sell me milk powder?"
Lin Mai's face turned cold: "Just because you don't have a license plate to buy milk powder, of course I can't sell you milk powder.
It's a big deal that you lost your number plate.
You go shopping, tell the salesperson that you have lost your money, and ask the salesperson to sell you something, and you will see who sells it to you!"
The woman was angry: "Are you using strong words? Losing my number plate and losing my money are two different things."
The customers waiting in line behind the woman to buy milk powder criticized the woman: "Lost the number plate, lost money, aren't they all lost things?
Why are they not the same thing? The landlady was right.
It’s obvious that I’m just arrogant and arrogant, yet I still want to beat him up!”
Lin Mai said to the curly-haired woman: "When we ordered milk powder for customers who needed milk powder, they all registered.
You state your home address, your name and your baby’s name.
Let us check it for you, and if it is true, we will sell you milk powder."
Lin Mai made a bet that this short-haired woman did not have a license plate to buy milk powder, but deliberately pretended to be one, so he enlisted her.
The woman with short curly hair suddenly panicked, bluffing and cursing: "Isn't it just a bag of milk powder? If I don't buy it from you, I'll go to Huimin Market to buy it!"
After that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Lin Mai grabbed his arm: "You hit someone and scolded them, and you want to leave?"
The short-haired woman shouted in a stern voice, "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Lin Mai chuckled twice: "Of course, call the police. My employees can't let you call the police in vain."
She told a male employee to go to the office and call the police.
The male employee turned around and ran to the office.
When the woman with short curly hair saw that the matter was getting serious, she became even more panicked: "I'll apologize to your employees."
Lin Mai shook his head: "An apology is far from enough. We must at least compensate our employees fifteen yuan in comfort fees."
When the woman with short curly hair heard that she wanted money, her face darkened: "I think you guys are crazy about money.
If you want to call the police, call the police quickly, I will report to the police that you are blackmailing me!"