Tang Ji thought about making money too simply. After coming out of Linxi Lane where Jiang Ran's home was located, he thought about working as a waiter at a roadside noodle stall, but he was only given five cents a day, and then he went to a restaurant to apply for a job as a waiter or waiter.
He was a dishwasher, but the other party saw that he had a delicate skin and tender flesh, and was afraid that he would not be able to bear the hardship, so he dismissed him with a few words. As a result, he wandered around several nearby streets and could not find a suitable job.
He walked down the street with his head drooped and sighed: "If this keeps up, I might have to clean the toilets of the neighbors, ugh."
"well!"
At this moment, a sigh came from his side.
Tang Ji thought it was his own echo, but when he pricked his ears, he heard the man's sobbing.
He stopped and quickly locked his eyes on a steamed bun shop. He walked over with doubts and stood on tiptoe to take a look, only to find a middle-aged man with a wide body and fat body sitting on a small stool inside the counter, wiping his tears.
After looking left and right for a few times, he said, "Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing the sound, Zheng Daqiang stood up quickly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, squeezed out a smile on his face, and politely replied: "It's okay, sir, do you want to buy steamed buns?"
"Well, I don't have any money." Seeing that the other party was planning to steam the steamer, Tang Ji quickly took a step back and raised his hand to decline.
However, these words seemed to be the last straw for Zheng Daqiang. His face showed sadness again, tears flowed out unsatisfactoryly, and he cried out: "Why? My steamed buns obviously don't taste bad, why do you guys
Don’t want to give it a try? The bun shop is almost a full month old, but there are only a few customers. It is losing money every day. If this continues, it will have to close.”
The sudden burst of tears from the other party made Tang Ji at a loss. If an unsuspecting passerby saw this, they would probably think that he was bullying this honest and honest uncle.
Thinking of this, Tang Ji stopped staying and was about to run away, but heard a deep voice coming from behind.
"stop!"
Zheng Daqiang stopped crying and stared at him with a serious look in his eyes.
Tang Ji was sweating from behind. The poor management of this bun shop should have nothing to do with him. After all, he was just a passerby. He suddenly felt regretful in his heart: "I died for being nosy in my last life. Tang Ji, Tang Ji, why don't you grow up?"
Where’s the memory!”
Although he had thoughts in his mind, there was a smile on his face, but before he could speak, Zheng Daqiang had already taken out a hot bun from the basket and handed it over.
"I really have no money." Tang Ji lowered his voice and reminded again.
Zheng Daqiang's expression softened, and he raised his hand again, gesturing for him to take it: "I don't need any money, this is for you, have a taste!"
Hearing this, Tang Ji had no choice but to reach out and take it. Since he was too full from breakfast, he was not very hungry, so he took a symbolic bite and his eyes suddenly lit up.
It tastes surprisingly good!
Although I don’t know why this imaginary world has the luxury of using pork as stuffing for steamed buns so early, I must admit that the taste is very delicious and the meat filling is very filling, unlike later generations of steamed buns that will be hollow.
Tang Ji took another bite, and finally put the whole bun into his stomach.
"How?" Zheng Daqiang showed an expectant expression.
Tang Ji was not stingy either, giving a thumbs up and praising: "It's very delicious!"
But this also made him feel strange. The steamed buns were obviously very delicious, so why were they so neglected?
Looking at the street with doubts, Tang Ji quickly found the reason. This street was too far away from Fangshi and the main street, and it was in a deep alley. There were two bun shops on the street he just walked on.
, naturally no one will take more than two steps to come in specifically to patronize.
But as the saying goes, "The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley." If the buns of this bun shop are so delicious, the business will surely gradually become popular.
Tang Jizheng was about to comfort Zheng Daqiang, but found that the latter had already started packing his things.
"That's all, as long as someone recognizes my craftsmanship, I might as well work hard for a while. Maybe I'm not suitable for business, so I might as well go back to farming." Zheng Daqiang murmured to himself and arranged the tableware on the table.
Tang Ji seemed to see a future superstar in the world of steamed buns being strangled in the cradle. He suddenly felt very sorry. His eyes flashed and he had an idea in his mind. Seeing Zheng Daqiang preparing to put the tableware into the bamboo basket, he quickly reached out to stop him and said with a smile.
: "Shopkeeper, I can help your bun shop attract more customers!"
After listening to his words, Zheng Daqiang's gloomy eyes brightened up again, and he said excitedly: "Are you telling the truth?"
Tang Ji nodded slightly and added: "But I have a request!"
"But it doesn't matter!" Zheng Daqiang waved his hand. As long as the bun shop can make money, he can take his family to stay in the city.
"You have to give me half of today's revenue as my reward!" Tang Ji smiled. The revenue from the bun shop might not be too much, but it shouldn't be a problem to provide enough food and clothing for dinner.
Zheng Daqiang glanced at the other person. This young man looked quite unreliable, but he exuded a light of confidence. He couldn't help but feel hope. He agreed without any further hesitation: "Anyway, I have been losing money for so many days.
If I can make a profit today, it’s natural that I give you half of it!”
"Okay, cool!" Tang Ji responded. In this way, he not only did a good deed, but also fulfilled his bet with Jiu'er, killing two birds with one stone.
He retracted his thoughts and quickly walked around the counter from the side.
Zheng Daqiang touched his head and asked curiously: "Then what should we do next?"
Tang Ji touched his chin and replied: "If you want to have customers, it is nothing more than word-of-mouth and traffic. Yes, there is also another feature. Needless to say word-of-mouth, your buns taste really good. As for traffic, the location of your store is not good.
It can only be done through drainage, but when it comes to this feature, I have an idea. You do as I say, take out half of the bun and wrap it in oil paper!"
Zheng Daqiang only understood the last sentence of what he said. He couldn't figure out why the buns couldn't be sold, so what's the use of wrapping them in oil paper? Could it be possible to sell them just by wrapping them?
Although he didn't know what trick Tang Ji was playing, Zheng Daqiang still followed it honestly.
Tang Ji stuck his head out and looked at the position of the sun. It was getting late now, so he had to hurry up, otherwise no one would buy buns to eat during lunch time. He asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have any pen and ink?"
"Yes, it's in the house. You can see it when you enter the door." Zheng Daqiang didn't forget to turn around and point out the location to Tang Ji.
"Thank you." Tang Ji walked quickly towards the house.
After a while, Tang Ji walked out of the house, holding an irregularly shaped wooden board in his hand. The ink on it was not yet dry. He walked straight outside the store, placed the wooden board in front of the counter, looked at Zheng Daqiang's progress, and started again.
Walking up to him, Fu Er whispered a few words: "You will put one penny in every ten buns, two penny in every thirty buns, five penny in every hundred buns, and...
....”
After hearing this, Zheng Daqiang's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Are you crazy? Wouldn't that be a loss for my wife and then lose the army!"
"Ah, just do as I say. If you lose, I'll pay for it!" Tang Ji patted his chest and made a promise, then randomly took out a few hot buns from the cage, wrapped them in oil paper and left.
After entering the store, he turned around and said, "Don't forget what I told you!"
Looking at the other person's retreating figure, Zheng Daqiang was a little worried: "Isn't this guy looking for fun with me?"
At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone on the stone counter, and the four ugly words "Baozi Cashback" on the wooden board in front were extremely conspicuous.