At the end of the day, Yang Xuan was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms. He usually prepared a hundred portions, but today when the new store opened, he didn't limit the quantity. As a result, he was busy until dark.
This is the result of Xiaomei and Xiaolan's help, otherwise Yang Xuan would have to lie down from exhaustion today.
"There's nothing easy about making money." Yang Xuan comforted himself, and then prepared to take the money box inside and count it.
But he never expected that when he just mentioned it, the money box would not move at all.
"Xiaomei Xiaolan, come here to help."
Yang Xuan was a little confused. How much did this cost? It couldn't be carried.
Of course, the main reason was that his arms were too sore.
It was a bit difficult for Xiaomei to carry the money box by herself, so it took two of her and Xiaolan to lift the money box to the table.
"Close the door and count the money."
There was a crashing sound, and the money from the money box was poured out, covering the entire table. This was the Eight Immortals table.
There were ten piles, and it took me more than half an hour to count them all before I could count them clearly, which was a total of six thousand three hundred and seventy cents.
In other words, he sold six hundred and thirty-seven pretzels today.
After deducting costs, we made nearly 6,000 yuan.
Xiaomei and Xiaolan also couldn't close their mouths.
"Young Master, you are so amazing. You have made a profit from me this day."
Yang Xuan rolled his eyes. That's what's bad about cheap goods. They are uneducated. What do you mean by making money a day?
"I told you to call me shopkeeper, don't call me young master." Yang Xuan muttered. To be honest, young master sounded pretty good, but he was starting a business after all, so calling him shopkeeper seemed more formal.
"Let's go eat." Speaking of which, he didn't even eat lunch today and was already so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Yang Xuan couldn't wait to start cooking at this hour.
When I opened the door of the shop, I saw Shopkeeper Zhou who was still looking over here.
Shopkeeper Zhou completely overturned his three views today. After so many years of doing business, his store has never seen such a sensational scene.
Yes, it was a sensation. The queue of people almost blocked the entire Guangfu Street.
Even his noodle shop got a lot of credit. Some people queued up and couldn't leave to eat, so they ordered a bowl of noodles from his shop and ate it while queuing.
Today's income is 30% more than usual.
However, I made a rough estimate of Yang Xuan's income. One person is ten cents, so if there are hundreds of people, wouldn't it be thousands of cents? Thinking of this, shopkeeper Zhou is so jealous that his stomach is full of acidosis.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, here are three bowls of beef noodles. If you add more beef, just give it ten cents a portion."
Yang Xuan was so hungry that he didn't bother to leave anymore, so he led Xiaomei Xiaolan directly into Zhou Ji Noodle House.
"Hey, shopkeeper Xiao Yang, you are here to take care of my business. That little shop is really flourishing."
"As I said, didn't you take care of my business today?"
Okay, I choked again. It seems that it is impossible to get some verbal advantage from shopkeeper Xiao Yang.
After ordering the waiter, Shopkeeper Zhou rolled his eyes a few times, but still couldn't help himself. Before the noodles were served, he shamelessly sat down opposite Yang Xuan.
"Shopkeeper Xiao Yang, is business good today?"
"Thank you for your good advice, it's all right."
"Shopkeeper Xiao Yang, you are so humble. The people queuing up today are all at my door. It's such a huge crowd. Tell me, how much did you earn today?"
"I don't know, I haven't settled the accounts yet."
This kid's lies come out as soon as he opens his mouth. Shopkeeper Zhou could really hear the sound of coins falling on the table.
However, he didn't dwell on this. He rolled his eyes and asked again: "Shopkeeper Xiao Yang, your biscuits sell for ten cents each, and so many people are vying to buy them. Do you have any secrets?"
"Of course there is a trick." As he spoke, the noodles were served. Yang Xuan picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the bowl of noodles and said, "But, shopkeeper Zhou, can you tell me the recipe of your noodles?"
This week’s noodle shop is also a time-honored one. To be able to open a noodle shop on Guangfu Street must be something special.
People in this era don't have so many marketing methods. What can stand out is nothing more than outstanding taste.
Then his noodles must have a secret recipe.
In this era, a craft or a secret recipe is a means to support the family. Some families even have the rule of passing down the inheritance from male to female, simply because they don’t want the secret recipe to be leaked to people with other surnames.
The disciples of the church starve their master to death. This is not just talk.
When Yang Xuan said this, shopkeeper Zhou could only smile: "Then please use it slowly, use it slowly."
I have to say that the noodles at Zhouji Noodle Shop taste really good this week, the noodles are chewy and the portions are on point.
The beef noodles cost ten cents each. The beef noodles were piled so high that the three of them could not stand up.
What surprised Yang Xuan was that two girls, Xiaomei and Xiaolan, who were twelve or thirteen years old, also ate all the food.
This appetite is bigger than that of a half-grown boy like myself.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, settle the bill." Yang Xuan took out thirty coins and put it on the table.
Shopkeeper Zhou came over quickly and said with a smile on his face: "No, no, I'm treating you today, so I would like to congratulate Shopkeeper Xiao Yang on your successful business opening."
"How can this be done? I, Yang Xuan, am the one who eats without paying for it?"
"Oh, we're all from the neighborhood, so there's no need to be so polite. Besides, if you take advantage of me today, my business will be better than before."
"No, no, this code is the same code."
"Shopkeeper Xiao Yang, just give me some face."
No matter what Yang Xuan said, shopkeeper Zhou refused to accept the money, and Yang Xuan had no choice.
It seems that the shopkeeper this week is also a good person. In just a short time, his thinking has changed. Shopkeeper Xiao Yang is obviously not a stupid son of a landlord, so why bother to offend others needlessly.
After all, he is a businessman, and everything comes first.
In the next three days, there will be no limit to Yang Ji Xian's delicious food. They will sell as many servings as there are people who come. It is not like the previous limit of 100 servings per day.
In the past two days, every time it was meal time, the Zhou Ji Noodle House opposite would ask the waiter to bring three bowls of beef noodles.
If Yang Xuan and the others are too busy and have no time to eat, they will help take care of them.
In such a busy situation, Yang Xuan could not refuse the kindness of others. When he went to pay after closing time in the evening, the shopkeeper still refused to accept the money that week.
I have to say that Shopkeeper Zhou's move really hit Yang Xuan's weakness. That's how he is. He accepts favors but not hard ones. Since he has accepted favors from others, he will definitely repay them if he has the opportunity in the future.
On the fourth day, a notice was posted at the door of Yang Ji Wei Xian, which stated that the purchase limit was 500 servings per day, while supplies lasted.
In fact, if hunger marketing is brewed to this extent, it can be shipped in unlimited quantities, but Yang Xuan has other ideas.
Although the cost of Hu cakes is very low, when doing business, you can’t just count the cost of the product, but also the cost of time.
Yang Xuan's time is very precious. If the supply is unlimited every day, how can he have time to study other businesses?
After all, just a pretzel cannot demonstrate Yang Xuan's business talent.