Seeing the rich woman leaving in anger, the customers in the fruit shop felt relieved.
They are just people who were born well. I don’t know where they got such a sense of superiority.
"Boss, I'll give you three kilograms of these bayberries to try." The man in a suit who originally spoke raised the bayberries he had selected.
Yu Xing'er nodded towards him: "Okay, thank you sir for your help just now, I will give you an extra half a catty at my discretion."
The man burst into laughter when he heard this. The other customers who didn't help Xing'er looked at the man in suit with envy on their faces, and felt more and more that the beautiful female boss of Fuguoyuan was bold and generous.
Zhang Dagang and Yu Xing'er had only been busy in the store for a short while, and all those nimble-legged adults and aunties poured into the store one after another.
These people are the biggest customers of Yu Xing'er's store.
"There are new fruits in the store. These bayberries are good. Let me try them first." A fair and tender old woman pinched a trial bayberry and put it in her mouth.
The bayberry, which I originally thought would be sour, turned out to be sour, sweet and juicy. The old lady's frown gradually relaxed, and she couldn't help but pick up another one and want to put it in her mouth.
"Oh, why can members only purchase five kilograms? This is too little."
As the old lady said this, she happily took the basket on the side and began to select bayberries from it. She also called her old man and little sisters at the same time.
With her in front, many grandfathers and old ladies gathered around, and the bayberries that were originally piled as high as a hill were immediately sold out.
Zhang Dagang was surprised at the purchasing speed of these old people, but he did not expect that not long after they left, more groups of old people poured in.
We were busy until about ten o'clock in the morning, with dozens more members, and all the 100 kilograms of red bayberries had been sold.
Zhang Dagang looked thoughtfully at the sighs of those who had not bought bayberry, and then pulled Yu Xing'er into the office.
"Myolie, those ladies have their own circles. If you offended Mrs. Yang today, it will be difficult for our fruit shop to break into the upper class in the future."
Zhang Dagang also didn't expect that Yu Xing'er would protect him like this.
Now thinking about Yu Xing'er's stubborn appearance at that time, Zhang Dagang couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms again.
But now is a good time to improve the quality of the fruit shop. Zhang Dagang turned around and sat on the stool in the office, looked at Yu Xing'er and expressed his thoughts: "Xing'er, why don't we raise the quality of the fruit shop and add these
The fruit is sold to those who have money."
When Yu Xing'er heard Zhang Dagang's words, a wry smile escaped her lips.
When the fruit stall was turned into the current fruit supermarket, only Yu Xinger herself knew the ups and downs.
It is already extremely difficult to become a small and medium-sized supermarket, but getting your own fruit store into the eyes of wealthy people is even more difficult than reaching the sky.
"Dagang, those people are very picky. I'm afraid this matter will be a bit difficult."
Yu Xing'er only felt that there was no possibility of this matter at all, but she didn't want to dampen Zhang Dagang's enthusiasm.
She really likes Zhang Dagang who thinks about her like this.
Zhang Dagang didn't think this was a problem, but instead took out his mobile phone and dialed the old man's number.
"I have something to ask you, how about a meeting?" Zhang Dagang said concisely and to the point.
The old man over there felt happy when he received Zhang Dagang's call and quickly agreed.
The two made an appointment to meet at a teahouse. In the teahouse's private room, the old man was waiting there early.
Seeing Zhang Dagang come in, the old man's smile wrinkles deepened a bit. He quickly stood up and took Zhang Dagang's hand to make him sit down.
His diligent look made Zhang Dagang's hair stand on end, always feeling that this old man was up to some conspiracy.
"Dagang, have you considered taking on a disciple now?" The old man looked at Zhang Dagang expectantly, his cloudy eyes full of yearning.
Seeing that the old man didn't look like he was joking, Zhang Dagang looked up and down the old man's body.
Looking at the old man who was older than his father, Zhang Dagang really couldn't accept it.
"Master is here, my apprentice Li Jinggao is serving tea to the master." The old man knelt on the ground with his hot legs and handed the tea to Zhang Dagang.
Zhang Dagang was so frightened that he almost spilled the tea in his hand.
"Master, apprentice, I will serve you some tea."
The old man picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Dagang.
He looked at Zhang Dagang as if he had seen some rare treasure.
When he came back this time, he locked himself in his room and thought for a long time. He couldn't remember anything about the capital. Now that he thought about it, the people above were probably afraid that the matter would be leaked, so they erased their memories.
But my memory is blank only for the period when I went to the capital.
Looking around, no one had such ability, so the old man thought of Zhang Dagang first.
Zhang Dagang is like an undiscovered treasure that always gives him unexpected surprises.
He is now over eighty years old, but he seems to have only scratched the surface of traditional Chinese medicine.
The old man was unwilling to give in. After much deliberation, he decided to take Zhang Dagang as his disciple.
He was about to leave to find Zhang Dagang, but Zhang Dagang's call came in first.
The old man, who already had some feudal superstitions, felt that this was fate arranged by God.
"Old man, I..."
The words Zhang Dagang wanted to refuse were stuck in his throat.
He really wanted to recruit a disciple, but Chinese medicine had declined, and the old man in front of him with solid basic skills was really his best choice.
Having accepted an old man who was older than his father as his apprentice, Zhang Dagang could only bite the bullet and accept the cup of tea offered by the old man and drink it all in one gulp.
"I don't have many requirements for you to be my teacher. You just need to remember the twelve-character mantra handed down from your ancestors: do justice for heaven, save lives and heal the wounded, punish evil and promote good! That's all."
Old man, I didn't expect Zhang Dagang to agree so readily. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately danced happily, like a child.
Zhang Dagang couldn't help but chuckle when he saw his appearance, and bent down to help him up. No wonder they all call him an old naughty boy, but now it's perfect to apply it to an old man.
But I also secretly marveled at the old man's persistence in Chinese medicine.
"By the way, can you use your connections to help us promote Fuguoyuan?" After Zhang Dagang finished speaking, he took out a box of bayberry from behind like a magic trick.
"This is Fuguoyuan's latest signature fruit, Fuguomei. Try it." Zhang Dagang pushed the bayberry in front of the old man.
Looking at the moist and plump bayberries, the old man's eyebrows were wrinkled like earthworms: "To be honest, Master, I am most afraid of sour things. Publicity is publicity, can you not try it?"
The old man now looked completely different from the powerful and unsmiling medical sage he had been when they first met.
Seeing his old naughty appearance, the age barrier in Zhang Dagang's heart was completely eliminated.
After all, having such an apprentice who is worry-free and effortless and loves Chinese medicine is much more pleasant to have around.