One early morning a few days later, the student dormitory area of Tianhai University.
The students who had just woken up yawned one by one and rubbed their groggy eyes. After washing up, they picked up their rice bowls and walked out of the apartment building in twos and threes, heading towards the canteen or snack bar to buy breakfast...
Soon, someone discovered that today was different from usual. Outside the south exit of the dormitory area, not far from the cafeteria, there was a tricycle parked with two large bamboo dustpans on it, covered with a thick white quilt. Three
People who looked like students were standing on both sides of the car. One of them was holding a long sign made of cardboard and wood. It could be clearly seen through the iron fence beside the door. It was written in poor calligraphy.
: The steamed stuffed bun man fan group’s love and dedication, the farm steamed stuffed buns are given special discounts and big rewards.
Although the words are not very good, they are very eye-catching and attract the attention of the students.
"Hey, isn't that Chen Rong from the Department of Economics and Management? What is he doing?"
"He is the leader of Baozi Man's fan club, don't you know?"
"I know, there was a clamor on the forum a few days ago about selling steamed buns. I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect it to be serious."
Many people were talking and walking towards the door.
"Rangzi, someone is coming, hurry up and shout." Lin Chuanfeng, who has long hair, quickly reminded Chen Rang that it was his first time doing this, and he was really a little nervous despite the novelty.
"I am the leader of the regiment, and I am responsible for the guidance. You two should shout first. Hurry up and do as I teach you." Chen Liang adjusted his temples and gave orders to his two subordinates.
"Damn, it's all set. Hu Zheng, you come first." Lin Chuanfeng turned his head to the dark-faced Hu Zheng again.
"Hey, let me tell you, there is a lot of noise in the dormitory, and you are making trouble when you get here. Look at me." Hu Zheng glanced at his two companions with contempt, and then raised his voice in front of the approaching crowd.
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"Take a look, take a look, the fan club has given a lot of love, authentic hot farm buns, a big opening bonus, buy one and get one free."
"Damn it! Shut up, where is the last sentence? It's really nonsense." When Chen Liang heard this, he immediately became anxious.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I used the word that the leather shoe store on the street was selling off yesterday." Hu Zheng stopped quickly, despising the owner of the shoe store in his heart. He was bragging about buying one and getting one free, but in fact he was buying a pair.
Leather shoes, get a pair of insoles.
Although they shut up in time, the shouting had already spread, and the first few student customers who came over shouted with excitement on their faces:
"Buy one, get one free, that's great, give me ten."
"Everyone, you heard wrong. Buy a bun and get a discount. It's only 2.5 yuan a piece." Chen Liang quickly corrected him with a smile. Just kidding, these buns are wholesaled from the Shiguxiang main store, and the cost is also high.
Two yuan, if they are sold together and given away, the brothers will not be able to pay it to grandma's house.
"We obviously heard it, but why don't you keep your word?" a male student said dissatisfied.
The companions around him nodded in agreement, saying that they had indeed heard it.
"Buy one, get one free. Buy a bag of steamed buns and get a plastic bag for free." Lin Chuanfeng came up with an alternative explanation.
Those students were very dissatisfied, but customers came in droves and it was no longer easy to dwell on this topic.
"Hey, let me ask you, are these real farm buns? Last month I was outside and saw something called Youyou Farm. I thought it was a branch. But when I went in to eat it, it was completely different.
." A skinny boy approached and questioned.
"As you said, what is the relationship between our fan club and Baozi Man? Can it be faked? Don't worry, it's absolutely authentic and genuine from Youran Farm Main Store in Shiguxiang. If you get a fake, you'll pay ten for it." Chen Liang patted his chest, full of confidence.
said.
"Then let's try one first. If it's true, we'll buy it." The skinny boy continued to make the request.
This request elicited a chorus of approval.
"That's not possible. We have costs to do this. Two and a half yuan is already a very good deal. If we come all the way here, it will save you the trouble of queuing up at the bun shop. Where can you find such a good thing?" Hu Zheng
He made up for his mistake and refused immediately.
"Everyone, if you want to buy steamed buns, please come to the front and queue up. If you don't believe it, please step aside and don't waste everyone's time. The ugly words are up front. We only have these few goods on the bus today. If they are sold out, they will be gone." Chen Liang felt that at this time
The attitude should be toughened and no longer entangled with those who want to take advantage.
As soon as this was said, many people started to line up and pushed aside the greasy guys in front.
After all, the Steamed Bun Man fan club still has a certain prestige, and many of these students have visited the Shigu Lane steamed bun shop. You can tell whether it is genuine or fake by trying it. It is very simple. You must know that although the appearance of the food is easy to be copied, the taste is still the same.
Imitation is not so easy, and its difficulty is almost as difficult as a scientific research project.
Chen Liang waved to the two men and started selling. A corner of the quilt covering the main dustpan was uncovered, and the fat white buns inside were exposed, exuding heat.
The three people divided the work in advance. Those who collected money, bagged the buns or distributed them directly to the rice bowls, and maintained order each performed their duties.
The first customer to buy the buns put the rice bowl aside, eagerly grabbed the buns and took a big bite.
The fluffy and soft dough and the fresh and delicious fillings are indeed the authentic products of the farm bun shop. I was so happy that I didn't bother to take them back to the dormitory, and just leaned against the fence next to me to enjoy them.
The rich aroma spread out at the same time and spread to the crowd, causing a sound of swallowing saliva.
"It smells so good, it really tastes like farm buns."
"Yes, it tastes like this, stuffed with pork and cabbage."
"It's not easy. The fan club is finally doing something serious."
The students were talking and queuing up to buy under the command of the fan group. As for the first few who came over, they were pushed aside and had no choice but to wait at the end of the line.
In just half an hour, a total of 300 steamed buns with two kinds of fillings were sold out. At this time, more people were coming, and the spending power of students should not be underestimated.
"Dear students, the buns have been sold out, let's disperse." Chen Liang shouted to the crowd.
"This is gone? What are you doing with your fan club?" The students behind shouted dissatisfied.
"I'm sorry, it's the first day of opening. I don't dare to put in more goods. There will be another batch during dinner. You are welcome to come over then." Chen Liang saw that he was really conservative this morning and hurriedly explained to everyone.
After a lot of talking, the crowd gradually dispersed.
"Hey, it's really hot, I say go in more." Lin Chuanfeng said, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a tissue.
"In hindsight, when did you say that?" Chen Liang glared at him.
After counting, three hundred buns were emptied, and each one earned 50 cents. With such skill, a total of 150 yuan was obtained. The three of them were so happy that they couldn't help but smile. This is probably the most comfortable work-study program.
"By the way, we have been busy working this morning and haven't had breakfast yet." After being happy, Hu Zheng felt a little hungry.
"Forgot about this, there is not a single bun left. The canteen should be closed now." Lin Chuanfeng also patted his forehead and said.
"Come on, pack your things and go back to the dormitory to make instant noodles." Chen Liang immediately proposed a solution.
After hearing this, Hu and Zheng packed up the tricycle with a sigh.