Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 969 962 Community Group Purchase

Chapter 969 962. Community Group Purchase
From 160 to 110, I lost 40 kilograms in four years.

The weight loss effect is good enough.

Luo Yihang raised his eyebrows at Qiangwa when he heard this.

Qiangwa shook his head frantically.

Pointing at Zheng Xinxin, "Is that because of weight loss? That's because of hunger."

Zheng Xinxin slapped her thigh and said, "I'm really hungry. I'm starving. I'm crying because I'm hungry. I'm also greedy."

"One night, I was craving for steamed buns. I was so craving it that I got up in the middle of the night to make buns. I didn't know how to make them, so I called my mom on video and asked her how to make dough. My mom was so scared that she thought I was possessed..."

This guy forced a pampered young master who had never been to the kitchen to steam buns in the middle of the night and learn how to make dough. How greedy must he be.

"That's right, Chunchan. Do you know who is the most prestigious person in Liuzi?"

Luo Yihang and Qiang Wa shook their heads.

"I can cook. I'm sought after wherever I go, just to try my hometown food. A bowl of braised pork is worth a week's homework. It's no exaggeration."

This is new! Braised pork has become hard currency.

Afraid that the two would not believe him, Zheng Xinxin took out his mobile phone and checked his circle of friends. Many of his friends were still in the UK.

The things posted in the circle of friends, the dough kneading bowl, recipes, cutting vegetables and cooking, are all this. If you don’t know, you would think I went to New Oriental.

What have you done to the children?

"Hey, that's not right. It should be so big, but there shouldn't be a Chinese restaurant?" Qiangwa asked curiously.

"Yes, but it's expensive and they don't do it well." Zheng Xinxin had more to say, "There is also a Chinese supermarket over there, but there are not many things. The storefront is just like a small supermarket at the entrance of a residential area, and it's far away. I went to school in East London, and it took me an hour to take the subway to buy a bottle of soy sauce."

"All the good Chinese restaurants are in Chinatown, which is far away. There are Chinese restaurants near the school, owned by Eastern European bosses and North African chefs. They serve sweet and sour pork with chocolate sauce. Can you believe it?"

Qiangwa and Luo Yihang shuddered at the same time. Don’t even mention chocolate sweet and sour pork. Just thinking about it makes me scared.

And Zheng Xinxin hasn't finished speaking yet.

"The lack of things is one thing, but the main reason is that it's expensive. It's not just the second generation of rich people who go abroad to study. The students studying in the UK cost 150,000 to 160,000 yuan, and most of them are from ordinary middle-class families."

"For example, the school I attend has a tuition fee of 29 yuan a year, and the rent for the house is 8 yuan a month. A breakfast costs yuan, and a cup of coffee costs pounds, and a sandwich costs pounds. If it's a hamburger, it will cost more than yuan."

"Many people really can't afford to live without cooking for themselves and working."

"My family is well off, and I can go back to China once a year. Even so, every time I go back to school, I have to bring two large suitcases and a bag. The backpack contains clothes and other things, and the two suitcases are full of food. I even carry an electric rice cooker..."

This is really pitiful for international students.

It’s not edible, not purchasable and expensive.

As for who Zheng Xinxin is going to sell the things to.

It is also self-evident.

"Are you planning to do business with international students?" Luo Yihang asked.

"Yes." Zheng Xinxin said without any hesitation, "and my business philosophy is very advanced."

"In each school with a large number of international students, I found one or several people with some reputation in the local area to be group leaders. I asked them to set up their own groups to recruit people, and gave them product catalogs. I asked them to collect deposits and do statistics. After the statistics were completed, I prepared goods for them in China and sent them to them in batches, and then they distributed and picked up the goods. I gave each group leader a 5% commission on their respective sales."

...Luo Yihang is speechless, he is indeed advanced.

So advanced.

Isn’t this just a community group purchase? When he first started growing vegetables, Luo Yihang had been thinking about doing this.

This method may be crude, but it works.

It is indeed possible to receive orders first and then prepare goods, which reduces waste and speeds up turnover.
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"Okay, take a look at the goods I prepared for you and compare them with yours to see if it's too much or too little."

After understanding Zheng Xinxin's ideas, I feel that they are quite reliable and not random.

Luo Yihang winked at Qiangwa.

Qiang Wa stood up, took a form and a pen from his desk, and handed them to Zheng Xinxin, "I've prepared everything for you. These are the most. Just write down how much you need. You can pick it up anytime."

They had already done the counting in the morning and listed the goods that could be squeezed out.

Of course, Luo Yihang came here today not just for Zheng Xinxin, but mainly for his own affairs.

The probiotic jelly that Ma Zhitao brought out yesterday is going into trial production.

The Zuike store in Dubai is about to open, and we need to prepare the goods and transport them.

There are also new delicious mushroom products from Qiao Xiaomao. Qiangwa has to arrange production for them.

Zheng Xinxin excitedly stretched out both hands to take the form.

Open your pre-order form on your mobile phone, match them one by one, and fill in the numbers on the form.

In most cases, the quantity he wants is less than what is stated in the form.

Zheng Xinxin was so happy, "Uncle Qiang, Uncle Luo, you are so kind. Thank you so much."

Nonsense, we are one family after all. If we are not messing around, we should support him.

But Luo Yihang still mentioned it, "Go back and thank your dad. Your dad chased me home last night to sell his old face. How can I not give him face?"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely thank my dad sincerely when I go back." Zheng Xinxin's answer was indeed sincere.

They are father and son, how could there be any big hatred between them?

Then, Zheng Xinxin made another request, "Well, can you give me more Konjac? 20,000 packs aren't enough."

"Twenty thousand bags aren't enough?" Qiangwa was shocked. "This is your first batch, so just test the waters. Don't invest too much."

Zheng Xinxin said helplessly: "I am just testing the waters, I am not exaggerating. Many people wanted to join the group but I didn't let them. It's hard for Liuzi. And you don't know how important Konjac Shuang is to Liuzi. This thing is the real hard currency. Every Liuzi's treasure cannot be easily seen by others."

Is it that exaggerated? Qiangwa still doesn’t understand.

But adding another 10,000 packs is not a lot, just a thousand boxes.

After thinking about it, Qiang Wa nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask the production line to work overtime."

Zheng Xinxin smiled happily and promised, "I'll pay for the overtime!"

"Get lost." Qiang Wa scolded with a smile, "I need your overtime pay. There are rules in the factory, don't mess around."

"Hehe." Zheng Xinxin smiled and then pushed further, "Then Uncle Qiang, you can also produce the hot pot base for me. I and my team leader in the UK believe in the quality of our factory. Many of them turn on the factory supervisor's live broadcast every night while doing their homework, and watch it as a slow live broadcast. When the machine is turned on, it feels so good for people with obsessive compulsive disorder."

At night, watch the Overwatch live broadcast? ?
Oh, there is a time difference.

Qiang Wa waved his hands in disdain, as if shooing away a fly, "No, no, why don't you give birth yourself?"

"My family has dough production lines, but we don't have as many machines as you do. The hot sauce line can be used to make hot pot base with a little modification. It's very simple."

"Then come?" Qiangwa was unexpectedly quite looking forward to it.

Zheng Xinxin shook her head frantically, "No, I definitely won't come."

Then he kept muttering, "You don't know how important hotpot base is to Liuzi. When a few people get together to have hotpot, it's both a social activity and a way to satisfy their cravings..."

I don’t know, but it’s important.

I think I said it once just now.

But it didn't work this time. Qiangwa said, since Zheng Xinxin, you don't come to set up the production line, then I will never produce.

Zheng Xinxin was also determined not to go on the production line.

It’s nothing, just hurt.

The second generation of the factory can’t afford the loss.

When he was a child, Zheng Haowei was just starting out.

A son, a dear one, is like a free helper.

Zheng Xinxin is twelve years old and has four years of working experience.

As for the food factory business, he actually knows everything and does it well.

But, I just don’t do it.

Qiangwa just refused to do it, no matter what we said.