I made a dime from selling tangerines and you call me heartless?

Chapter 229: It is better for a stupid person to come up with an idea than for a bad guy to rack his brains.

Things actually turned out just as Jiang Che expected.

The fruit shop in the snack street has good business every day.

A fruit platter that can sell hundreds of copies.

But in reality, it doesn’t make any money at all.

There was even a day when not only was there no profit, but there was even a loss.

The shop owner already regrets it.

But at this point, where is the regret medicine?

"husband."

"This is our account from yesterday, would you like to take a look?"

They are a young couple, their child is just over two years old, and the couple had been working away from home before.

When I went home for the Chinese New Year this year, I talked about my child’s problems with study and discipline at home, hoping that my father would pay more attention to it.

But the old man in their family also has a shop.

He’s Old Xu who runs a barbecue restaurant in the snack street.

Mr. Xu, who runs this barbecue restaurant, is actually quite busy every day and can't spare much time to discipline his children, so he simply persuades the young couple to stay at home.

But what if I just stay at home and eat up all the food?
So Old Xu thought of the fruit platter made by Jiang Che’s Baiguohui.

Business is good every night.

Apart from anything else, their snack street alone has to sell at least a thousand servings every day.

Especially during the Chinese New Year, delivery staff are too busy to handle the delivery.

This is not a small amount.

Old Xu did a simple calculation and felt that this business was profitable. What's more, others had already provided the standard answers, so they could just copy them.

They are going to be a little cheaper than Baiguohui.

Plus the connections that Lao Xu has accumulated in the snack street over the years.

Wouldn't it be booming immediately?

That’s what we discussed.

The young couple also spent two days investigating the snack street and found it feasible.

Then do it!
So he withdrew all the savings he had accumulated from years of working.

Ask Mr. Xu from the barbecue restaurant to donate another 50,000 yuan.

So I opened this fruit shop.

But I didn’t expect that the business was really good and I was very busy every day, but I just wasn’t making any money.

Looking at the account handed over by the young woman.

The man looked at the woman with an unpleasant expression and asked with difficulty,

"We made over 60 bucks yesterday?"

The woman sighed.

"Ah."

"This is because a deliveryman asked for leave yesterday, and his salary was deducted. He only earned more than 60 yuan. If he hadn't asked for leave, we would have lost dozens of dollars."

"How could that be? Isn't our business pretty good?"

The young man couldn't believe it.

“I think there’s something wrong with our business model.”

The woman sat on the chair and answered dejectedly,
"I went to see the Baiguohui that my father mentioned."

"Other people make fruit platters as a side job, their main business is selling fruits. We only make platters, so we definitely can't compete with them."

"and……"

"And what?"

the young man asked hurriedly.

“And their plates are huge.”

"I'm sure they don't get their goods from the wholesale market. Have you seen the news a few days ago? They have a factory, so they must get their goods from the source. Their prices are much cheaper than ours."

“So they can make money selling platters for eight bucks.”

"We can earn at least two yuan or even more per serving, but not only do we pay more than them, we also have to compete with them on price, so we can only earn one yuan or even eighty cents per serving."

“We don’t have any other sales channels yet.”

"Who would have nothing better to do in this snack street and come in to buy fruit?"

"Hubby, I regret it a little. I shouldn't have trusted your father and opened this store."

The young woman said dejectedly.

After hearing these words, the man's expression became even uglier, and he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten dog shit.

This store.

It can be said that all their savings from working over the past few years have been exhausted.

Is this going to go bankrupt?
I just can't accept it.

"No, now that we've done it, we must finish paying this year's rent."

The man gritted his teeth and decided to give it one more try.
"I have to think of a way."

"We can't keep going like this, otherwise we will really lose everything this year."

"Husband, what can you do?"

the woman asked.

"Let me think about it. Since we can't increase revenue, let's cut costs."

"Let me think about it. Let me think about it."

The man racked his brains. Suddenly, he looked down and saw the spoiled fruit thrown in the corner of the stall.

His eyes seemed to light up.

But then he quickly shook his head.

"husband."

"what happened to you?"

"Is there any way?"

The young woman noticed his gaze and asked quickly.

"fine."

"fine."

The young man frowned, and finally pointed at the pile of spoiled fruit and said,

"Wife."

"Do you think these fruits are edible?"

The young woman was stunned.

Looked over,

"husband."

“The fruit is rotten.”

"What if we cut off all the rotten parts?"

The young man said without hesitation.

The young woman was stunned again.

His eyes immediately widened, and something seemed to light up inside.

Cut off.

It seems possible.

Who can say that they haven’t eaten fruit like this at home, peeling off the rotten and spoiled parts?

"It's already a platter, who knows if there's anything wrong with our fruit?"

“This can reduce a large part of the loss.”

The young man said in a complicated tone.

"Honey, is this really okay? Nothing will go wrong, right?"

The young woman looked a little nervous.

"no solution anymore."

"This is the only way to do it."

The young man took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and responded,
"The money we invested cannot go to waste. Even if we don't make money, we can't lose money."

……

South City.

outside the market.

On the roadside street.

The people from Jiangjia Village finally entered the city.

You carry the load on your shoulder and I carry the basket, which is full of ripe strawberries.

Some strawberries were even deformed due to friction and squeezing.

They placed their carrying poles and bamboo baskets in front of them and looked at the passers-by on the street with pitiful expressions.

“Want to buy some strawberries?”

“They are all authentic fresh strawberries, just picked from the countryside.”

"Boss, would you like some strawberries? They're very cheap."

As for the price.

They had already found out about it.

The retail price of strawberries in the city is around 28-35 yuan.

In order to sell their own strawberries as soon as possible.

Their price is all 31 kilograms.

But for many people, the price of thirty yuan per kilogram is still very high.

Therefore, most people just ask the price and then turn around and leave, and very few people are willing to pay for it.

After a few days, each household only sold a small portion.

But there are still many strawberries at home.

How to do?
It has to be sold.

Then everyone can only show their talents.

So the prices were reduced.

Change place if you want to.

Some people came up with a good idea and asked their elderly relatives to carry a small basket full of strawberries to sell strawberries in crowded downtown areas.

The old man was wearing only single clothing.

It's so pitiful. I have to rest after walking a few steps.

It soon aroused the sympathy of many city residents.

……

(End of this chapter)