Catering God

Chapter 17 The plot fell on Jiang Feng
"My daughter is really something. I asked her to come earlier, but she got stuck in traffic." Zhou Fuming looked at his phone and complained.

Jiang Feng sat aside without saying a word.

At the dinner table, we drank for three rounds.

The two chatted casually.

suddenly.

Zhou Fuming asked:
"By the way, Brother Xiao Jiang, I've always been curious. Did you come up with this black duck sauce yourself, or did you learn it from somewhere else?"

Zhou Fuming seemed to be curious, but in fact he was asking where Jiang Feng got the recipe from.

How could Jiang Feng not hear it?

So he answered: "It's a family heirloom."

It easily blocked Zhou Fuming's hope of finding the source.

In fact, even if he told Zhou Fuming the truth, Zhou Fuming would have no way to find the recipe.

Because he didn't know who invented black duck sauce.

To be precise, this marinade recipe has been passed down through the hands of several chefs and improved many times before it became the current version.

Jiang Feng initially learned his skills from a braised food brand in the basin.

He couldn't explain its specific origins.

And when it came to his hands, he also improved it. Later, together with the owner of a food OEM factory, he made this concentrated sauce.

If you make a pot of braising soup according to the original version and then cook it again, the taste will only be richer and richer.

Zhou Fuming was not discouraged. Instead, he put his arm around Jiang Feng's shoulders and said very kindly, "Brother Jiang, you said you were the first to sell black duck sauce. Am I the first one to support you?"

Jiang Feng nodded.

Zhou Fuming’s several braised food stores are indeed his major customers.

However, there is obviously a purpose for making connections at the dinner table.

As Jiang Feng expected, Zhou Fuming soon said with a smile:

"Look at you, you make this black duck sauce every day and deliver it to me. Not only do you make little, but it's also so tiring. How about this, you name a price and sell me the recipe."

Zhou Fuming invited Jiang Feng to dinner today just to buy the marinade recipe he had.

Zhou Fuming's braised food shop was one of the first to start using black duck sauce. Its taste was leading, so its sales continued to rise and reached an unprecedented height.

But gradually, he discovered that the surrounding braised food stores also started using black duck sauce.

There is no need to guess, it was Jiang Feng who put the goods out.

As more and more braised food stores established supply relationships with Jiang Feng, and everyone launched the black duck sauce flavor, the advantage of Zhou's braised food gradually disappeared, and sales slowly declined to a normal level.

Zhou Fuming was unwilling to accept this.

It was impossible to stop Jiang Feng from continuing to sell black duck sauce, so he set his eyes on the recipe in Jiang Feng's hand.

If he could buy the recipe, he could try to improve it and come up with more novel flavors.

In fact, during this period of time, he has been trying to replicate the taste of black duck sauce in the processing room, but he has never succeeded. The taste can only reach 70% at best, which is a complete failure.

Jiang Feng looked at Zhou Fuming, who had ulterior motives, and smiled slightly: "Boss Zhou, I just rely on this black duck sauce to make some hard-earned money."

The implication.

It is rejection.

"Fifty thousand, how about fifty thousand?"

Zhou Fuming stretched out a hand and gestured the number.

Still don't want to give up.

But Jiang Feng still shook his head.

He sold 600,000 just for the recipes of cold-cooked rabbit and cold-cooked duck.

Black duck sauce is obviously more convenient and more profitable, and it is sold for 50,000 yuan... He would only agree to this unless he is crazy.

Seeing Jiang Feng's repeated rejections, Zhou Fuming's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, but after years of doing business, he had already developed good acting skills. His face was always full of smiles, as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Jiang...you said that your black duck sauce is sold so widely now. It's really unfair to us old customers." Jiang Feng took a sip of orange juice without changing his expression.

Put down the cup.

Asked rhetorically:
"Why is it unfair? I make less than ten yuan from a bag of sauce, and do I really have to implement regional protection?"

In the past, he made it himself and could earn ten yuan for a bag of sauce.

Now we have rented a processing room and hired workers.

Including labor, water and electricity, the profit of a bag of sauce is only a few dollars.

He was just a sauce seller. He didn't charge membership fees, didn't recruit franchisees, and didn't set any thresholds.

Maybe when Zhou Fuming bought the sauce, he was laughing at him behind his back.

Now I feel reluctant.

"That's not what I meant. I think scarcity makes things valuable. If you sell too widely, people will think they're worthless. I think we can at least set a certain threshold."

Jiang Feng listened, pretended to have some understanding, and then nodded:
"Hmm...Boss Zhou, what you said really makes sense. How about I collect a membership fee before selling the sauce? Only customers who join the membership are eligible to use my black duck sauce."

"That's what I meant."

Zhou Fuming smiled when he saw Jiang Feng coming up.

I was muttering in my heart: He is really a young boy, so easy to fool.

His original intention was to reduce the number of competitors, but he didn't expect Jiang Feng to actually get it.

"So what's a suitable membership fee?" Jiang Feng made a thoughtful expression. "The main reason is that I think this sauce is too cheap. If it's too expensive, it won't be good either."

Zhou Fuming glared and immediately retorted, "Who said this black duck sauce is cheap? This sauce is simply amazing!"

"Then the membership fee is 8,000?"

"Eight thousand is too little, ten thousand is about right."

Jiang Feng pondered for a while and nodded: "That's fine, then it's settled. Boss Zhou, remember to give me the money."

"Ok?"

The smile on Zhou Fuming's face suddenly stopped.

Seeing Jiang Feng's serious expression, he froze in embarrassment and quickly waved his hands: "Brother Jiang, you're such a joker. We're so familiar with each other. Besides, I'm your loyal customer and the first person to support your business."

He just wanted to reduce the number of competitors without spending a penny more.

"That's right. I'm embarrassed to charge you so much. I'll give you a 20% discount. How about 8,000?"

Jiang Feng always had a smile on his face.

Zhou Fuming only realized it at this time.

He was fooled by the greenhorn boy in front of him.

……

Zhou Mengyao knew that her father and the young man who sold marinated ingredients had a dinner party today.

I had planned to come early, but I was so engrossed in shopping with my bestie Liu Hui that morning, and coupled with the traffic jam, I finally made it to the hotel.

When Zhou Mengyao was paying for the taxi on the roadside, she glanced at the hotel entrance and seemed to see a familiar figure walking out of the hotel.

After she paid the fare, she looked up again.

The man has gone far away.

Only a silhouette is left.

Is that Jiang Feng?
Zhou Mengyao suddenly felt familiar, and then immediately shook her head.

It definitely couldn’t be Jiang Feng.

Her father was entertaining guests today, so he booked a private room in this high-end restaurant.

This is the most expensive restaurant in the city. A meal here costs thousands of yuan, which is half a month's salary for an average person.

In Zhou Mengyao's opinion, it is impossible for Jiang Feng to eat at such a high-cost restaurant given his family conditions.

(End of this chapter)