Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 73 Snack Selection
Li Jiaqiang called Zeng Wenjie out for a private talk. He heard that Zeng Wenjie sublet a store outside the school and spent 150,000 yuan in transfer fees.

"No one is as anxious as you to start a business, right? I think this is not starting a business, it's just throwing money away." Li Jiaqiang said earnestly.

"Don't worry, Teacher Li, I know what I'm doing." Zeng Wenjie said.

There's no way, I'm too young. This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

Li Jiaqiang shook his head and said, "You're still too impatient. Starting a business can't be rushed! Do you know how many college students start businesses every year, and how many fail? You're only a freshman, you don't even know the situation in Fengzhou, and you're so bold as to spend so much money."

Zeng Wenjie said, "Look, the money has already been spent. There's no point in saying this. Why not just trust me and give me some support?"

Li Jiaqiang smiled bitterly after hearing this and said, "How do you want to support me?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "The entrepreneurship base can allocate a space to me for free. I'll open a branch on campus. When it grows, it will be convenient for organizing offices and meetings."

"..."

Li Jiaqiang gave him a deep look and said, "You haven't even opened your shop yet, so why not be so ambitious?"

Zeng Wenjie vowed, "Don't worry, instructor. I will never embarrass you! I, Old Zeng, have never fought such a prosperous battle in my life."

Li Jiaqiang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Little did they know that Zeng Wenjie was telling the truth.

It's only 2006 now, and the most expensive storefront rental outside the university town is no more than yuan. In a few years, if you want to buy it for less than a few hundred yuan, the transfer fee alone will be sky-high!
Three hundred thousand?
Even skipping stones on the water is not enough.

"What kind of business are you planning to do?" Li Jiaqiang asked.

"Selling snacks." Zeng Wenjie said.

"You don't open a supermarket, but specialize in selling snacks?!" Li Jiaqiang was shocked and thought that this student was probably crazy.

Zeng Wenjie said, "My snack shop is different from those grocery stores. When it opens, teachers can bring their children over to have a look and I'll treat them to free snacks."

Li Jiaqiang felt that this kid was very opinionated and would probably not give up until he hit a wall. He could only helplessly say, "My kid has recently developed anorexia. I plan to take him to the hospital."

Zeng Wenjie muttered, "Why not go to KFC and order him a bucket of fried chicken? That'll probably cure him."

Li Jiaqiang didn't hear anything. Seeing Zeng Wenjie mumbling, he said, "As for your business, write me an application and I'll take it to the school leaders. You did an excellent job in the newspaper interview this time, and the principal really appreciates you. If you try hard, it should be approved."

Things like support for college students' entrepreneurship are basically out of the reach of freshmen.

These treatments are only available to veterans who have been in school for more than two years, and they also have to perform well.

Although Zeng Wenjie was not a class leader, Li Jiaqiang heard from the students in the class that he was very humorous, helpful, and had a special liking for the girl named Mu Qingyang.

Li Jiaqiang had never known about Mu Qingyang's incredible feat of getting a score of over 500 despite taking a zero English test. When he first saw this girl, he thought she was just an ordinary girl and thought she might be from a county town or a rural area.

As a result, after Zeng Wenjie "opened the film" for someone, he realized how wrong he was, and at the same time he couldn't help but admire this guy's sharp vision.

How many years of being an LSP would it take to develop such a keen eye?

"But I still don't think there's much hope," Li Jiaqiang said. "You have to be mentally prepared. I don't want to see a bright and cheerful college student lose all hope like this."

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on the young and poor!" Zeng Wenjie hummed.

Mu Qingyang, who had just walked out of the classroom, heard this and couldn't help but smile. She thought Zeng Wenjie was probably also seriously following the "Fights Break Sphere" that she uploaded on his behalf.

Chu Qingbai, the old driver, still has professional ethics and does not inform anyone, so Zeng Wenjie's big account has never been exposed.

Although she was driving a little too fast and recklessly, she was not a gossip.

"I may have to take leave more frequently in the near future, so please be patient with me, say hello to my teachers, and don't hang up on me casually." Zeng Wenjie shamelessly chased after him and said to Li Jiaqiang.

"Alas, studies are more important!" Li Jiaqiang sighed, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

Zeng Wenjie left after just one class, saying hello to the two monitors, Lin Zhenshan and Ouyang Yun. Needless to say, the former gave him a cold shoulder, while the latter rolled her eyes. Shortly after Zeng Wenjie left, Mu Qingyang also asked for leave, saying he had something to go out for.

"Senior, you are here!" Zeng Wenjie came to the door of the store and saw Fu Qianzhu helping to supervise.

"Well, I came here to supervise the work early in the morning. The paint has bubbled in several places and needs to be re-filled." Fu Qianzhu turned his head and said softly.

"Your smile is perfume, which can make yourself fragrant and please others. So, life is short, why not smile?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

Fu Qianzhu finally smiled and said, "It's not as mysterious as you say, Boss Zeng!"

Her smile was indeed not as bright as usual. It was a great achievement that she did not break down after such a series of blows.

Ye Qiansheng slipped out from nowhere, glanced at Fu Qianzhu, and said: "After seeing Xiao Fu, I believed what you said, there are beauties to see."

He doesn't have any bad habits, he just likes to look at beautiful women, and he looks at them openly, which is much more attractive than Xu Chuan's obscene little eyes.

"Brother Ye, you stay here and watch over here. My senior and I are going to the food factory." Zeng Wenjie said.

"No problem, let's open the business earlier. I don't get tired of seeing Fu Qianzhu all the time, but it's not fun after all." Ye Qiansheng said.

Although Fu Qianzhu is from the Department of Physical Education, she is very careful in her work. Zeng Wenjie plans to let her be responsible for product selection in the future.

I hired a taxi and went to several non-staple food processing factories outside the city.

Zeng Wenjie had visited the shop once or twice before National Day and became familiar with the owner. As soon as they met, he began to select products and made additional requirements for some varieties.

For example, the province's most famous spicy potato chips are now only available in large packages, priced at 1.5 yuan per package.

Zeng Wenjie asked that the packaging be made into palm-sized to reduce the loading quantity so that it could be put into the store for bulk weighing.

The most important processing plant was owned by a famous spicy snack brand. Initially, it was unwilling to communicate with Zeng Wenjie, whose purchase volume was small.

What's more, Zeng Wenjie also put forward design requirements, asking them to develop a spicy spicy strips product.

But Zeng Wenjie was thick-skinned and eloquent, and he even invited the person in charge to the club in Fengzhou City to try singing, and finally he managed to negotiate it.

"Can the product really be sold if it's so small and spicy?" Mr. Chen sat on the sofa with a few packets of samples on the coffee table.

Zeng Wenjie nodded and said, "We're all about curiosity. This product will become a hit."

The sample is called "Missing Teeth" and is about half the size of a palm. It has a bright red packaging and a curious composition, and looks quite interesting.

But after Mr. Chen tasted a pack, he, who was from the mountains, was so spicy that he almost cried. He immediately concluded that this thing would not sell well!
Fu Qianzhu acted like Zeng Wenjie's secretary, silently recording the types of snacks in a notebook, and then observing how to negotiate prices, arrange shipments, etc.

After leaving the spicy noodle processing factory, Zeng Wenjie took Fu Qianzhu to the crispy whistle processing factory.

"Can this thing be sold as a snack?" Fu Qianzhu looked at the factory sign, a little speechless.

"Of course!" Zeng Wenjie said, "However, our primary product to increase our brand awareness is still Missing Teeth. Through this product, we can do a good job of marketing and boost our store business!"

Back in the taxi, Zeng Wenjie opened the large plastic bag containing the samples.

Fu Qianzhu was about to take a pack to try. After picking it up and looking at the packaging, he couldn't help but read subconsciously: "Hot pot flavor chicken... 8?!"

The taxi driver was shocked when he heard this and said, "There are snacks that taste like this?!"

"Take a good look..." Zeng Wenjie said slowly.

"Oh... turkey-flavored rice crust." Fu Qianzhu's face flushed and he quickly changed his words.

The taxi driver was very disappointed.

(End of this chapter)