Food Intelligence King

Chapter 15: A Gift of Culinary Information

Through Hu Zhilong's introduction,

Chen Zhou roughly understands that Tianli Vinegar Factory's development strategy this time is aimed at the external demand for vinegar in the catering industry.

The target users for this promotion are small business owners like myself.

For Chen Zhou, this was another good opportunity.

After a while

The girl from earlier brought over their vinegar packets—even though it was just a small package, the brand logo was clearly visible.

Hu Zhilong took it personally, tore it open, and poured the contents into a small paper cup. Then, holding the cup in one hand and supporting the bottom with the other, he presented it to Chen Zhou.

"Mr. Chen, this is our company's classic balsamic vinegar, which has been sold for many years. Please have a taste."

"Thank you so much," Chen Zhou said, though the other party was being a little too polite.

"fine."

After giving this answer, Hu Zhilong maintained his profile smile and the "please try" gesture he had just made.

Chen Zhou couldn't help but glance into the distance.
Sure enough, the assistant was taking pictures of them.

It turned out that he had become part of the other party's work. Seeing this, Chen Zhou couldn't help but smile.

He obediently began to taste it.

The small packets of balsamic vinegar are still smooth on the palate, with a slightly sweet taste. The fermentation products of glutinous rice and other grains provide a unique aroma.

It's not much different from the bottled vinegar at home.

They're probably from the same production line.

However, in terms of taste, it at least shows that the vinegar factory did not cut corners or sell small packages of inferior products.

Of course, as a free trial, its rating could be even higher.

Wait until the other party finishes taking work photos.

Chen Zhou chose to get straight to the point: "Manager Hu, you just said that we can try it for free, so what about small stalls like mine?"

Hu Zhilong pointed to the shelf not far away:

"According to company regulations, only one box can be applied for in principle."

The assistant added, "That's 1800 bags."

After hearing this, Chen Zhou couldn't help but think to himself, "Wow." Even if it's a 10ml packet, 1800 packets would be enough for him to use for a month.

Before Chen Zhou could express his opinion, Hu Zhilong further stated:
"Actually, we still have some individual slots available in our sales department. Mr. Chen, if you can cooperate with us to conduct a follow-up survey, I can give you another box."

No wonder it was said to be in principle; Chen Zhou readily agreed.

"Follow-up survey is no problem, you can come anytime."

The other party then stated that Chen Zhou benefited from the sales, and they were able to complete their sales tasks, so it was essentially a mutually beneficial arrangement. There was no need for such formalities.

Then Chen Zhou could only thank the food information provider for their generosity.

After the on-site registration was completed, Chen Zhou proactively asked, "Is there anything else I need to cooperate with?"

Hu Zhilong has left, leaving only the young assistant.

"Please wait a moment. Our manager has gone to find someone to get your goods. You can browse our exhibition area some more. We'll bring your car up in a bit."

Based on his observations, Chen Zhou had good reason to guess that the other party wanted to take notes on their service spirit of personally helping customers move goods.

Sure enough, as he expected.

When everyone followed Chen Zhou to where he parked, Hu Zhilong replaced the guy who was actually responsible for unloading the goods, saying, "Here, I'll help this guy put the vinegar in the car."

Upon hearing this, the assistant ran a few steps away.

Several close-up shots followed, "click, click."

Chen Zhou couldn't comment on Manager Hu's sales skills, but he definitely had a knack for being on camera.

"Take care, Mr. Chen~"

"See you tomorrow, Manager Hu."

The two sides said their final goodbyes.

And so, Chen Zhou returned with another case of vinegar. It wasn't a wasted trip after all.

On the way, he was driving and thinking to himself that he hadn't been in this business for very long, but he had already made several appointments with other people. The first was Zhao Yilin, his junior colleague from the design institute of his former company.

This guy bet a cup of milk tea on whether Chen Zhou's stall business was doing well or not, and surprisingly, a lot of people actually participated.

Zhao Yilin hopes that Chen Zhou's "thirty-year period has come" will help her win a week's worth of milk tea.

Chen Zhou commented that these people were just bored.

Then there's the matter that Wang Meng, the urban management officer, mentioned yesterday—that he wanted to film a video.

This is business.

The two discussed it via WeChat and tentatively scheduled it for Saturday. The filming plan not only included all the things needed for setting up a stall, but also expanded to include Chen Zhou's entire process from purchasing ingredients to processing and selling them.

And then there was just now.

Chen Zhou arranged a follow-up survey with Tianli Vinegar Factory. They want to come over tomorrow.

"With the intelligence, my days are quite fulfilling."

The next day, after confirming the time and place with his client, Mr. Chen, Hu Zhilong went to the Sunshine City residential complex as agreed.

As a veteran employee who has worked at Tianli Vinegar Factory for over a decade, Hu Zhilong is well-versed in the ways of survival and advancement within the company.

Things that the boss cares about must be done with all our might.

The boss must see your efforts.

Therefore, he wanted to personally visit the steamed bun stall to revisit it. His intention was to demonstrate his commitment to his work by conducting an on-site investigation into the product's sales and usage.

As for taking another small photo to record the work process?
Something convenient.

However, Hu Zhilong didn't really have any expectations for Mr. Chen's steamed buns.

How delicious can a small food stall possibly be?
Furthermore, the company has been distributing vinegar during holidays and festivals for years.

At first it was fine, he was just tired of eating vinegar. Now, Hu Zhilong has no appetite for anything related to vinegar.
There was a bit of traffic when we got to the intersection.

Hu Zhilong honked the horn twice, but there was still no response. So he turned and started chatting with his assistant in the passenger seat.

"Lili, what do you want to eat tonight? I have to treat you to dinner since you're working overtime with me today."

"Really? Brother Long? I saw a steamed seafood place nearby, how about we go there?"

"You're really not being polite," Hu Zhilong said, rubbing his forehead.

Zhu Lili then complained to him:
“If I drive back now, I won’t get home until 9 p.m., and I don’t get overtime pay, so you have to treat me to something nice.”

Hu Zhilong: "Stop steaming seafood, steamed buns are steamed too."

Zhu Lili shook her head: "You're too stingy, boss. We should at least go out to eat, right?"

Seeing that the other party had conceded, Hu Zhilong agreed:

"That's more like it, I can afford it."

Continuing on was proving too congested. The two had no choice but to find a place nearby to park and proceed on foot.

As soon as they came down, they smelled a fragrance.

Zhu Lili sniffed: "It smells like meat buns."

"It smells pretty good."

"Is it the one our client opened?"

A few steps further, the two came across a line of more than ten people.

A clean and tidy food cart.

The stall owner was the person we had agreed to follow up with.