The Supporting Actress System

Jiang Zixi's heart was shaking.

Zhao Xinxin is the hostess, but don't be a crow mouth mistress

Otherwise, she would really spit blood three feet.

They go to the fair once every three days. During these three days, Wu Daniang and others will get income every day, but Xu Aung and others will not,

eat inside and eat outside.

The women who went to sell corn cakes on their back made a lot of money on their first day. They boasted in the village, which made many people envious, but envy was envy, but most people despised them more.

But in fact, most of the aunts had no other concerns. They only made cakes and sold them to Lao Jiang. Wu was more satisfied and continued to teach them how to make mung bean cakes.

Whenever someone has a little thought, she will immediately drive them out.

In the next few days, Auntie Wu no longer taught people to make other cakes. Instead, she stared at them like a wolf all day.

"There are still more people in the village who know how to be grateful."

Nevertheless, there were still a lot of cakes that Lao Jiang had collected. Lao Jiang also sighed:

sure enough, on the second day, many women in the village carried their own corn cakes to the street.

Although The women may not know that the matter will eventually affect the interests of so many people.

Those who only care about the immediate interests and can step on the interests of others without hesitation are really not necessary to stay.

Jiang Zixi has no objection to this.

"This time, those who sell corn cakes on the street will not want to participate in our business in the future. Hum, they are a group of things."

Maybe she was betrayed, so aunt Wu was very angry, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she was:

"well, I haven't taught them how to make other cakes except corn cakes, so they have nothing to sell on the street except corn cakes."

After hearing this, aunt Wu was relieved for a moment and couldn't help admiring Jiang Zixi's broad mind. She said excitedly and angrily:

but the aunts in the village can't do it. They will probably hurt their vitality.

It doesn't matter to Jiang Zixi. She just needs to pick up some more beautiful, better looking and better tasting cakes instead of sending corn cakes to the stone tower in the future.

Not long after that, a corn cake can't even sell a copper plate.

If you stop the loss in time and control the price to a corn cake and buy a copper plate, it's OK, but once they make corn cakes like crazy, they carry them to the town and sell them.

But if this thing appears frequently on the street and more and more people sell it, the price of corn cake will naturally fall.

That's why rarity is the most important thing.

She was able to sell two coppers of corn cake on the street because when she sold it, she was almost monopolized. No one in the street would do it except her.

"Why do you want to do something about it? Do you think this silver is really so easy to earn? "

Jiang Zixi tore a piece of bacon and chewed it:

"Erya, don't you think of a way? When is it that you are so leisurely? "

Seeing that she was still indifferent, aunt Wu was too anxious:

it was impossible to talk about conscience with businessmen.

"It's not a matter of conscience or conscience. It's driven by interests. It's also the choice of normal people."

Jiang Zixi laughed:

"if this is really the case, they are simply too much! You taught us this craft, but now they turn their backs and don't recognize people. They sell cakes on their back in the street. It's really heartless

Auntie Wu was stunned. She thought of these things and became more and more angry:

maybe tomorrow these aunts would refuse to sell them corn cakes and sell them on their own in the street.

When the rest of the auntie heard aunt Xu and Aunt Li say these things, they will surely be moved.

They made their own corn cakes and sold them on the street. They were two copper coins. When she collected them, they collected them one by one.

"Our business is not something she can steal if she wants to. Now what we should really think about is how many aunts you teach can stay."

Jiang Zixi sat back, tore off a piece of lean bacon and put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully:

"I said, Erya, do you have any heart? She is robbing our business! You're not angry about that? "

Aunt Wu's attitude towards Jiang Zixi was both helpless and angry:

otherwise, she would not be able to explain to the owner of the stone building.

"If she wants to sell it, she will sell it. As long as she can't make flower cakes, it will be fine."

Jiang Zixi laughed innocently:

"they said that they could sell two coppers for a corn cake. Today, they made 78 or 80 coppers in one day. Now they are boasting in the village."

She pointed her fingers:"It's sister Xu and widow Li. Didn't I say that they like to steal our pastry outside the door? Now the tacos they secretly learned to make are so good that they actually make them themselves and sell them to the town. "

After a long time, aunt Wu said, "what's the matter?"

"Erya, I knew you were here. Something happened! You should follow me to have a look

At this time, aunt Wu suddenly ran from a distance:

JIANG Zixi's eyes drooped slightly, she now Maybe not even a real person.

What's the point?

Zhao Xinxin thought for a moment: "the son Xi, He Zi also. There is a saying in the book of songs, Tang Feng and preparation: "Zi Xi Zi! What a good man! " Er Ya, your name doesn't mean anything

"Jiangzi."

"Erya, what was your name when you were in modern times

She took a deep breath and let go of Jiang Zi Xi and asked:

"Er Ya, you are really a big fool."

Zhao Xinxin's eyes trembled and her eyes became red. She put her hand around Jiang Zixi in her arm:

so she didn't want to take out her silver, so no one was qualified to let her take it out.

Even in the meantime, she had to find a way to deal with the villain's malice.

Zhao Xinxin is really rich, but the silver is earned by Zhao Xinxin. When others quarrel over several copper plates, she is working hard to cultivate the land and weed.

"No, where did such things come from? What's right or wrong? It has nothing to do with selfishness. If I force you to give money, then I am called selfish. In modern times, what is it called By the way, moral kidnapping. "

Jiang Zixi was stunned and then shook her head with a smile:

"Er Ya, do you think that I am a selfish and heartless person who can't afford to build a private school? Even if they are rich, they don't want to help others

After Zhao Xinxin said that, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Zixi with a complicated light in her eyes:

seeing that Zhao Xinxin was not willing to pay, Jiang Zixi did not say much. This kind of thing was originally based on the individual's ideas, and the decisions were naturally different due to different ideas in her heart.

In comparison, it was even more cost-effective to sell it to old Chiang than to sell it on the street.

The women were not willing to accept it, so as soon as they arrived at the market, they tried their best to make corn cakes. At first, they could earn a lot of money,

but gradually, the corn cakes could not sell two copper plates, but were pressed to one copper plate, and even the trend of low price.