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Chapter 205 How dare you ask for 30 yuan for 8 grams?

When Xu Damao and Yi Zhonghai heard that Han Weimin directly rejected Haishan, they felt a little discouraged.

But Yi Zhonghai was eager to use this magical secret recipe to change his family status, so he said to Han Weimin kindly: "Xiao Han, do you think this will work? I will spend money to buy your seasoning, and you can tell me a price."

Han Weimin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he heard this.

I have to say that Yi Zhonghai is pretty good at it.

Han Weimin also intends to sell some of these ingredients.

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Han Weimin nodded and said, "That's okay."

Yi Zhonghai was very happy when he heard this.

"Xiao Han, I can accept the price you're offering as long as it's not too outrageous."

"I also know that your seasoning is definitely different from ordinary ones."

"It's natural that the price is higher."

After hearing that Han Weimin agreed to buy it with money, Xu Damao and Haishan were also interested in buying it.

It's just that they all like to have salt on their hands and don't want to pay for anything.

Han Weimin thought for a moment and said: "Let's do it, 30 grams, 8 yuan."

Han Weimin gave a preliminary price.

In fact, the condiments he used were not expensive, and eight yuan could buy two kilograms.

Two pounds is equivalent to 1000 grams.

After Han Weimin's special combination and grinding, it can be sold for more than 240 yuan.

Of course, the premise is that someone can afford it.

In this courtyard, Yi Zhonghai is the richest group of people.

Of course he can afford it.

Han Weimin also set this price based on Yi Zhonghai's actual situation.

After hearing this quotation, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but tremble.

30 yuan for 8 grams, I have to say, this price is a bit outrageous.

30 grams of seasoning, if you add 5 grams each time you cook, you can only add it 6 times.

After calculation, the price of each dish is approximately 1.33 yuan.

I have to say, this is almost as good as the price of stir-fried dishes in big restaurants.

Although Yi Zhonghai has now been rated as an eighth-level fitter, his salary is more than fifty yuan.

But such a small item cost eight yuan, which still made him particularly hesitant.

Xu Damao's brows twisted into knots at this time.

He shouted at Han Weimin: "Han Weimin, aren't you committing robbery?"

"How dare you ask for 30 yuan for 8 grams?"

"You are more of a bandit than a bandit."

Haishan also thought it was expensive, but he was not as rude as Xu Damao.

Han Weimin turned his head and looked at Xu Damao with cold eyes.

Xu Damao felt the chill in his eyes and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Han Weimin said in a deep voice: "Xu Damao, did I ask you to buy it?"

"If you can't afford your special number, just shut up."

Xu Damao was so angry that he pointed at Han Weimin and was speechless for a moment: "You"

At this time, a stronger fragrance wafted out of the Han family house.

This smell once again made the three of them intoxicated.

After a battle between heaven and man, Yi Zhonghai finally gritted his teeth and said solemnly to Han Weimin: "Han Weimin, I agree. As long as you sell me 30 grams of spices, I will give you 8 yuan!"

Saying that, Yi Zhonghai rummaged in his pocket for a long time, but he only found fifty cents.

He looked at Han Weimin and said, "Just wait, I'll go home and get the money."

8 yuan is not a small amount of money in this era. Unless you are extremely rich or belong to the cadre class, basically no one goes out with so much money.

Han Weimin turned around and went back to prepare the spices.

The spices he ground just now weighed at least fifty grams.

It might be a good idea to even out 30 grams and sell it to Yi Zhonghai.

The Han Wei family owns a medical clinic, so they always have small scales for weighing medicinal materials.

He pretended to be rummaging in the cabinet, but in fact he took out a small scale from the portable pharmacy.

Then Han Weimin began to pour medicinal materials from the paper bag where Qin Huairu put the spices.

Qin Huairu was stir-frying the dishes and couldn't help but be confused when she saw this scene. “Brother Weimin, why are you still qualified?”

"Who is this for?"

"This stuff is so delicious, we can't give it to others easily."

Only after Qin Huairu used it did she know how good this spice was.

At that moment, he didn't want Han Weimin to give the spices to others, so he reminded him.

Han Weimin smiled and said, "It's Yi Zhonghai."

"He is willing to spend eight yuan to buy 30 grams of medicinal materials."

Qin Huairu was surprised when he heard this.

"how much is it?"

"Eight yuan only buys 8 grams."

Then Qin Huairu fell into joy.

She smiled and said to Han Weimin: "Brother Weimin, is he really willing to spend 8 yuan to buy it?"

"It seems that our taste is indeed very attractive."

Han Weimin weighed the medicinal materials and repackaged them in a paper bag.

"It must be true."

"With our taste, there is no other restaurant in the courtyard, not even in the entire Sijiu City."

"There will be more people buying spices from us in the future."

After that, Han Weimin went straight out of the house.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai was already standing at the door of Han's house.

Xu Damao, Haishan and others also wanted to see if Han Weimin and Yi Zhonghai could make a deal, so they were not in a hurry to return to the house.

Seeing Han Weimin coming out, Yi Zhonghai seemed quite excited.

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This made him quite excited.

Han Weimin handed the white paper bag to Yi Zhonghai and said, "This is 30 grams of medicinal materials. If you don't trust me, you can find a place to weigh it again."

The price of this thing is so high, anything less would be a lot of money.

Therefore, Han Weimin naturally had to explain clearly to Yi Zhonghai in terms of weight.

Yi Zhonghai shook it in his hand and said, "The weight is about the same, no need to weigh it."

Then, he handed Han Weimin the 8 yuan he took out of his pocket.

These are eight one-dollar bills.

Han Weimin stuffed the money into his pocket casually, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face.

Haishan and Xu Damao witnessed with their own eyes that Han Weimin earned 8 yuan from Yi Zhonghai with just a paper bag.

This speed of making money can be called printing money.

Xu Damao was immediately envious.

He licked his lips and muttered in his mind, how could this bitch have so many abilities?

It would be great if our old Xu family had some secret recipe.

Haishan is also envious. He works in a food factory and his monthly salary is only 21 yuan.

Han Weimin only spent a few minutes and earned less than half a month's salary.

After the handover, Yi Zhonghai went home excitedly to experiment.

Han Weimin turned around and returned to the house.

The Han family's meals are also ready.

Qin Jingru was staring at the dishes on the table with a look of disbelief on her face, and said to Qin Huairu, "Sister, did you really cook this dish?"

"Why does it smell so good?"

"It's different from the dishes you cooked before."

"I saw it looked like it was fired by my brother-in-law."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Didn't you see me working in the kitchen just now?"

After Han Weimin entered the room, Qin Jingru hurriedly asked: "Sister, have I got your true inheritance?"

"Why is the cooking so delicious all of a sudden?"

Han Weimin sat down at the dining table, and he did not hide the spices.

They just package this thing as their own ancestral secret recipe.

Only then did Qin Jingru understand. Then she took the chopsticks and ate the food with big mouthfuls.

(End of this chapter)