No regrets ninety-two

Chapter 83

After lunch, Wu Xiaozheng and Brother Jun set off for the city with a two-wheel cart of carrots.

For Wu Xiaozheng, the most important thing for him now is to bring Brother Jun out as soon as possible.

This is also a matter of necessity.

In terms of company registration and some chores, with Wu Minxia running, Wu Xiaozheng can basically not worry about too many things.

Judging from the current situation, although the procedures for registering a food processing company are a little troublesome, there are a total of more than a dozen procedures to go through, but because Yang Guiping has arranged it properly, he has not encountered too much trouble for the time being.

As for the production side, if it's just pickled radishes and dried pickled radishes, Jiang Lihua and Grandma Wu have already started, and the key processes are firmly in the hands of these two, so Wu Xiaozheng doesn't need to worry too much for the time being.

The only problem is sales.

This market is really too big. With Wu Xiaozheng's current manpower, he would have to run away from Xiangshui County alone.

And sales is indeed a technical job, and the difference between being able to run and not being able to run is really too big.

Judging from the current situation, although Brother Jun is not afraid of suffering and is very motivated, he has no sales experience after all. Wu Xiaozheng must bring him out, teach him effective methods, and then expect him to bring out a group of people.

Only when the sales force really got up, could the food processing factory be barely on the right track.

Wu Xiaozheng did not go to the market he was familiar with this time.

That market is really not difficult for Wu Xiaozheng, because after a period of operation, both he, Wu Xiaozheng, and his Chef Wu's pickled radish are already well-known there, and it is too easy to promote.

This is not what Wu Xiaozheng wants, because if he wants to lead Brother Jun now, he has to start from the normal market.

Although Xiangshui County is not big, there are still five large-scale vegetable markets. Wu Xiaozheng went to the vegetable market in the west of the city this time.

Wu Xiaozheng and Brother Jun immediately realized the difficulty of the market.

Because the goal was to focus on those grocery wholesale stalls in the market, Wu Xiaozheng did the same thing, and chose a stall closest to the market exit, and wanted to sell pickled radishes in front of this stall.

But before he could take any action, the owner of the stall ran out.

"Push away, push away, don't block my door!"

The boss's tone was very fierce, as if he was begging for food.

Brother Jun's violent temper immediately came up, and he wanted to scold him directly, but Wu Xiaozheng quickly stopped him.

"Excuse me, boss, let's go right away."

Wu Xiaozheng hurriedly pulled Brother Jun and pushed the tricycle away from the entrance of the stall, but he didn't go far.

"Brother Jun, we are going out to ask for money now, we can't lose our temper when encountering a little thing!"

Wu Xiaozheng first tried to persuade him cautiously.

"Do you have to endure this?" Brother Jun asked in surprise.

"It must be endured."

This is what Wu Xiaozheng worried about Brother Jun the most. He was afraid that his violent temper would flare up at any time, so he told him the truth of being a man with your head up and asking for money with your head down.

"Then you can't let others bully you!" Brother Jun's anger was still a little unquenched.

"It's okay to suffer a little verbally. Let's find a way to enslave him and let him make money for us. Let him be our grandson in the future." Wu Xiaozheng had no choice but to explain it like this.

There's no other way, with Brother Jun's donkey temper, it's really not good if he doesn't want to find a way to stroke his hair.

"What way?" Brother Jun finally calmed down and asked curiously.

"Look at me!"

Xiaobai took a closer look and saw that the grocery store was selling cigarettes, so he ran over immediately.

"Boss, how much is a pack of Golden Hibiscus?"

"Two dollars for eight."

"What about Changsha?"

"Three dollars."

"What about Baisha?"

"Four dollars and five. Do you want it?" The boss became impatient again.

Doing business with this kind of temper really deserves a beating, even Wu Xiaozheng could hardly hold it back.

However, in this era, many business people have not yet cultivated the kind of service consciousness of later generations, especially this young boss who is just in his early 30s, who looks like he was born as a gangster, and his bad temper is barely understandable.

Wu Xiaozheng endured it, and said, "Then let's pack Baisha."

The young boss's complexion immediately changed from cloudy to sunny.

In this day and age, the [-] yuan Baisha cigarettes are already considered relatively good cigarettes. A pack can cover the cost of three or four meals for ordinary people. Only the big bosses and cadres who do business will buy it.

Of course, there are better ones in other provinces, such as Ashima and Hongtashan, which are more expensive.

Obviously, Wu Xiaozheng's atmosphere finally made the young boss look better.

Wu Xiaozheng handed over five yuan, took the cigarettes, and asked the boss for a fifty-cent disposable lighter. He skillfully disassembled the cigarettes, popped out two, threw one to the boss, and stuffed the other into it. mouth, and then click on it.

The whole process is quite chic.

Speaking of smoking, Wu Xiaozheng also smoked in his previous life, but he was not very addicted, and this set of smoking movements was learned from Brother Jun and his brothers.

At that time, everyone on the street liked to play this trick.

This set of actions also shocked the young boss a little.

"Boss, what's your surname?" Wu Xiaozheng said suddenly.

"Oh, free, my surname is He."

Seeing that Wu Xiaozheng is very kind, the young boss is much more amiable.

"Boss He, have you been on the road before?" Wu Xiaozheng asked again with his eyes squinted while smoking a cigarette.

Full of anger.

Boss He smiled and said: "That was a few years ago, and now I'm old, I can't get along anymore, I have to earn money to support my family."

When he said this, Boss He raised his hand intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a small tattoo on his left wrist.

Wu Xiaozheng knew better.

Unlike later generations, tattoos may be a fashion in later generations, but in this era, if someone has tattoos, it means that he is on the street, or he wants to be on the street.

So in this era, ordinary people generally dare not mess with tattooed men.

But anyone who is really on the road knows that tattooed men are actually not that scary, and they are not even as scary as those who don't have tattoos, such as Brother Jun.

The reason is very simple. A truly capable person does not need to scare people with tattoos. If he needs to scare people with tattoos, it only shows that he has not yet made it home.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, but Wu Xiaozheng believes that this absolutely does not include the Boss He in front of him.

So Wu Xiaozheng said again: "Boss He, you can't do business like this!"

Boss He was stunned, and his face became a little unhappy again.

"Little brother, what do you say?" Boss He asked sullenly.

The atmosphere became a little cold again.

(End of this chapter)