Zhao Peng took a look and said, "Hey, I'm still an acquaintance."

Everyone calls him Fatty Wang, and he is still a street stall owner selling fried dough sticks. But with hard work, he first bought fried dough sticks, then added braised eggs and tofu, and finally opened a restaurant, and then

Restaurant.

Eventually he became a well-known figure in Linxian County.

Fatty Wang is a profit-seeking person, but he is also a good businessman. He does not cut corners when selling snacks, and he is an honest man when opening a restaurant. Overall, he is a good person.

"Uncle from Qingcheng."

Fatty Wang looked at Zhao Peng's small body and said with a smile: "It's more than thirty miles away from here. Did you ride here by yourself?"

Zhao Peng smiled naively.

"I think the eggs you just sold are pretty good. Are they really raised by your family?"

"How can this be false? I don't have food at home, so I'll steal it from the sky. What you said, uncle, makes me laugh to death." Zhao Peng tied the empty box to the car and was about to push the car away.

"Hey, don't leave yet. You young man, didn't you see your uncle talking to you?" Fatty Wang hurriedly grabbed the back seat of Zhao Peng's car.

"Why are you looking for me? I have to go back. It's an uphill road, so I'm tired."

Fatty Wang hesitated and then said with a smile: "Don't you have bigger eggs?"

"My eggs are not big yet, uncle, you are talking nonsense. Look at the eggs brought by other aunts and uncles, which one is as big as mine." Show your displeasure appropriately.

"I know your balls are big, but I want bigger ones. Do you have any more?"

"This...it really doesn't exist! I can't possibly pick out all the biggest eggs..."

"Why can't you pick it out?" Fatty Wang keenly noticed the possibility from Zhao Peng's tone and hurriedly interrupted him.

"If you pick them out, the other eggs will be hard to sell."

Fatty Wang rolled his eyes and whispered: "Uncle can give you a high price."

"This won't work." Zhao Peng shook his head like a rattle.

"High price, you've never sold it at a high price, why don't you think about it again?" Fatty Wang thought to himself, little kid like you, how long can you hold on? I don't believe you don't like money and don't want to sell more.

"It's really not possible, uncle, you can't possibly give me 50 cents each."

Fifty cents?

Fatty Wang quickly calculated in his mind. As Zhao Peng knew well, Fatty Wang now only sells fried dough sticks, twists and fried dough cakes, which are all foods with the word "oil". Originally, the business was not bad, but in the past two years, other people have started to sell it.

After joining the ranks of selling oil products, his business was not as good as before.

As the saying goes, change will lead to success, but staying the same means waiting for death.

Although Fatty Wang is a small fried dough stick stall owner, he has a cleverness that is rare among people in this era. Since he can be one of the first people to sell fried dough sticks, he can also think of the first group of people to sell tea eggs.

But the 50 cents each was not within his budget.

His idea is that a tea egg can be sold for 50 cents, and you can buy two for one yuan. If the cost of the eggs themselves is only 50 cents, then the selling price will continue to increase, fearing that business will not be done well.

"Fifty cents is indeed a bit high. I'll give you 4 cents. Okay. If you don't pick one out, each one can only be sold for 3 to 3.5 cents. If you pick one out, it will cost 5 cents more. If you give it to me every time

100, then you will earn 5 yuan more..."

Zhao Peng looked like he was thinking actively but hesitantly.

He looks like a little guy who can't stand temptation.

"How about it? Think about it?" Fatty Wang put his big face in front of Zhao Peng's face and bumped Zhao Peng's shoulder with his shoulder.

"It's only 5 cents, every penny is a lot. If you want it, I'll pick it for you. If you don't want it, I'll throw it away."

Fatty Wang: "..."

I thought I was convinced, but I didn't expect this little guy to bite so hard. But fortunately, he was willing to help choose. The only issue was the price.

"It's less. If it's less, uncle will take more each time, and you can also send it directly to the stall for me, saving you the trouble of retail sales."

"I told you no less. Our eggs are fine."

Children have the convenience of being children. If they are adults, they will definitely not be so stubborn. Business is a negotiated price and a run-in transaction.

But children are like that, they can bite and hold on, but others can't get angry.

"Less, you kid."

Zhao Peng directly stepped his legs over the crossbar of the bicycle, stepped on the ground, and was ready to leave.

"Hey, hey, I say you kid is still impatient. Just 5 cents for 5 cents. You can give me 100 cents tomorrow..."

"No tomorrow. Uncle, if you want such a big egg, I can't give you a small one, right? You have to choose from many eggs. How can I pick enough for you tomorrow?"

Fatty Wang made sense when he heard it, "Then when can you choose?"

"I usually have to go to school, so next Saturday. I'll give you some more at once, do you think that's okay?"

"I'm still in class. I thought you didn't study anymore. Okay, then next Saturday, you can give me 200... 300 pieces. Then I'll pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."

"Okay! That's settled then."

Zhao Peng extended his right hand to Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang was stunned, laughed, wiped his hand on his apron, and then held it with Zhao Peng.

He is an interesting child.

He thought to himself.

Suddenly I remembered that little brat in my family, who was in his 16s and 17s. He smoked and drank all day long and only wanted money from himself.

He was suddenly so angry that he wanted to go back and give him a beating immediately.

…

Linxian is to the south of Qingcheng. The road back to Qingcheng from Linxian to the north is mostly uphill.

Zhao Peng was more tired when the car was empty than when he was carrying eggs.

It was around three or four o'clock in the afternoon when he came back. Instead of rushing home, he ran directly to Rui Zongming's house.

Rui Zongming was still pulling chicken manure. He was not surprised to see Zhao Peng. He said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if it's hard to sell. If it doesn't sell, I'll just refund the money to you."

Zhao Peng got out of the car and sat down on the door pillar of Rui Zongming's house, breathing heavily.

"Look, the baby is hot. Just wait while I dump the chicken manure and go in to drink some water."

Rui Zongming quickly poured the chicken manure into the large pit at the door. This was a large pit dug specifically to store chicken manure. If any Murakami family needed chicken manure, they could come and collect it. Their family wouldn't be able to use it up anyway.

After throwing the flatbed truck outside the door, he patted Zhao Peng on the shoulder and asked him to follow him in.

Zhao Peng was actually very familiar with Rui Zongming's family, but when he met Rui Zongming, Rui Zongming had already raised 20,000 chickens and almost monopolized all the egg supply in nearby towns. Several other small chicken farms could only supplement it.

Totally incomparable to him.

But now there are only about 1,500 in total, and they produce 1,200 eggs every day.

Zhao Peng found that a long row of chicken coops had been built on the south side of the yard, so he asked curiously: "Uncle, are these chicken coops going to be filled with chickens again?"

Rui Zongming didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "We have this plan. Now we can only produce 1,200 eggs a day. I think as people's lives get better, the demand for eggs will definitely increase, and we are preparing to produce another 3,000 eggs."

He is indeed a smart person, but he thinks too much.

No wonder he got rich later and became one of the few people in the village with assets exceeding tens of millions.

"Uncle is really far-sighted."

"Hahaha, you kid, you are indeed a scholar, you can say a lot of small words. Tell me how much you have left in the box, and I will return the money to you."

"How can there be any leftover? I don't have enough to sell!" Zhao Peng appropriately showed a certain degree of childishness and innocence, continuing to play to the advantages of being cute as a teenager.

"Sold out?" Rui Zongming looked at Zhao Peng in surprise. From yesterday to today, he took away 500 eggs and 600 first-lay eggs. Are they all sold out?

Do so many people want to eat eggs?

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