With a space sweetheart

Chapter 177

　After he left, the few men hired to sell spicy noodles were dispatched to nearby neighborhoods and villages.

　　Lin Qi closed the account book and moved his body.

　　He and the two assistants were already in the store at about 10 o'clock, and after all the work, he was really tired.

　　I looked out and saw that the man selling breakfast food had also come out of the stall, and a big pot was slowly steaming, so I ordered two young men to buy three bowls of noodles and come back.

　　After swallowing the soup with water, I felt more comfortable, and then I began to think about business.

　　According to the original plan, he wanted to distribute the spicy noodles to hawkers in the streets and alleys, let them sell them, and become the general manufacturer of the spicy noodles.

　　This is not only convenient and trouble-free, but also can be quickly promoted in Danling County, with small profits but quick turnover, making spicy noodles a ubiquitous food like before the end of the world.

　　It's just that he didn't expect that the few hawkers he found were so cautious. Even though they praised the spicy sticks after tasting them, they hesitated for a long time when ordering them, and finally only ordered one or two hundred sticks.

　　There are even some hawkers who have not placed an order, and bluntly say that they need to see how other people sell them.

　　Lin Qi looked at the order barely reaching a thousand pieces, feeling extremely helpless.

　　How can such a small amount become climate?

　　So, he simply recruited a dozen or so fast-footed men himself, found out their origins, and after confirming their trustworthiness, he asked them to carry the burden to sell in nearby blocks and villages.

　　Each person has 500 sticks, and as long as they sell the money back, they can get 80 Wen wages, which is a unique wage.

　　So these people didn't have any wrong thoughts. Once Lin Qi knew their address, if they gave the money without knowing it, and Lin Qi reported it to the officer or came to their door, they would not be able to gain a foothold among the neighbors in the future.

　　Secondly, five hundred spicy sticks can only be sold for two hundred and fifty yuan, which is about the same as their honest wages for four days. If they can do this job for ten days, they can earn nearly one or two taels of silver. How can it be worth doing such a shameful thing for such a small amount of money?

　　Therefore, Lin Qi was not worried about these porters absconding with money, and he was not even worried about the sales of spicy noodles.

　　It's not that he is arrogant, but that in this world of bland tastes and single food, the unique taste of Latiao will definitely conquer many people.

　　The only thing he worries about right now is that he doesn't know when merchants with unique insight and courage will come to his door. He still needs a few dealers for this business...

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　　After leaving the city, walk five or six miles south to Dujiaping.

　　Niu Zhuang hurriedly stopped at the entrance of the village, put down his shoulder pole and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

　　Although compared with the usual coolie work, walking a few steps is not tiring, but he was anxious in his heart, walking so fast along the way, he was a little out of breath after all.

　　This job was introduced to him by a man he knew well, and the wages were really high, as much as seven or eight days' wages per day.

　　It's just that there is a prerequisite for this, that is, the five hundred spicy sticks must be sold.