Shuangtong Boss Takes You To Fly

Perhaps it was because I finally met my father and let go of a boulder in my heart. On the way home, Wu You’s emotional state was much more relaxed and fresher than before. On the way home, there was a heavy snowfall. Wu You stretched out his palm to receive a few snowflakes that fell in his palm, and said very happily:" Brother Jin, it's snowing, and I want to build a snowman in the yard in the afternoon."

Jinshan is holding a cup of fragrant tea that is still steaming in his hand at this time: [Heap it, no need to make up anyway, you just need to pickle the radish sticks to be pickled, and then sell the pickled vegetables to Niu Zhuangzhuang Just adjust the material package. 】

Wu You nodded.

At this time, there were some five or six-year-old children wearing thick padded jackets and down jackets chasing and playing in the heavy snow. They carefully grouped the snow that had not fully accumulated on the ground into small balls, and then threw them with laughter. The body of his little partner. It was obviously a snowball fight with not enough snow.

Wu You looked at them a little enviously.

Jinshan saw Wu You look like this, then turned his head to look at sitting silently all the time? Meditate? Ying Sheng, Ying Sheng originally closed his eyes, but when Jinshan looked over, he opened his eyes and stared at him.

Then the big man Ying saw that all the money-demanding garbage was winking at him. The eyeballs were flying out as if they were spinning.

Ying Sheng: [...] It's really eye-catching.

However, Ying Sheng understood very strangely what Jinshan had expressed by blinking at him.

He looked down at Wu You and suddenly said: [We can also accompany you in the snowball fight after we go back. 】

Wu You raised his head as if he thought he had heard it wrong, and Ying's tone was very flat: [Snowball fights can also exercise your body's reflexes and anti-strike ability. After all, the winter vacation is about to come, and the winter vacation task you promised has not been done yet. 】

Wu You opened his mouth, a little excited and a little frustrated, well, he knew there were no interactive games for nothing.

After returning home, Wu You began to make pickles. He makes 20 catties of sweet pickled radish sticks every day, and sells them on the street on Saturdays and Sundays. There are almost 700 yuan a week, which is equivalent to one hundred yuan a day, enough for his daily expenses and tuition.

And two weeks ago, unable to withstand the repeated requests of Wu You's aunt Zhao Lijuan, after discussing with Jinshan, Wu You and Jinshan began to unwillingly prepare a package of pickled vegetables that can be directly pickled with radish sticks, one package of pickled vegetables. The vegetable bag weighs ten kilograms, and it can be directly marinated 100 kilograms of sweet radish sticks when mixed in water. Wu You sold a package of pickles to his aunt for 200 yuan. Calculated at the price of five yuan a catty of sweet radish sticks, this can make a hundred catties of pickled vegetables package can make the eldest mother's family 300 yuan. Excluding the cost price of buying radishes, how could the eldest mother make a net profit of more than 200 yuan.

As long as the eldest mother's family can sell more than 50 catties of radish sticks every day, the monthly income will be at least 3,000. It's a very profitable business, after all, you don't need to do anything, you just need to cut the radish sticks at home, and then soak the radish sticks in marinade. And it's winter, there is no busy farming, and the uncle who stays at home happens to be the main force in cutting radish strips.

No matter who this kind of business is for, the people in the village will be happy and even rush to accept it, but Zhao Lijuan and Wu Guodong are still not satisfied. Even Wu You's cousin Wu Kang and cousin Wu Lingling complained about Wu You in their hearts.

Zhao Lijuan felt that Wu You was dead asking for money. It was obvious that the pickles were sold by her own uncle's house, so he was even more expensive than a pack of 200 yuan. As soon as she received the package of pickles, she looked for chopsticks and tasted the powder in the package. She distinguished that there were several different flavors, such as green onion, ginger, pepper, salt, and sugar. What are the seasonings in most of the material packets, she doesn't know the proportion of these seasonings, and she can't copy the material packets.

She didn't give up on trying to make the recipe, but the pickled radish sticks were either too salty or too sour, which was terribly unpalatable. At this point, Zhao Lijuan completely stopped and accepted the price very unsatisfactorily.

However, Wu Guodong has no need to go to the town to find a job because he is not busy with farming, and he is the main force in cutting radish sticks when he stays at home. Unlike Wu You, who cuts radish sticks every day, he takes action with serious practice of knives. Wu Guodong is very intolerant to this kind of repetitive mechanical work. The radish sticks he cuts are large in size, small in thickness, and thick in thickness. Fine, in short, it is very uneven. Sometimes I accidentally cut my fingers because of watching TV or watching beautiful live broadcasts.

When Zhao Lijuan returned home, seeing Wu Guodong's cut radish sticks was particularly dissatisfied, Wu Guodong held up his bleeding finger to Zhao Lijuan, and the two people had another quarrel. In the end, Zhao Lijuan called her son and daughter who were watching TV and playing on the mobile phone to come and help. The family of four, whether they wanted it or not, just sat there and cut carrot sticks.

Zhao Lijuan sold pickled radish strips for a week with the pickles that Wu You sold her. Although the radish strips they cut were not as neat and beautiful as Wu You's cut, they tasted good. So in a week, Zhao Lijuan sold more than 500 catties of radish sticks, making a net profit of 1,500 yuan. While she was happy, she couldn't help but cursing Wu You in her heart. The kid was just mixing up a bag of pickles. He didn't need to cut the radishes or pickled them himself. He made a thousand yuan from her. This kind of contrast is boring again.

Therefore, Zhao Lijuan started to play Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

They are all pickled vegetables anyway, and everyone doesn't care about the taste like fresh vegetables. She can pickle 150 or even 200 catties of radishes in a pack of pickled vegetables. If the taste is lighter, it will be lighter. As long as the taste is still that taste, maybe people will buy more if it is weaker?

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Lijuan only asked Wu You to buy three bags of pickles in the second week.

After Zhao Lijuan bought the bag and left, Wu You couldn't help turning his head to look at Jin Shan, who was sitting behind him and reading the book "Teach You to See Through the Heart", with a look of admiration: "Brother Jin, your guess is really accurate. Auntie really wants to do something."

Jinshan also wore gold-rimmed glasses at this time, which looked like some gentle villains. He smiled and said: "Your auntie...he is greedy and cool. Sooner or later, he will take such a path. Okay. After you finish the exam, you can use this thing to get rid of her completely."

Just like Jinshan said, wait for Wu You to finish the final exam. When he went to the vegetable market to sell radish sticks on Saturday morning, he greeted a large number of grandpas and aunts who didn’t look so good. These grandpas and aunts directly asked Wu You if his pickles were made deliberately. If it fades, just to make more money?

Wu You naturally shook his head. He also put a spoonful of his own pickled beautiful radish sticks on the glass plate for everyone to try. After eating Wu You’s radish sticks, he was sure that his taste did not change. An aunt with a faster mind slapped her thigh and cursed.

"Your big aunt, that black-hearted profiteer!"

Then, the other grandfathers and aunts also reacted.

"Hey, it really is a profiteer! Just to make money, she is not afraid to smash Xiao Wu's signature. She must have pickled a lot of carrot sticks to save money, so the taste is weak! Xiao Wu, your big aunt is not kind, you You have to talk about her, otherwise your business will be affected in the future. People who don’t know think you are the same person as her."

Wu You is waiting for such an opportunity. So after quickly selling out his radish sticks, he found Zhao Lijuan, who was riding an electric three-wheeler selling pickles, surrounded by grandpas and aunts.

Zhao Lijuan was a little surprised to see Wu You bringing a group of people over, but Zhao Lijuan was not happy after hearing the accusations of those grandpas and aunts.

"I sell my own pickled vegetables, do you care about my salty taste? Don't buy it if you think the taste is weak. You can buy other saltier and more spicy vegetables." Because of the pickles given by Wu You The sweet radish sticks marinated in the bag taste very good, even if she marinated 150 catties of radish sticks with 100 catties of marinade, many people came to buy them. So Zhao Lijuan doesn't care about these grandpas and aunts at all.

Her attitude made the uncles and aunts very dissatisfied, and Wu You also stood up at this time.

"Auntie, I sold you the pickles package to let more people eat my delicious pickles. It's not for you to make money like this. Moreover, if you do so, it will also affect my pickles. Word of mouth is not conducive to me selling more pickles in the future. Auntie, will you stop doing this in the future?"

Zhao Lijuan looked at Wu You's little **** actually preaching to her because of the crowd, she almost laughed. She stretched out her hand and pointed at Wu You: "You still taught me? I'm your elder mother! I paid for it. After I took your material bag, the material bag is mine. I can use it whatever I want. Can you control it?!"

Wu You pursed his mouth, then he nodded: "Auntie, you are right."

Before Zhao Lijuan's triumphant expression appeared, she listened to Wu You continue: "Then, the material package I made is my thing, I don't plan to sell it to you, and you can't control it."

Zhao Lijuan's face changed suddenly. But in front of so many people, she really couldn't hold her face down to talk to Wu You, so she could only gritted her teeth and decided to go to Wu You again at night. But when she asked Wu Kang and Wu Lingling to call Wu You for dinner in the evening, she ran into Niu Zhuangzhuang, who was particularly pleased with Wu You.

In front of Wu Kang and Wu Lingling, Niu Zhuangzhuang grinned and showed his big white teeth: "Hey, Wu You will go to my house for dinner tonight. He decided to sell the pickles to our house in the future!" "

In an instant, Wu Kang and Wu Lingling's complexion changed, and after they went back, they told Zhao Lijuan about the incident. They were so angry that Zhao Lijuan hadn't slept well all night.

In fact, the Wu family didn't sleep well at night, and they were all distressed about the money flying away with wings.