The Era of Hard Work

When closing the stall, Lu Dong was still thinking about this question, how can it make people curious and arouse people's desire to buy?

Want a free trial? He thought about it carefully and decided that it was not possible.

Free ones are always the best. If you eat free ones and then eat expensive ones, your psychology will change.

It may not taste good no matter how you eat it.

Lu Dong simply asked Qiao Weiguo: "Weiguo, you want to buy food, but you have never eaten it. If you buy it, what should you use as a judgment?"

Qiao Weiguo stroked his bald head, thought for a while, and then said: "I heard from others that...they sell a lot."

Lu Dong had some ideas, but he had to consider the personal feelings of the people of this age. Hearing what he said, maybe he could give it a try.

A total of 800 yuan was sold today, most of which were daily necessities, and Lu Dong only had more than 60 yuan.

Looking at recent trends, the daily necessities business may be stable at this number.

Qiao Weiguo alone is enough.

Lu Dong was thinking about this on the way back with the goods.

What is the psychology of most people buying things? Lu Dong thought of some tricks commonly used by cake sellers.

Also engaged in real estate marketing.

Lu Dong used to be a house slave, and his impression was very deep. No matter which sales office he went to, there were always only two or three houses left. No matter how remote the community was, the house inspections were always full at the opening.

It's simple, and it works.

In this day and age, not many people seem to use it.

Lu Dong pulled the carts back to the orchard one after another, one cart continued to be loaded, and the other cart was carefully cleaned.

Hygiene will affect many people's choices.

I also found transparent plastic paper and white elastic bands bought from Quannan, and made a few more masks that looked like that.

It didn't take much time for Hu Chunlan to marinate the new meat. Cut the meat into large pieces and put it on the briquette stove to marinate slowly, just go and see it from time to time.

"How is it?" Hu Chunlan asked.

Lu Dong shook his head: "The first day was not very good, there are still a lot of 100 biscuits left."

Put the meat in the refrigerator after it was completely cool, and wash the utensils. Before it was too late, Lu Dong went to the village to find Lu Kun.

It just so happened that he was watching TV at home alone.

"Brother Dong, what's the matter?" After fighting the flood, Lu Kun suddenly stabilized a lot: "Just say it."

Lu Dong thought for a while and said, "I'm running a small business in the university town, and I need to create momentum. Help me find some people who are willing to go. I'll take care of the meals and give you a folding fan as a gift."

"Is there such a good thing?" Lu Kun was surprised.

Lu Dong said again: "My brother, can I coax you?"

Lu Kun quickly smiled and said, "Brother Dong, that's not what I meant." He asked, "How many people do you need, how many days?"

Lu Dong made some calculations: "The more people there are, the better, maybe three or four days, or maybe longer, depending on the effect."

Lu Kun asked, "When will it start?"

"Tomorrow at noon." Lu Dong thought the sooner the better: "I'll tell you what to do..."

He said it in detail, and it was not difficult, Lu Kun understood it once.

"Can it still be like this?" Lu Kun scratched his head: "It turns out that this business can still be done."

He smiled: "I mobilized my classmates and friends, as well as those in the village who have nothing to do after school. They will definitely be happy if they have free meals and things to take."

Lu Dong said again: "If you can find someone, go directly to the university town to gather tomorrow. I'm at the intersection of the center. When you look for me, come here alone."

Lu Kun is not stupid: "I understand, I understand."

Lu Dong originally wanted to go to Li Lin, but after thinking about it, Li Lin was about the same age as Lu Kun, they were both classmates, and their social circles overlapped, so he didn't go.

He went to Lao Li, who made sesame seed cakes in the village, and made an appointment to deliver 200 sesame seed cakes to the university town at 11:30 tomorrow.

Two hundred biscuits are a big business for Lao Li, and he is willing to make a special trip.

Lu Dong found a few more people in the old street, mobilized people around him to help, and those who were willing to go to the University City to find Lu Kun.

It was too late, and after another day of work, Lu Dong didn't bother an older person like Uncle Qi.

Early the next morning, Lu Dong came to the university town and told Qiao Weiguo to take care of the booth, and went to the village before the construction site started.

Before Lu Jianren arrived, he met Li Jiazhu.

After Lu Dong spoke roughly, Li Jiazhu said, "Don't worry, I'll leave this matter to me, and I'll pull people over for you. There are young guys on the construction site. They live in prefabricated houses and eat in the cafeteria. They have free food. They are definitely willing to queue up. "

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Second Uncle Li," Lu Dong said.

Li Jiazhu put on a serious face: "You still say these unreasonable things to me?" He added: "One thing, after work has to be finished at six o'clock."

At this time of night, there were already more people coming out of the school than at noon, so Lu Dong first left money for Li Jiazhu, and said, "Okay."

It takes time to form a business district here, and even the street stalls can be counted on one hand. There are very few people coming out of the nearby schools in the morning, and the intersection is quite deserted.

Qiao Weiguo picked up a dry brick from nowhere, half of it was placed on the curb, and half of it was sticking out, with one hand dangling on it and gesticulating.

I'm idle and bored, I'm practicing.

After working hard for a long time, Qiao Weiguo slapped down, and the red head snapped off.

Lu Dong glanced, is this a surge in skill?

One morning, only a dozen or so people came to buy things, and they sold for less than 200 yuan.

Near noon, the sellers of melon seeds, tapes, and Lao Zhao's father arrived one after another.

Lao Li, who made sesame seed cakes in the village, arrived on a bicycle and brought 200 sesame seed cakes.

In the same village, Lu Dong didn't owe any money, and settled the bill with him directly.

Lao Li happily hummed a ditty and went back.

Lu Kun came over at this time, shaking his head twice at a step, like an underground joint, and carefully stepped onto the curb.

"How is it?" Lu Dong asked.

Lu Kun pointed to the construction site: "A total of more than 20 people from our village, my classmates and friends, and people from the old street came here. The cars are all on the construction site, and we are waiting for your order!"

Lu Dong nodded: "Okay, when there are more people on the road, you have to let people come over one after another, you must line up."

"Understood." Lu Dong explained to him yesterday.

Lu Dong took out a large convenience bag from the cargo bin, which contained a prepared folding fan, and found out fifty yuan in change to Lu Kun: "Everyone will be given one yuan and five yuan first, and then they can buy things normally, and the things will be given at the end."

"know!"

Lu Kun packed the money, took the convenience bag and walked back. There were more than 20 people waiting for him behind the fence at the entrance of the construction site.

After twelve o'clock, people came out from several surrounding schools one after another.

Zhang Feng is an old student of the Normal University. He went out the gate with his roommate and walked towards the intersection.

"This is the only one that sells tapes in the university town." Zhang Feng said to his roommate: "There are few other sellers, Ning Bin, you go buy tapes? I'll go buy some sunflower seeds."

Ning Bin asked: "The two are next to each other?"

Zhang Feng pointed while walking: "It's right there. The stalls are all at the intersection on the side of the Provincial University."

The two walked towards the intersection, and people from the east of the intersection came one after another. They were all in their twenties, and they seemed to be students of the School of Finance.

Going forward, at the intersection where the stall was set up, there seemed to be people queuing up, and there were about ten people in the line.

"What are they selling?" Zhang Feng was curious: "Still queuing?"

The busiest time to set up a street stall is during the first few days of school, but people are always around the stall.

Ning Bin has good eyesight, so he can distinguish the small banner hanging: "Braised pork pancakes?"

Zhang Feng looked over there curiously. As the distance approached, he saw people joining the queue one after another. By the time he passed, there were almost twenty people in the queue.

When crossing the intersection, Zhang Feng noticed that there were people passing by from the Provincial University and the Normal University. They stopped to watch for a while, and then went to line up.

On the north and east sides, there are also people queuing up one after another.

You can't see this scene even near the old school in the city. Zhang Feng asked Ning Bin, "Go and see?"

Ning Bin was also curious: "Go and see."

As he got closer, a smell of meat wafted over, and the smell of meat was extraordinarily delicious after eating too many canteen dishes.

Someone who came from the provincial university behind was curious: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Feng saw that she was a good-looking girl, and answered: "Sell food."

The girl muttered: "It's delicious? There are so many people queuing up."

While speaking, she went to the front of the car to take a look. Seeing the young boss, she greatly increased her expectations for this booth.

The boss is very particular about hygiene!

The girl hurried to line up.

Ning Bin looked at the long line outside the curb, and said, "Buy one and try it? With so many people buying it, it shouldn't be too bad."

Zhang Feng had already driven away: "Hurry up, there are more and more people."

From southeast to northwest, people lined up at the back of the queue one after another.

These days, those who can be admitted to a good university are undoubtedly good students of their respective schools, with a certain degree of organizational discipline, and they are basically very conscious when they see everyone queuing up.

Lu Dong swung his knife like flying, minced the stewed meat, cut up the biscuits, filled the biscuits with meat, and became more proficient in making them.

Some like fatter meat, some add marinated eggs, some want minced coriander, some add chili, and some only need pure lean meat, he is satisfied with all of them.

Someone bought it and went directly to the east, this is his own.

There are also people who can't wait to eat, these are real customers.

Most of the students in the university town come from Taidong or the north, so most of them get braised pork biscuits, and they think they taste pretty good after eating them.

People who were originally curious to watch will also feel itchy.

The herd effect is huge.

Because the stewed pork biscuits were made extremely fast, it was Zhang Feng's turn soon. Zhang Feng looked at the boss, and the boss gave him a very good impression.

Wearing a white apron, a hat covering her hair, and a mask around her mouth, but the mask is not very good, it looks like it was made by myself.

Even so, it still looks hygienic.

Much more particular than the grandpas and aunts in the school cafeteria!

Those people can't say anything when they sell things...

Just looking at the people who make stewed pork pancakes, I feel that the things they make are hygienic and delicious.

After receiving the sesame seed cakes in a plastic bag, Zhang Feng couldn't wait to take a bite, the meat was full of fragrance.

It's not as good as the best he's ever eaten, but the taste is quite good. Compared with the big pot dishes in the cafeteria, it's like pig food.

"How is it?" Ning Bin also took a big mouthful.

Zhang Feng nodded: "I'm sorry for queuing up."

"Indeed." Ning Bin went to the tofu nao stall: "I want another bowl of tofu nao."

According to Lu Dong's instructions, Qiao Weiguo took the time to let people line up along the curb, and don't queue up below to affect the traffic.

Although the university town is not considered to be busy with traffic, after the opening of several schools near the central intersection, the minibuses between Quannan and Qingzhao will pass through this intersection.

The stall that Qiao Weiguo guarded still had people buying things, and when there was no one there, he touched his bald head curiously.

Business hasn't been this hot since it started at the Art Institute's gates.

There were not many people yesterday, why did it explode today? There have always been more than twenty people in line.

Qiao Weiguo thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and then came to a conclusion - he was still suitable for practicing martial arts, not for business.

Old Zhao's father and daughter are also very strange, why their tofu nao business is so good this noon?

Many students held a sesame seed cake and asked for a bowl of tofu to sit at the table and eat it deliciously.

The only problem is that he didn't sell these biscuits, but Lu Dong's braised pork biscuits next door!

The tofu nao business is so good that they are all sold out in less than one hour.

Old Zhao finally found out that as long as Lu Dong's business is good, his business will also be good.

Some people came to ask Doufu Nao, Zhao Juanjuan had no choice but to conjure it out of thin air.

Looking at the long queue in front of Lu Dong's stewed pork pancake stall, Lao Zhao suddenly understood, maybe he can bring two buckets of tofu nao tomorrow?