Jiang Lijun looked at Zhou Heng and asked puzzledly: "I want to sign an underwriting contract with you, but you still don't want it? Do you think that others can afford this price?"

He is rich, but he is also a businessman and knows all kinds of things in business.

He knows the cost price, sales price of his peers, marketing cost, and profit margin, and of course he also knows his own.

Unlike others, he opens a high-priced private restaurant. He doesn't care how much money he makes, he just wants to run high-end dishes. This is the only reason why he opens a food restaurant.

He is willing to spend a high price on food, but others are willing to give it up?

He has a strong financial backing. Even if this store is in such a loss, it doesn’t matter if it’s the case. Can others compare?

Therefore, not everyone is willing to spend such a large price to buy the local chickens from Zhou Heng’s family.

But of course he is not a fool. He naturally has his plans to offer such a high price.

He did not negotiate a price increase of 1100 yuan, and tried the other party's bottom line and slowly tried to get the price slowly, but directly quoted the price he thought was suitable.

This is not because he doesn't know the negotiation method, but mainly because he doesn't have that patience.

Is it hard to make a few hundred chickens?

Look, Zhou Heng is not willing to agree.

People also know that his family’s native chickens are good! Nowadays, there are no real fools.

Zhou Heng said: "Boss Jiang, in fact, I am very grateful to you for your respect for our native chickens. You come here from afar and give it a good price and you are very sincere. However, I also have my considerations."

After a pause, he said, "I will not sign an underwriting contract with you. I am not planning to ask others for the price, but I also want to operate it myself."

Jiang Lijun immediately understood and smiled and said, "Do you want to build a high-end brand?"

It hit the nail on the head.

Zhou Heng was embarrassed and smiled and said, "I have this idea. I want to try it, see if it works."

"Then let's join forces. I'm more familiar with the brand building than you!" Jiang Lijun said.

Zhou Heng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I haven't planned it yet. It's too early for us to talk about these things now."

The topic has not gone deeper here.

Since Zhou Heng disagreed, let’s buy the batch of more than 500 local chickens in front of him first, which is still unique to his family.

At worst, he can monopolize the ones that are fed later.

Jiang Lijun will transport these native chickens back in batches, and those who are raised and gained weight will still be purchased at today's unit price.

As for the demand for his private restaurant, more than 500 chickens are probably enough for two months to sell.

At high-end prices, sales cannot be compared with ordinary hotel stalls. Perhaps some restaurants that mainly sell more than 500 chickens a day.

Especially like braised chicken, which has been unexpectedly popular in the past two years, it must have greatly increased the demand for chicken.

But Jiang Lijun is not comparable to others, he is taking the high-end route.

I didn't use this thing to make money.

The sales plan had just been finalized, and Zhou Heng's mobile phone suddenly "dink dong". He knew that it was the sound of the breeding APP, and he didn't know if there was another new task.

But he was talking to someone at this time and didn't bother to look at his phone for the time being.

...

What should be talked about has been finished, and it is already getting late, so it is time to arrange for guests to rest.

The empty rooms have been cleaned up long ago and bedding is also laid out. In summer in the mountain village, although it will be hot during the day, it will still need to be covered in the middle of the night, otherwise it will be cold.

Jiang Xiaoxuan lives in Zhou Ying's room. She touched the big flower quilt on the new bed, feeling that this should be the aesthetic from thirty years ago?

What a nostalgic feeling.

She didn't know what happened to other people's young lady. Anyway, she, a rich girl, has suffered all kinds of hardships.

For example, she can cook with a big firewood stove, kill chickens and chop fish, stir-fry dishes, pick some wild vegetables or ingredients in the wild, etc. Anyway, she is basically very skilled in food-related matters.

In this regard, it can be said that many girls from ordinary families may not be as good as her.

Sometimes, for some fungi in a certain place, I would wait specifically for the season, take a plane to that province, follow people into the mountains to find them, and even spend the night in the mountains.

All of these were learned with my dad, and you can't do it if you don't.

So, living in Zhou Heng’s home like this is not a problem at all.

My father often said, why? I can’t even bear this little hardship? When my father learned craftsmanship, in addition to doing these things, he also had to serve his master’s daily life and had a lot of things to do. What about you? Did you serve your father?

Speaking of these, Jiang Xiaoxuan had a headache and felt that her father was chanting scriptures.

She knew that people in those years valued respecting teachers and respecting their masters like their fathers. The ceremony of apprenticeship was very grand, and they valued their lifelong teacher-being.

But if you hear the same thing too much, aren’t it annoying? You can act a little spoiled with your father.

After taking a shower, Jiang Xiaoxuan lay on the bed, put the kitten next to her pillow, raised her hand and rubbed it enough, and sent a message to his father.

[Dad, I think you are very satisfied with today's native chickens? You offer such a high price. Do you know how much is the famous French chicken per pound?]

She didn't ask this at the time. Now it's private time, she came to ask to see what her father was thinking.

Waiting for the time to reply to the message, he raised his hand to pet the cat. At night, the kitten's pupils were fully opened, his whole eyeballs were round, he opened his mouth and screamed, revealing a few little tiger teeth, and his breasts were soothed.

Jiang Xiaoxuan only felt that her heart was about to be transformed.

With a "beep", the phone rang and my father's reply came.

Jiang Lijun said in voice: "Daughter, dad has a recipe that has been treasured for many years in his heart. This dish is time to see the light of day again."

"What recipe? It's so mysterious?" Jiang Xiaoxuan asked while petting her cat.

She knows a little about her father's master.

Jiang Lijun's master was surnamed Wu. He lived in his 90s and had passed away a few years ago. When Jiang Lijun was only fifteen years old, he asked him to learn from his master and learned it for a full five years before he started his master.

This happened more than thirty years ago.

Master Wu was born at the wrong time. When he was young, the society was in turmoil. He had no place to play his cooking skills, and he dared not play it. At most, he would cook banquets for the village in the whole year, and he usually farms to make a living.

When Jiang Lijun became his army, he was already sixty years old.

In fact, he has accepted many disciples over the years, but the one who wins his heart the most should be Jiang Lijun.

He is down-to-earth and willing to learn, and is smart, ambitious and willing to study. He is not like other senior brothers. He learns a few scoops of water and goes to hold a banquet for others and rushes to make money.

Jiang Lijun has been with him for the longest time and learned the most. He thought that he would carry forward the sect in the end, but after he went south to work, things changed again.

At that time, the first group of people who were brave and careful in reform and opening up soon began to develop. Jiang Lijun, a smart, ambitious and willing to study, also saw the opportunity.

When he learned to cook, he also made money, and he did other things to make money. What's the difference? So, he started moving bricks, went to contractors, and acquired land to build houses, villas, and malls. For decades, his wealth was like snowballs.

After I became rich, I remembered that he was a chef.

His master was once the famous imperial chef; his master was the first disciple of the imperial chef and completely inherited the mantle of the imperial chef.

However, when the Japanese came to cook for the Japanese, the warlords cook for the warlords, and the landlords cook for the landlords...

After that, my identity can't be clear and I dare not use my cooking skills anymore.

After suffering a lot of ups and downs, it was not until my later years that I slowly began to be a banquet chef for the village and occasionally take in a few apprentices.

What Jiang Lijun learned was the Southern School Imperial Chef craftsmanship that his master had buried in his heart for decades.

He felt guilty and picked up the art again.

Nowadays, the situation is really different.

I remember when he first started his army, it was the most difficult time of the times. People should not say anything good at Guanyan, but it would be nice to be able to feed the whole family with a dozen mouths with millet and coarse grains.

The imperial chef has no room for exercise, and at most he only cooks fried rice noodles at the street stalls.

Now, he needs money and ability, and can get all the high-end ingredients he needs, which is really suitable to return to his old career.

Moreover, people's consumption level is now higher, and any kind of dish can be found in their consumer groups.

His private restaurant, the high-end dishes in it were taught by his master.

He opened this food restaurant half for his past feelings and half for his dreams. Whenever his master talked about the dishes he had made, he was full of joy.

If these dishes can reappear and restore their former glory, the master said that he will have no regrets to die.

In fact, in that era, due to the limitations of ingredients, the master could only teach him dishes with ordinary ingredients. Because high-end dishes did not have good demonstrations of ingredients, their technology relied on oral teaching and virtual teaching.

He followed the skills taught by his master, experimented step by step, tried to make dishes one by one, and looked at cooking from an artistic perspective.

Good dishes are not unrelated to good ingredients. Some dishes require the most advanced ingredients.

In his heart, there was always a dish, but because there was no suitable ingredients, he kept it in his heart.

Now that he really encountered it, he wanted to give it a try.

What he considered was that if this dish was successful, he certainly hoped that the ingredients would be unique to him and would not want any copycat versions to appear again, so he wanted to sign an exclusive underwriting contract with Zhou Heng.

Unfortunately, Zhou Heng disagreed, so that's not a big problem. He just needs to buy all the ingredients, but he still monopolizes the ingredients.

Besides, he has raised the price of main ingredients so high that some people can afford to copy even if they want to copy them!

Jiang Lijun smiled and told his daughter: "When I go back, my dad will make a dish and you will know."
To be continued...