When Lin Shirong and Yan Zhendong tasted the medicinal soup prepared by Wu Dong himself, the distrust in their hearts immediately dissipated.
After taking down a bowl of hot soup, I quickly felt refreshed and the fatigue from working at the dock all morning disappeared immediately.
Not only that, after drinking a bowl of hot and delicious decoction, the two of them felt a wave of heat spreading from their stomachs, making their whole bodies feel warm and uncomfortable.
The most important thing is that the fatigue in my body also disappears, as if I just got up and exercised, and my whole body is full of strength.
"This, this, this, the effect of this decoction is amazing!"
Putting down the bowl reluctantly, Lin Shirong said with surprise: "I just don't know how much a bowl like this would cost?"
In his opinion, the price can never be lowered.
Yan Zhendong also had the same idea and felt that Wu Dong was a bit whimsical.
If it is sold in restaurants and restaurants, I am afraid the business will be good.
"It depends on the materials, the price ranges from three copper coins to ten copper coins!"
Wu Dong smiled slightly and gave an amazingly low price.
"No way!" "So cheap!"
Lin Shirong and Yan Zhendong couldn't help but exclaimed in unison, feeling quite incredible.
"That's the truth!"
Wu Dong disagreed, looked at Lin Shirong and said with a smile: "How about it, brother Lin, would you like to borrow a stall and let me open one?"
"Okay, okay, if Brother Wu sells this kind of decoction, I will certainly be happy!"
Although he still had doubts in his heart, Lin Shirong didn't care too much and readily agreed.
After saying that, he said hello to the surrounding vegetable vendors, took the leftover scraps from the pork sales, and strode away.
"Master Yan, let's get started!"
When Lin Shirong's figure disappeared from sight, Wu Dong greeted Yan Zhendong politely: "Whether we can make a living from this in the future depends on how the business goes today!"
Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it is true that if the first opening does not take off, it will have a great impact on subsequent business.
Originally, he was going to spend money to ask for help on the street, but after meeting Lin Shirong, the money for asking for help was saved.
Based on his previous performance, his influence in the market, and his performance while drinking soup, he has already attracted the attention of the surrounding vegetable vendors, and even many passers-by buying vegetables have become interested.
I guess, as long as the price is not too expensive, they are willing to try it.
This is indeed the case. When the medicinal soup stall invented by Wu Dong was set up next to Lin Shirong's pork stall, business started to come in an endless stream.
The price of a bowl of three to ten copper coins is not too painful for dock coolies and market vegetable vendors.
The key is that Wu Dong's stall has taken advantage of Lin Shirong's momentum, and there are many people cheering for it.
Once someone starts and feels the obvious effects, word of mouth will spread immediately, and it will be difficult to do business well.
In the wet and cold weather, it is quite comfortable to drink a bowl of hot and delicious soup outside.
Whether it is a dock coolie or a market vegetable vendor, who is not feeling cold and tired by the cold wind?
Not to mention that the decoction can also restore physical and mental fatigue, which is too friendly to the dock coolies.
However, in a short period of time, the decoction stall sold hundreds of bowls. Yan Zhendong, who was responsible for collecting the money, was very excited because he was making money so fast.
"Little brother, what's your relationship with Zhu Rong?"
Some vegetable vendors and dock coolies asked curiously while drinking soup: "I can actually borrow his stall!"
"Haha, good friends!"
While Wu Dong was making soup and filling the bowls, he patted Yan Zhendong's strong arm and said with a smile: "Did you see that Master Yan is a very powerful martial arts master? When he went to Baozhilin to visit Master Huang before the new year, he met Zhu Zhurong.
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"Master Yan is amazing!"
When the diners around him heard this, they immediately stood in awe.
Going to Baozhilin to visit Huang Feihong is not a big deal. If they wanted to go, they would probably be able to meet someone.
It's just that being able to visit Huang Feihong as a martial artist is amazing.
Who doesn't know how powerful Huang Feihong is, he is a famous martial artist in Guangdong Province.
Just looking at Lin Shirong's polite gesture before, you can tell that Master Yan's strength is not simple.
What does it mean to pull a tiger's skin and pull a big flag? This is it...
If possible, Wu Dong naturally wouldn't want to do this, but since he bumped into him, he wouldn't be polite.
No, for the sake of the heavy coins, even Yan Zhendong didn't say anything, but had a happy smile on his face?
The business was surprisingly good. I cooked ten pots of medicinal soup in a row and sold them all. It was noon and I took the initiative to close the stall.
After saying hello to the vegetable vendors he had just become familiar with, Wu Dong called on his younger brother who came to help to pack some things. Yan Zhendong carried the heavy bag of copper coins and returned to the temporary residence together.
Wow...
More than five hundred copper plates were scattered, and the scene was quite shocking.
At least, Yan Zhendong and a group of younger brothers' eyes were a little straightened at this time.
It's not that more than 500 copper coins are too great, the key is that this is half a morning's harvest, which is amazing.
If the cost is not high, the profit will be considerable.
Ignoring the little beggars cheering to pick up the coins, Yan Zhendong quickly regained his composure, looked at Wu Dong and asked directly: "A Dong, how much does the ten pots of medicinal soup cost?"
Hearing this, a group of little beggars who were happily picking up coins subconsciously held their breath and looked over.
"Almost over a hundred, not more than a hundred and two!"
Smiling softly, Wu Dong said leisurely: "Do the math and see how much we gained in the morning. We will mainly rely on this for a while in the future!"
It's not that there are no other ways to make money. With Wu Dong's knowledge, there are many.
The key is that Wu Dong and his younger brothers are new here and have little capital. Even if there is a way to make a lot of money, they cannot easily come up with it.
Do you really think that the squire is a bully and the government is a vegetarian?
As long as he has not completely established himself, has certain connections, and can protect his own property, Wu Dong will not do anything too conspicuous.
Besides, the time was too short and he couldn't think of a better way to make money than selling soups and medicines.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the local situation was turbulent. There were too many evil spirits and monsters, and there were blatant robbery methods such as Lika, which caused the cost of doing business to remain high.
Coupled with the spread of foreign influence, the business environment in Foshan was not particularly friendly to Wu Dong.
Going to the river port to sell decoctions and medicines was what he had wanted to do to make a living when he was still living in a ruined temple.
The target customers I had in mind at that time were young coolies on the dock. These guys always had some spare money on hand...