After Fat Liu sent Han Peacock to his residence, he did not get out of the car: "Xiao Han, when the necklace is sold, your share will not be less. I won't go to your place today."
"What are you talking about? I have already collected your appraisal fee. If I take your money again, then who am I?" Han Kongque refused.
Fat Liu smiled and said: "I didn't give you the appraisal fee. Those wines are the friendship between our brothers. If it weren't for you today, I wouldn't be able to do this business, so don't refuse. The money I gave you must be your due."
It’s worth it.”
"Okay, don't talk anymore. We brothers help each other without paying. If you still have good wine and cigarettes, just send me a few more. The money is fine." Han Peacock still refused.
"Okay, I'll pull a cart for you tomorrow. My old man doesn't drink anymore. Those who give gifts will still give them to him every year. Now our house is almost full of them, so I just want to give you some." Fat Liu
He said with a smile.
Han Kongque said nothing more. He waved and walked into the yard he rented.
"Brother, why are you back?" As soon as he walked into the yard, Han Peacock saw Han Jianguo and Han Rongrong sitting in front of the pumpkin in the yard.
"What? You want to see me for something?" Han Peacock said.
Han Guangrong said: "I heard that you can also steam the Chen family's steamed buns. Why don't you steam them more and we'll take them to the market to sell them at noon."
"Yes, it's just that selling pumpkin porridge is too simple. If you sell it with steamed buns, the pumpkin porridge can sell more." Han Jianguo said.
Seeing that Han Kongque was silent, Han Guangrong continued: "Don't worry, we won't let you help in vain, nor will we take advantage of you. We will give you one-third of the money we earn from selling buns, and the three of us will share it equally.
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"Isn't this taking advantage of me? How are you going to steam the buns? Are you just asking me to help, or are you going to let me make them myself?" Han Peacock asked with a smile.
Han Guangrong's expression froze, and then he quickly responded: "Of course we will help you."
"You seem to have made a mistake. Even if I am willing to steam the buns, it will be me who helps you, not you who help me. Well, I am tired today and want to go back to the house to take a nap. You can do whatever you want. It's your business anyway.
I will never participate." Han Kongque was too lazy to pay attention to them.
In addition to looking for opportunities on the antique street, he also helps Chen Qing's family soak soybeans every day. Now Chen Qing's family uses more and more soybeans every day. As the reputation of the Baozi shop spreads, the business of the Baozi shop is getting better and better.
Now the daily sales of steamed buns have exceeded 7,000, which requires making a large amount of tofu skin every day. This part of the tofu skin alone requires a large amount of beans.
In addition to only soybeans needed to make tofu skin, there are also tofu brains and bean juice, both of which are now being sold in increasing quantities.
As Chen Qing's business continues to boom, even his cucumber pickles and Korean pickles made by Han Peacock are selling well.
Han Kongque didn't help with the cucumber and pickles. They were all made by Chen Qing, and he was the one who made Han's pickles.
This pickle is made from pickled spicy cabbage dumplings produced in the hometown of Han Kongque. If you want to pickle the pickled cabbage into pickles, it will take at least more than a month. If the season of spicy cabbage dumplings is not right, even if you want to pickle the pickled cabbage dumplings.
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Autumn is about to enter now, and although the spicy vegetable dumplings have not yet come out, there are already some, so Han Kongque will try to pickle some. Now that they are selling well in the store, he will naturally provide them again.
Just doing these things every day kept Han Kongque very busy. If he was allowed to steam buns every day, he wouldn't have to do anything else.
"What's so great, if we didn't know how to steam buns, do you think we would beg you?" Han Guangrong shouted.
"Okay, you are not a child anymore. If you really want to steam buns and sell them, I can teach you, but I will say something ugly first. I will only teach you once. The other things are yours and I won't help.
You steamed the buns and sold them." Han Peacock opened the door and walked into the room.
"Have you eaten yet?" Han Kongque only remembered when he walked into the room. It seemed that he had not given Han Jianguo the key to the room.
Han Jianguo complained: "What are you doing? What are you eating for lunch? It's getting late now. Let's cook and eat quickly. After dinner, we will sell pumpkin porridge again."
Han Peacock smiled and said: "It's okay to have a bowl of pumpkin porridge in the morning. Do you think there are still people drinking pumpkin porridge alone at noon? But you can try your luck, but I remind you, there is no need to cook too much.
, if you sell too much, it’s not too late to cook more.”
"You cook first. We've been tired all day and it's time to take a rest." Han Jianguo ordered directly.
At this time, Han Guangrong's eyes widened as he looked at the basement he had always looked down upon: "Brother, are you really rich? How can this basement be decorated like this? It costs hundreds of thousands, right?"
After all, Han Guangrong went to college in Shanghai for four years. Although he was a bit naive, he still knew the consumption level of Shanghai.
Decorating a house, even simply laying the floor, costs tens of thousands. Looking at the size of Han Kongque's basement, it is impossible to get it for tens of thousands of dollars.
"This was originally renovated. The renovated houses at that time were not so expensive. Also, I had to cook my own meals. I stopped eating after lunch. I went to catch up on my sleep first." Han Peacock said.
He shouted and walked directly into the study.
Sitting on the chair, I thought for a moment and took the two bottles of red wine Jiang Lin gave me today. I opened one bottle with a bottle opener and tasted it myself first.
Dry red wine tastes a bit sour and has a strong alcoholic taste. It is not as delicious as Sprite, but for Chinese people who are willing to drink, it is a bit dull. This thing is only drunk by people who are showing off. Otherwise, it is not as good as Sprite.
The boiling water has a bit more sour wine flavor.
In Han Peacock's eyes, the 1986 Lafite is just like ordinary beer, all used to quench thirst.
After drinking two cups, Han Kongque turned on his computer and wanted to check some information. He wanted to know the market price of the celadon-glazed three-legged incense burner from Yaozhou Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Han Peacock was enjoying himself while reading the information and tasting red wine.
The two father and son outside are worrying about what to eat. They have been busy all morning today and have only earned 80 yuan. If they go out to buy some good food at this time, the 80 yuan may not be enough. If it is simple
It was a makeshift meal and there was no need to go out.
There are eggplants, pumpkins, and peppers in Han Peacock’s yard. All you have to do is go out to the street and buy some steamed buns.
The two father and son drank pumpkin porridge and talked normally: "Dad, are you going to sell pumpkin porridge at noon? If it is like what my brother said, there won't be much business at noon."
"Although what your brother said doesn't sound good, he is right. This porridge is consumed in the morning. Who would drink porridge at noon and evening? But we still have to go. Why should we spend today's one hundred yuan?
Earn it back, otherwise we will lose money." Han Jianguo was a little worried.
Originally they only wanted to sell a bowl of porridge for two yuan, and one pound of pumpkin can cook ten bowls of porridge, but now they are really asking them to sell pumpkin porridge for two yuan a bowl, and they might as well just sell pumpkins for fifty cents a pound.
Making money makes them a little confused.
"Dad, we must steam and sell steamed buns. If we sell a thousand steamed buns every day, we can earn at least a few hundred yuan. Plus the money from pumpkin porridge, it will be more than five or six hundred yuan a day."
That's 15,600 yuan a month. If you really can earn so much money, then what's the management fee of 3,000 yuan?" Han Guangrong calculated very well.
Han Jianguo was not so optimistic: "Steaming steamed buns is very hard. You have to get up early in the morning to bake the buns, and then sell them on the street. Can you bear this? Besides, you sell buns here every day.
, you’re not looking for a job?”
"Go to Big Brother for help. He has a lot of strength and can help us with our work. He is not afraid of others laughing when he hangs out every day." Han Guangrong gave Han Jianguo some advice.
Han Jianguo said worriedly: "It's not like you don't know your elder brother's temper. If he says he won't do it, he won't do it. If I say too much, he won't dare to do anything to me, but he will dare to beat you."
"Oops! How about we hire someone, Li Fei, to work at Chen Qing's bun shop now? Why don't we bring him over and let him help us? They are all making buns anyway, so at worst we can give him more.
Money wouldn’t be enough.”
Han Guangrong has never done much work. Now he just served pumpkin porridge all morning and felt exhausted. If he had to get up early in the morning to make buns, he really couldn't bear it.
"If we hire someone, can we still make money?" Han Jianguo was a little hesitant. Although he felt sorry for his son, everything was in vain if he couldn't make money.
"Chen Qing's family can make money, why can't we?" Han Honor was so confident.
Han Jianguo still didn't have much confidence: "I'll ask your eldest brother first. It would be great if he helps."
"Eh? Brother, are you drinking red wine? Hi! It's really strange that you, a big man who looks like a thug, actually want to imitate others' elegance? You said you are a thug holding a glass of red wine, but why do I look so awkward?
Woolen cloth?"
Han Guangrong came out of the kitchen and saw Han Kongque holding a glass of wine, drinking and surfing the Internet.
Han Kongque rolled his eyes and ignored this boy. This boy was a bit weak. He didn't know how he went to college in Shanghai for four years without being beaten home.
Han Kongque ignored him. If you really knew him, he would be more enthusiastic. Besides, with his father here, he couldn't really beat him.
"Boss, I'd better keep the money I have and build you a house when I get home. Don't let it all go to waste," Han Jianguo said.
"Don't worry, I will save the money to buy the house. I didn't buy this wine, it was given by others." Han Kongque said calmly.
Han Kongque turned off the computer and prepared to take a nap. He would get up early tomorrow and continue to visit the ghost market. After all, he had gained a lot today, and he might gain more tomorrow.