"It's a pity, right?" Jiang Zhihao said with a smile: "Actually, the essence of making money is to spend one dollar to buy something that can be sold for two dollars, and then sell this thing to someone who is willing to pay three dollars.
Do you remember what I said to Tan Junta a few days ago? After selling the stall, plus the money earned these days, and the 150,000 given by Tan Junta, I am fully confident that the money can be doubled twenty times in two weeks.
Above. Compared with this income, what is a fruit fishing stall? If you cannot use the money where the income is the highest, it is equal to a loss. This is the so-called capital utilization rate."
Zhong Jiawei's face was filled with astonishment when she heard this. It was not like she had never heard anyone say this about capital. But most of the people who said this were big bosses with a lot of money.
And there are very few people who can actually implement these words. Among the people around Zhong Jiawei, Jiang Zhihao may be the only one.
Anyone else would never be willing to sell the stall when the fruit harvesting business earns thousands of dollars a day!
Not even Zhong Jiawei has such courage.
Looking at Jiang Zhihao with a relaxed look on his face, Zhong Jiawei found it difficult to understand how her husband could change so much.
The man who used to drink and play cards and was reluctant to pay for his daughter's kindergarten tuition was actually so decisive?
And he seems to have an unbelievable talent in business.
From selling crayfish, to selling parking spaces, to harvesting fruit, every business has made a lot of money. And he can always give people new understandings, as if in his mind, these are ordinary things.
It's easy to figure it out.
Seeing that Zhong Jiawei remained silent and just stared at him with a strange expression, Jiang Zhihao couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you?"
Only then did Zhong Jiawei come back to her senses. She lowered her head subconsciously and said, "It's nothing. If you think it's okay, then do it. I can't control it anyway."
In fact, Zhong Jiawei herself wanted to take over the stall. Although what Jiang Zhihao said was very reasonable, from the current point of view, fruit fishing is still very profitable.
Even if someone else grabs business here in the future, it shouldn’t be difficult to make several thousand more dollars a month, right?
It's just that this stall is extremely valuable, equivalent to her salary for a year. Not to mention that Zhong Jiawei and Jiang Zhihao are now separated, even if they still live together, she is embarrassed to speak.
I can only hide this thought in my heart. Anyway, there is no such stall. As long as I know how to make it, I can set up a stall elsewhere.
The two of them didn't discuss the stall matter too much. Now that the matter was settled, there was no point in talking more about it.
Starting from the next day, people started to come to Jiang Zhihao to learn fruit fishing, not only the vendors on the pedestrian street, but also people from other places who came here because of his reputation.
Jiang Zhihao would not refuse anyone who came, and he would teach as long as he paid.
Anyway, the recipe for fruit fishing is not a secret. If you pay attention, you can actually search it online. However, most ordinary people always think that what they actually see is more reliable.
The stall was sold on the third day for 60,000 yuan, not a penny more.
And that night, two new fruit fishing stalls appeared on the pedestrian street.
The owners of the three stalls looked at each other, and they were full of hostility towards each other. The first one had the foundation left by Jiang Zhihao, and its business was relatively better. Only those who were really impatient to wait would go to the other two stalls.
Try the taste at home.
Jiang Zhihao didn't care about all this. He had already escaped and earned enough capital needed in the early stage.