Chapter 41

Seeing that song QingHan chewed for a long time before swallowing the piece of meat, Lin Dafu's eyes flashed with disappointment and shook his head: "it's cooked."

Song QingHan thought about it, chuckled and said, "I didn't think you could cook so delicious for the first time."

With that, he picked up another dish and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

Lin Dafu looked at him in surprise. He hesitated for a moment and held out his chopsticks to his cooking.

After tasting all the dishes he cooked, Lin Dafu finally put his heart down and said slowly, "although it's not delicious, it's not that you can't eat it."

Song QingHan had a good time, but he didn't know what he thought of. He said, "it's good. When I cooked for the first time, I almost fried the kitchen!"

Lin Dafu's heart moved, see song QingHan seems not aware of his own slip of speech, think about it, or silent.

But today, if he wants to say it, he will say it naturally. If he doesn't want to say it, it's useless to ask him.

After dinner, Lin Dafu said to him, "today I'll take you to the shop for a walk."

Song QingHan nodded and asked curiously, "what are you going to do in the shop?"

Lin Dafu looked at him and said slowly, "don't you say that what you want to do most now is to make money? Although I don't have much money, I may be able to give you some advice on how to make money. "

Song QingHan naturally didn't take his "money is not too much" in his heart. When he heard that he wanted to instruct himself, he quickly nodded and said, "OK, OK, let's go!"

You know, in modern times, how many people are willing to spend their money to get the advice of tycoons, and they may not have a chance. Now Lin Dafu is willing to take the initiative to teach himself. It's just pie in the sky!

Even if Lin Fu can't get a name in the whole country, it's a real tycoon here.

He does not expect to be able to do business across the country, as long as he can make life better.

Just as he was dreaming, the carriage stopped slowly.

Song QingHan stepped out of the carriage with the help of Lin Dafu. When he saw the colorful cloth flying in front of him, he was surprised and said, "so you are in charge of cloth!"

Lin Dafu said with a smile: "this is just one of the shops in my name. My business is quite miscellaneous."

Song QingHan heart a stagnation, thought: Well, dare to love or a group, what do!

As they talked, they walked in. The man in charge ran out and actively reported the situation of the shop to Lin Dafu. They couldn't help but glance at Song QingHan, who didn't seem to know how to address him.

Lin Dafu nodded and said to song QingHan, "do you know why the Lin family chose cloth?"

Song QingHan thought for a moment and replied earnestly, "because the cloth is easy to make? Little competition? "

Lin Dafu did not speak, the man in charge had already laughed. After being swept by Lin Dafu, he quickly restrained his smile and looked at his nose and heart.

Seeing the housekeeper's response, song QingHan naturally knew that his answer was wrong. He pondered for a moment and continued: "because the cloth is easy to sell? Everyone wants it? "

Lin Dafu's eyes flashed with surprise, nodded with a smile, and said, "it's almost the same."

He went on to explain: "business is long-term, so it is very important to choose the right direction, which can even be said to get twice the result with half the effort. Take restaurants as an example. People in different places have different tastes. Therefore, it is not difficult to be the biggest local restaurant like Xiangpiao restaurant. As long as they do more research on the taste of local people, "he said

"But if we want to go further, it is almost impossible, at least in terms of Xiangpiao building."

Song QingHan asked suspiciously, "why? Because you don't know the taste of people from other places? Can't it be solved by asking the local cook? "

Lin Dafu shook his head with a smile and said, "the best cooks are all in the hands of local restaurants. If you want to dig them at a high price, you will have to bear higher costs than the local restaurants. Once the local restaurants reduce their prices, Xiangpiao house can be said to have no strength to fight back."

"After all, not everyone is willing to go to the more expensive one if the taste is not too bad."

Song QingHan suddenly realized, thought for a moment, and asked, "so you chose cloth?"

Lin Dafu said, "well, even if people in different places have different preferences for the color and texture of cloth, it's not a difficult thing to solve, so it's easy for us to expand our stores."

"But..." song QingHan hesitated for a moment, then said: "no one else to compete with you? Such as price reduction or something? "

Lin Dafu chuckled, indicating that the man in charge explained it to song QingHan.

The man in charge even said, "young master, do you forget that we are the cotton producing place here? From cotton planting to processing into cloth, our people are doing it, and the cost is naturally the lowest. Other people want to increase the price of cotton and vegetable steps. If the price is lower than ours, how can it be better than ours? "Song QingHan nodded his head clearly and asked curiously, "does no one else follow your method?"

The man in charge looked at Lin Dafu, slapped him in the face, and said with a smile, "this method was first created by the young master. Besides, we have done a good job in keeping secrets. When others know about it, they have already been far away!"

Also, this method is more avant-garde even in modern times, not to mention in this ancient age how early.

It seems that although Lin Dafu is somewhat unreliable emotionally, he has great ideas in business.

After visiting the place where the cloth was made, song QingHan felt his head and said in a dilemma: "but I have no ability to do something like this that everyone needs."

Lin Dafu chuckled and drove him to the next place.

When they got off the carriage again, song QingHan was surprised to find that they went to a snack bar.

"Is this your shop, too?" He turned his head and asked Lin Dafu.

Lin Dafu nodded and said with a smile, "what do you like? Let them give you a taste."

Song QingHan casually selected some candied fruits and put them into his mouth. After tasting the taste, he was surprised and said, "how can this candied fruit be salty?"

Without waiting for Lin Dafu to answer, the shopkeeper of the snack bar introduced: "this is our special preserved fruit, which is not available in other families. Would you like to try this sour soup again?"

Song QingHan nodded and took the sour soup from the shopkeeper's hand. Seeing that the contents were no different from the sweets, he drank it curiously.

This sour taste is not only like sour plum soup, but also like the sour taste of fruit after a long time of cooking. Although I didn't think it was very good to drink at the beginning of the first day, but after a careful aftertaste, it was quite addictive. People could not help drinking it again.

The shopkeeper saw that song QingHan had drunk the whole bowl of sour soup, and his eyes were all squinting. He reached for the empty bowl and asked, "do you want some more sour soup? Or try something else? "

Song QingHan although some embarrassed, but still way: "another bowl of sour soup, very good to drink."

Lin Dafu saw the shopkeeper turned to make soup, and said to song QingHan with a smile: "if you can't do what everyone needs, then make something special and unforgettable."

Song QingHan nodded thoughtfully and said, "in a word, the starting point should be placed on the buyer, isn't it?"

Seeing that he realized this so quickly, Lin Dafu's eyes flashed a little surprised, and immediately nodded: "yes, although it seems simple, many businessmen may not be able to do it all their lives."

The shopkeeper turned around and put the prepared sour soup into song QingHan's hand and said to Lin Dafu with a smile: "young master, I have found a new thing recently. I am studying to see what can be made of it?"

Lin Dafu did not avoid song QingHan and asked directly, "what is it?"

The shopkeeper took out two round brown fruits from under the counter and offered a treasure like way: "according to the people in the rejuvenation hall, it's called Siraitia grosvenorii, which can be used as herbal tea. I tried it yesterday, and it tastes good, but it's too greasy to drink alone. I think it's better to match it with other things!"

Song QingHan was surprised and said, "Siraitia grosvenorii?"

Lin Dafu naturally knew that the Siraitia grosvenorii was made by song QingHan. After all, he got a bag of Siraitia grosvenorii and seasonings from Wu Dahu. Although he didn't drink it, he recognized it.

He chuckled and said, "you are lucky today. No one knows more about the eating method of Luohanguo except this young master song."

Naturally, the shopkeeper would not doubt Lin Dafu's words. He looked at Song QingHan and asked tentatively, "is this Siraitia grosvenorii planted by you?"

Song QingHan thought for a moment and vaguely said, "yes, but I only know one way to make tea. However, its taste is so sweet that it should be more suitable for making desserts."

The shopkeeper nodded and agreed: "yes, I'm going to boil its juice into syrup to see if it tastes good."

As soon as his eyes turned, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lin Dafu and said cautiously, "since this Luohanguo belongs to the son of song, why don't you sell it to our shop directly in the future? Otherwise, it would be very troublesome to go around the Spring Festival Hall and expose our raw materials....

Song QingHan nodded his head quickly and said in a quick voice: "good, good, how much do you want? I'll give you a lower price if you want more! "

Now it's time for you to go back for lunch. It's funny

The shopkeeper looked at the sky and hurriedly sent them to the carriage, and agreed with song QingHan on the time to meet tomorrow.

When the carriage started to move, song QingHan remembered that he would end his "deal" with Lin Dafu tomorrow, and his face became uneasy.

It seems that Lin Dafu just exported in order to prevent him from trading with the shopkeeper? Maybe tomorrow, the shopkeeper will turn over his face and refuse to recognize people?