80s good life

Mr. Fang pondered, "What do you want to do?"

Fang Manman stood up and clapped her hands: "You have to promise me a condition before I say it."

"Girl, you are a ghost. Tell me, even if you don't tell me, I can promise you."

"I want to let go of this matter, and you have to help me, especially suppress those who try to stop me in time." She grinned playfully.

"Isn't it your parents? Okay, it's still useful for the old bones to talk. Let's talk about it now."

"I want to bypass the factory first and supply directly to the traffickers. If the business is good, more traffickers will naturally come to me. If the factory's shipments decrease, the factory will come to me by itself. In short, this is actually a problem. The tragedy caused by the unpalatable adzuki bean popsicle."

After listening to his granddaughter, Mr. Fang smiled heartily: "Girl, can I participate?"

"It's best for you to participate. I hope you can be my biggest shareholder."

"What do shareholders mean?"

"You just need to give me the money." Fang Manman spread her hands like a lazier.

Grandpa Fang proudly took out a hundred-yuan bill and put it in her hand: "Do you see enough?"

"That's enough, Grandpa, don't worry, I guarantee you will get your money back."

"It's okay to lose." The old man put his hand on Fang Manman's head: "Manman, I hope you understand that you are Fang's family, and no matter what, we are your strong backing."

The eye sockets suddenly became sore. Fang Manman was too cowardly in her previous life, and she had no chance to have a deep friendship with Mr. Fang. The silhouette of Mr. Fang in her memory was very vague. She never thought that there was such a warm side behind her fiery temper. The darkest part of her heart seemed to light up a little spark.

"En!" Fang Manman nodded heavily.

At the dinner table in the evening, Mr. Fang directly announced that no one should interfere with Fang Manman's popsicle business, and even asked Aunt Zhao, who was cooking, to assist her.

"A sycophant." Fang Yuanyuan looked at the pair of grandparents who were exchanging glances, and said in a low voice.

"Fang Yuanyuan."

"Hey." Suddenly being called, Fang Yuanyuan thought she was heard complaining, so she hurriedly stood up and knocked off the chopsticks on the table.

"Why are you so frizzy? You can learn from Ren Manman. Although she is a sister, she is much more stable than you."

Fang Yuanyuan couldn't bear it anymore: "The vines are always long and the vines are short. What about Yuanyuan? Have you considered my feelings?" As she spoke, she pushed the chair away and ran upstairs, and the door wailed.

Several people at the dinner table looked at each other in blank dismay. They had never noticed that Fang Yuanyuan was so capricious before.

Lin Xuerou sighed: "This child."

Fang Manman comforted: "Mom, don't worry too much, it's just that you don't get used to it for a while, she will figure it out." But there is probably no chance, Fang Manman added in her heart.The phrase "human nature is inherently evil" is too apt to describe Fang Yuanyuan.

In any case, the popsicle industry has officially opened.Fang Manmantuo Aunt Zhao contacted the carpenter to make some novel molds.It's not that she didn't think about using other materials, such as plastic, or plastic, but she couldn't find a suitable one for a while.

In this era, the small commodity industry chain is not developed at all, and these are relatively novel things.

On the other hand, she ran to the street twice in three days, one was to buy raw materials, and constantly adjusted the recipes of her various flavors, and the other was to find out the hawkers who sold popsicles in the city, including mobile and fixed ones.

The craftsman was Aunt Zhao's uncle, and he worked very quickly. Two sets of molds were delivered within two days. Soon, Fang Manman's first batch of popsicles were made.She wrapped it carefully in a cotton jacket, tied it to the back seat of the bicycle, and flew to the city like a brisk bird.

"Sister Gao, how's business going today?" Fang Manman asked as she straightened her bicycle.

During this period of time, except for the eldest sister who sells popsicles, she has become acquainted with all the vendors at the fixed stalls.

When Sister Gao saw Fang Manman coming, she warmly greeted her: "Big sister is here again, what kind of popsicle do you want to eat today, please."

Fang Manman held her hand: "I won't eat your popsicles today."

Sister Gao was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong, have you eaten enough?"

"Hey, you're really right. I'm really tired of eating just a few." Fang Manman said while taking out the popsicles in the back seat, "Today, I'll give you a change."

I saw a few popsicles with novel styles in the box, bears, rabbits, different colors, colorful and cute.

"Ah, where did you buy this? It's the first time I've seen such a cute popsicle." Sister Gao couldn't help picking one up, carefully, like picking up some treasure.

"It's not only beautiful, but also delicious. You should try it first."

Sister Gao grinned: "Then I'll be impolite."

As soon as she took a bite, Ms. Gao exclaimed, "The milky aroma is so strong, it's so delicious! Big sister, where did you get this good stuff?"

"I did it." Fang Manman looked proud.

"Ah, you are really ingenious. Whoever wants to marry you is so lucky."

"Don't make fun of me." Fang Manman was a little embarrassed, "I'm still so young."

"Hahaha, big sister, don't be shy. If you don't tell me, I will forget that you are still a baby." After so many days of contact with Fang Manman, Sister Gao almost treats her as her peers.

Fang Manman tentatively said: "I have other ones here, and they are all delicious. If you want to sell this one, will it work?"

Sister Gao had a look of embarrassment on her face: "Sister, you look at it as a good thing. It must not be cheap. Can it be sold?"

It turned out that Fang Manman was worried about this, and Fang Manman had already prepared: "Look at this, Miss Gao, we have known each other for so long, this box of popsicles is my gift to you, you just sell it, and it will be yours if you sell as much as you want."

"What did the elder sister say?" Sister Gao waved her hand, "Your sister Gao is not a person who is greedy for such petty gains. I am afraid that you will not have a good price for this thing. If you set a high price, no one will buy it. If you set a low price, you will lose money. You say this."

"Hey, I've done the calculations. The cost of materials plus labor is one price." She compared the numbers with her fingers as she spoke.

Sister Gao grabbed her hand excitedly: "Eight cents?" This counting card is just right, not too expensive, and it happens to be profitable, which is considered to have hit the pain point.

Fang Manman looked at Sister Gao's frown and relaxed, knowing that success in this matter is not far away.

"Okay." Sister Gao nodded as expected, "Just put it here with me. I'll help you sell it, and I'll treat it as a favor for you. But if you can't sell it, don't blame me."

"That can't be done. From the perspective of market economy, you are breaking the rules. I don't think we should fight. If we can sell it, you can earn [-] cents, and I can just keep my capital." In fact, even so, Fang Manman A popsicle can also earn [-] cents, and it saves the link of selling things.

Profit is the sharp weapon that drives everything.Only by letting vendors see the benefits clearly can there be the possibility of follow-up cooperation.Fang Manman firmly believes that her popsicle will definitely be able to knock on this door.