Travel through 1990 and return to your youth

"Manager, take a closer look. This is the best mussel meat. Many rich people like to eat it. Use it to make a high-end dish and sell it for dozens of dollars!" Although he was rejected, Yi Xiaochuan didn't want to give up like this.

He came all this way to sell things just to make some money back home. Lin Jingrou at home was also looking forward to it and couldn't let her down.

He politely offered a cigarette again, but the other party looked at him disdainfully and didn't take it at all.

The middle-aged fat man frowned and said angrily: "I also know that mussel meat is very valuable, but our hotel hasn't cooked that kind of food for a long time, and we don't accept it at all now. You'd better go to another hotel and ask. Bar."

Facing rejection again, Yi Xiaochuan was inevitably a little disappointed. He knew that continuing to pester would only make people more annoying.

In the end, he chose to give up, pack his things, and planned to ask other hotels, believing that one of them would like it.

"Wait a minute!" Just as he was about to walk out of the office, the fat man suddenly stopped him again.

Yi Xiaochuan felt happy, as long as the other party was interested, he would still have a chance.

He walked back again and politely handed out a cigarette again. This time the fat man did not refuse, but started smoking leisurely.

"You can sell things to our hotel if you want, but the price must not be too high!" The fat man said casually, blowing smoke rings.

Yi Xiaochuan thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "Manager, how much do you think is appropriate per pound?"

As long as the price is not too outrageous, he will definitely be willing to sell the things. After all, it is very troublesome to find the next buyer by himself.

The middle-aged fat man held out five fingers and said calmly: "Five yuan per catty, but you have to give me three yuan back for every catty!"

After saying these words, Yi Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, and his smiling face became much colder.

Normal river mussel meat costs eight to ten yuan per catty, but Fatty’s price is far lower than the world’s average, and he also gets a rebate of three yuan per catty, which is equivalent to two yuan per catty.

Pork was sold for one pound more per piece, and the river mussels that he had worked so hard to produce were so worthless in front of the fat man, which made Yi Xiaochuan feel a little unhappy.

Everyone knows that although river mussels are very heavy, most of the weight is the weight of the shell, and the real meat does not weigh much. It is estimated that ten pounds of river mussels may only produce one pound of meat.

He and Lin Jingrou worked at home for a long time to get such a little thing. Now the fat man not only wants to sell it to the hotel at a low price, but also wants to take most of the profits from it. Yi Xiaochuan will definitely not accept it.

"Well... Manager, can the price be a little higher? The rebate you want is a bit too much." After thinking for a while, he said to the fat man again.

Yi Xiaochuan is not a rigid person. He must be flexible when doing business. As the manager of a hotel, it is normal for Fatty to openly take kickbacks.

But if the kickback is too high and it doesn't benefit you at all, then there is no point in doing this business.

But the fat man replied readily: "The price can be increased for you, eight yuan per catty, but you have to give me five yuan back for every catty!"

After all, he just wanted to make money and squeeze Yi Xiaochuan's interests to the extreme.

"Forget it, I'd better go find other hotels and ask!" Yi Xiaochuan was a little angry. The fat manager was too dark-hearted and didn't sincerely want to cooperate.

After saying that, he took the things and turned around to leave, but the fat man sneered behind him.

"Boy, if you sell it to our hotel, you might be able to make some money. If you go to other hotels, you might not even want it!"

Yi Xiaochuan ignored it and left the office angrily. Even if he couldn't sell it, taking it back and eating it with Lin Jingrou would be better than spending money to buy pork.

"Hey, little brother, how was your discussion with our manager?" As soon as he walked downstairs, the chef man from before came up and asked.

Yi Xiaochuan shook his head and sighed: "It didn't work. Your hotel won't accept it for the time being."

Although the sale failed, he did not say anything bad about the manager. This was Yi Xiaochuan's way of dealing with people when he was away from home and the experience he accumulated in his previous life.

The man seemed to have predicted the result. He smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. It's not easy to see you. I'll introduce you to a hotel. Maybe they will want your goods."

As chefs, they must know many hotels around them. If they help introduce them, things will be easier to accomplish.

Then the man told Yi Xiaochuan the location of a hotel and asked him to go directly to the chef.

"Brother, thank you for your help!" Yi Xiaochuan thanked him, and before leaving, he lit another cigarette for the man.

It doesn't matter whether things work out or not. If someone is willing to help you, it proves that they think you are pretty good, and they might be able to meet you again and become friends in the future.

Leaving the hotel, Yi Xiaochuan arrived outside another hotel according to the route the man told him.

This hotel looks about the same size as the one just now. The only difference is that this hotel seems to have just opened.

"Fulu Hotel, what a name!" Looking at the sign, Yi Xiaochuan smiled, turned and walked towards the hotel's kitchen.

The man just told him that he didn't need to go to the manager of the hotel, but went directly to the chef at the back, and he could decide whether to buy or not.

When he came to the kitchen, he saw an aunt washing dishes and immediately came forward to say hello with a smile.

"Auntie, is your chef here?"

The aunt looked up and down, and when she saw Yi Xiaochuan holding something in his hand, she naturally understood what he was doing.

She tilted her head, pointed to an old man smoking a cigarette and said, "Over there, go find him yourself!"

"Thank you, auntie." After politely thanking him, Yi Xiaochuan walked straight over.

He came to the middle-aged uncle and saw him frying crispy pork.

Just as he was about to say hello, the uncle spoke first: "Boy, I'm very busy right now. If you have anything to do, I'll keep it short."

This uncle spoke very cleanly and neatly, giving Yi Xiaochuan the first impression that he was very courageous and very majestic in this place.

"Uncle, I have some mussel meat here. I wonder if your hotel accepts it?" He opened the bag and asked with a smile.

The middle-aged uncle who was busy suddenly stopped. He did not respond in a hurry, but waved to a companion to take his place.

"Come on, let's go over there and have a chat." The uncle replied, wiped his hands, and took the lead towards a corner.

When Yi Xiaochuan saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up with joy, and he quickly followed behind.

The two came to a corner, and the uncle casually brought him a small stool to sit on, but Yi Xiaochuan was too embarrassed to sit down, and instead offered the uncle a cigarette.

But to his surprise, the uncle didn't answer. Instead, he pointed to his mouth and said he didn't need to be so polite when he smoked.

At the same time, the uncle took the thing in Yi Xiaochuan's hand and began to inspect the mussel meat inside, looking very serious.

"Well, not bad, young man, your mussel meat is of good quality. Our hotel happens to be out of stock. How much do you plan to sell it for per pound?" After looking at it, the uncle asked with satisfaction.

This time, the other party took the initiative to raise the price, which made Yi Xiaochuan very happy, proving that he was sincere in buying it.

After thinking for a while, he said politely: "It's 12 yuan a pound!"

"12 yuan?"

"Isn't your price a bit high?" The uncle frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the price.

He often receives goods at the hotel. Normally, this kind of mussel meat only costs ten yuan a pound. Now that there are two more yuan, he naturally can't accept it.

Yi Xiaochuan hesitated. The reason why he quoted 12 yuan was because he wanted to give the other party two yuan back. After all, in this industry, you have to make some profit.

"Uncle, the price is not high. I will give you this amount per kilogram when the time comes." He was silent for a while, stretched out two fingers and said.

The middle-aged uncle looked at him and was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily.

"You're young, but you're very good at business. You actually know this trade."

The middle-aged uncle understood what he meant, and he was not angry. Instead, he patted Yi Xiaochuan on the shoulder and said, "The hotel has rules, and I don't dare to take your kickback!"