Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

night,

Wu Xie was chatting on his cell phone with the proprietress of a sweet potato stall he had just joined. Xiao Naiping was sitting on Wu Xie's body, holding a tablet, and watching cartoons seriously with Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie felt that given how out of date they were, they could only watch cartoons.

(Zhang Qiling: (frowns) Wu Xie?)

The two men's expressions were so serious that they looked like they were watching some highly professional tomb-robbing seminar.

One big, one small, with serious expressions cut from the same mold, it really looks like a cartoon that only babies watch.

Very cute contrast.

Wu Xie's heart was beating fast because of the cuteness. He raised his phone to take pictures of them. Looking at the photos in the album, Wu Xie sighed: This can be regarded as the century photo of the two of them.

That night,

Wu Xie successfully got the boss lady's WeChat by selling out his looks, and then with his natural eloquence, he coaxed the boss lady into being so happy that she immediately wanted to kick the boss and join Wu Xie and the others.

Wu Xie was so scared that he quickly refused and started asking her about some business matters.

As they were chatting, Wu Xie suddenly felt something in his butt. He looked at the two people, one big and one small, on the bed, and silently lifted the quilt covering his body, stuck his butt out, and farted a few loudly in succession, then contentedly covered himself with the quilt again.

You have absolutely no sense of shame! Wu Xie, where is your image? Where is your image as an idol?

Wu Xie: I no care~

At first he was like a shy little boy who would feel embarrassed about farting, but after eating too many sweet potatoes, he really loved to fart. He couldn't just run out and come back every time he farted, right?

That's so awkward.

Just let it go openly.

?(???)?grace

Little Milk Bottle was holding the tablet and for once he wasn't sticking to Wu Xie. He silently climbed down from him and sat in Zhang Qiling's arms.

He pressed his little nose into Zhang Qiling's pajamas, took a deep breath, held his breath, and turned back to continue watching the cartoon seriously.

Uncle’s fart stinks so much!

Wu Xie himself also disliked the smell, so he covered his nose with a quilt, laughed at the little baby's appearance, and poked his ticklish spots with his hands.

"Let you hide! Let you hide!"

Zhang Qiling had no expression on his face, as if he couldn't smell anything, and he looked at the tablet calmly.

That indifferent look made Little Bottle look sideways, feeling that he was being outdone again.

Wu Xie felt more sorry for him inhaling his own "poison gas bomb", so he raised his arm, raised his index finger and pinched the tip of Zhang Qiling's straight nose.

Zhang Qiling looked down at him and touched Wu Xie's hair that was exposed outside the quilt.

Wu Xie curled up in the quilt and asked depressedly: "Brother, have you Zhang family members even trained your nose?"

Zhang Qiling nodded. They must have been trained, but the purpose of the training was to make their noses more sensitive so that they could distinguish more smells among the noisy smells around them and get more information.

This is a dog's nose in another sense.

"Don't you think it smells bad?" Wu Xie asked again.

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

He definitely had that smell, but it was acceptable. Compared to the stench of rotting meat in the pile of corpses, mixed with various odors such as mold and fishy smells, Wu Xie's fart was insignificant.

"You Zhang family members are all perverts indeed," Wu Xie said suddenly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Zhang Qiling:......

The advice the lady boss of the sweet potato shop gave them was to let them play to their strengths.

There are countless stalls selling sweet potatoes in winter, so it is important to attract customers to your stall at first sight. For example, the setting of their stall is the grievances and hatred between the beautiful proprietress and her prodigal ex-husband because of their child. They sell sweet potatoes to support their child's schooling.

Wu Xie was so annoyed when he heard this that he thought, "Does selling sweet potatoes require a setting? Is this a novel?"

He was actually right. The proprietress's side job was selling sweet potatoes, and her main job was video marketing. What really made money from their stall was not the sweet potatoes, but the number of clicks and sales rate behind the videos they posted on various platforms.

If you want your video to have content and conflict, don’t you have to be able to make up a story?

To put it bluntly, your products must be differentiated from others, so that customers will see them, become interested, and be willing to pay for your sweet potatoes.

If your stall is similar to others, how can you retain customers and make them willingly pay for it?

Big companies have their own way of operating, and small vendors have their own way of doing business.

It’s not that you just open the door and money will automatically flow into your pocket.

Wu Xie was shocked. Why did he feel like the last sentence was implying something about him?

Isn't it true that running an antique shop means that you can't open for three years, but you can make a living for three years after you open it? If there are no customers, it means that the people who come here don't know the goods. All the things in his shop are good!

Great stuff! (Important things should be said three times!)

However, after listening to the boss lady’s words, Wu Xie was really educated and felt that the knowledge had entered his brain!!!

Start to think seriously about what makes them different from others.

It is difficult to make a fuss about the taste and texture of baked sweet potatoes. After all, this thing has existed for so many years, and the taste that has been preserved now should be the most acceptable taste of baked sweet potatoes to everyone.

It was carefully selected by our ancestors, and those unpalatable dark flavors were eliminated from the very beginning.

Soft, sweet, with a hint of charcoal, if you add other flavors...

Just thinking about it, he felt that it probably wouldn't taste very good. He didn't study food or biology, so it would probably be difficult for him to develop this new variety of sweet potato.

Their differentiated advantage should be in the services they can provide. They obviously cannot become internet celebrities like the boss lady. Their sales may go up, but if they are noticed by Lei Zi, their old age will be in jeopardy.

Wu Xie looked at them and thought seriously.

The advantage of a fat man is that he is popular and can chat with anyone, young or old, male or female, making him suitable for jobs that require dealing with people.

The young man is physically strong and can do heavy work, but when it comes to chatting with people, it is probably the fat man who should do it. Maybe he can use this face to be a face-to-face person?

Maybe it can attract a lot of fans.

The little milk bottle looks so cute that it can be the mascot of their store.

As for Wang Meng...the job of washing pots and dishes is left to him.

After hearing this, the fat man asked him, "Tian Zhen, what are you doing?"

Wu Xie curled his lips and smiled, his eyes full of "You underestimate me, don't you?"

"Settling accounts!"

"Whether you make a profit or a loss every day, don't you need me to settle the accounts?"

Seeing Wu Xie’s arrogant look, the fat man curled his lips and cursed inwardly: Lazy thing!