Drying is a common means in the business field.

Zhou An didn't haggle back and forth with the emaciated young man who was smiling and smiling in the crockpot soup, of course, it wasn't that he really gave up the idea of hitting that store so quickly.

Three words - he just wants to "hang out".

The emaciated young man's face just now was already very ugly, and his emotions were a little excited, Zhou An judged that continuing to talk about the transfer fee might stimulate him even more, in case he was emotional, the two of them would talk about it, and if they wanted to talk about it later, it would not look good.

It's better to let it dry, and after the person has calmed down and the psychological expectation of the transfer fee has cooled down, it may be good to talk about it.

Of course, this trick may not work well, and there may be two opposite results.

Or, the emaciated young man couldn't hold back, and after lowering his psychological expectations, he took the initiative to come to Zhou An to talk about the transfer of the store, in that case, the initiative would be in Zhou An's hands, and the transfer fee would definitely be much less.

Either the emaciated young man can hold on, or he didn't think about lowering his psychological expectations at all, and he was determined to ask for a transfer fee of 20,000 yuan, and he didn't take the initiative to come to Zhou An for further negotiations, in that case, the passive person would become Zhou An.

If the second situation really occurs, the only option that can be given to Zhou An is to agree to the other party's conditions, or give up the idea of that storefront and consider other stores on this street.

When using this trick, Zhou An naturally wanted the first result.

He planned to dry it for two days first, and in two days, the wet clothes could be dried, and if he still couldn't dry that guy, then he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and look for other stores.

In his heart, what he wants most must be the store of Xiaoxiao Crockpot Soup, there are many small traders in that store, and they think it is too big, but Zhou An thinks it is just right, the store is too small, and he can't open it.

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The next day, Zhou An went out of the stall as usual, entered the entrance of the food street, and when he passed by the door of Xiaoxiao crockpot soup, he saw an emaciated young man with a cigarette between his fingers, hovering at the door.

When Zhou An saw him, he also saw Zhou An.

Zhou An's eyes are very poisonous, this is probably his talent, he has been good at observing other people's expressions since he was a child, and figuring out other people's emotions in his heart.

At the first glance of him, Zhou An saw the look of expectation in his eyes, and there was a bit of a taste of wanting to speak.

At that time, Zhou An smiled in his heart, he knew that the situation was evolving towards the first one.

The emaciated young man surnamed Hu couldn't hold back anymore.

So, Zhou An also showed a smile on his face and took the initiative to say hello, "Brother Hu, good evening!"

Rural people rarely greet each other like this, but before he was reborn, Zhou An had been working outside for many years, and the taste of talking and greeting had changed a lot.

"Good, good evening!"

The emaciated young man barely squeezed out a smile and responded a little unnaturally, Zhou An didn't see the expectation in his eyes, drove the car to the place where the stall was set up every day, and began to make preparations to pick up customers (^_-).

Zhou An's business tonight is still very good, and before the preparations are done, a little girl came to buy spiced snails, followed by a young man in his twenties to buy crayfish.

Zhou An and Zhou Jian were busy smiling here, smiling at the crockpot soup shop, but it was as if they had been washed with water, clean and deserted, except for the shopkeeper Hu Xingyu, that is, the emaciated young man, there was no one.

Hu Xingyu usually sits behind the bar in a daze, and occasionally plays with his mobile phone boringly, but tonight he feels like he has a thorn on his buttocks, and he can't sit still at all.

I can't help but walk to the door and look at Zhou An's stall through the glass door.

It's complicated!

There are all kinds of emotions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The cost of Zhou An's small stall is not a fraction of his store, but seeing Zhou An's customers coming like a cloud, and the queue is getting longer and longer, Hu Xingyu has a complicated feeling in his heart.

He has bright and clean windows here, the most spacious tables and chairs in the entire food street, and air conditioning and air conditioning, but those diners who come to the food street are like being lowered their heads, and they go to buy things from Zhou An's small stall, but they don't enter his store, what can he do?

He can't wait to go out and pull customers into the store, but he opens a crockpot soup shop, not an ancient Qinglou, and he himself is not a turtle in the Qinglou, how can he be a street puller?

Glancing at Zhou An's business again, Hu Xingyu sighed, turned around and walked to the bar, the word "frustrated" seemed to be written all over his back.

At this moment, the glass door was pushed open, Hu Xingyu heard the voice, his expression was happy, and when he looked back, he smiled bitterly.

Because......

"Wife, why are you here?"

It turned out that his daughter-in-law came with the child in her arms.

His daughter-in-law didn't seem to hear what he asked, and as soon as she entered the door, she asked, "How is it? The person who wants to transfer our store, have you negotiated with him? When will you sign the agreement and pay the money?"

Hu Xingyu smiled bitterly and bowed his head, "Wife, not long after he came to set up a stall, he hasn't come to talk to me yet, when he came just now, he nodded and said hello to me, but I look at him, it seems that he is not ready to come to talk to me again......"

When the woman heard this, her eyebrows furrowed, and she thought for a while, "That may be that the transfer fee you reported yesterday scared people, so you listen to me, if he doesn't come to talk to you for a while, you can go and talk to him!"

Face or something, put it aside first! When is it, you still can't figure it out?

Don't you know that our store is now open for an extra day, thanks to a day's money? I already let you get out of the hand and transfer out, you have to drag it, what is the result?

It's been delayed for more than a month, and thanks to several thousand, right? Are you still planning to drag it out? You have so much money that you are panicking, aren't you? Your daughter has to drink milk powder every day, and milk powder is very expensive, do you know?"

Hu Xingyu: "......"

His wife's words left him speechless.

Reluctantly looked at the store, sighed, nodded, and said helplessly: "Okay! Wait until 9 o'clock, if he doesn't come to me at 9 o'clock, I'll go to him, it's all right?"

The woman frowned a little and walked to a table next to her, "That's pretty much it!"

He glanced at him again, and said angrily: "Don't pestle, you don't have any eyesight, you still have to do business like this? You are almost the same business as you! Go and bring me a can of soybean pork knuckle soup, I'll drink more, and see if I can give your daughter more milk!"

"Hey, hey, okay! Don't worry, I'll serve it to you!"

Hu Xingyu hurriedly went to the end, I don't know if he has a dog at home, if so, it is estimated that his status in the family will have to be ranked behind the dog.

"Poof...... What are you doing? You're still selling so sour, you're all rancid!"

As soon as she drank a mouthful of soup, the woman squirted out, startling Hu Xingyu, not quite believing it, "It's really fake? How can it be rancid? I made it in the morning, and I didn't sell it yesterday, I poured it ......."

The woman didn't talk nonsense to him, and handed the soup spoon to him angrily, "You drink it yourself! It's like a pig's water! Just like you, you still want to make money? Hurry up and get rid of this shop!"

Hu Xingyu took the soup spoon with an ugly face, scooped a small spoonful and put it in his mouth, as soon as he put it in his mouth, his expression changed, and he opened his mouth and spit the soup in the trash can next to him.

His face became ugly and he was puzzled.

Why is pork knuckle soup that hasn't been burned all day long?

Before opening the shop, when he learned from the master who trained him, the master said with certainty that as long as the soup in summer is constantly on fire and always maintains a high temperature, it is impossible for bacteria to grow in the soup, and it is impossible for it to be rancid.

But the pork knuckle soup he made this morning was really rancid.