The person who came was a woman in her 30s.

Different from the appearance of dragging in the Chengbei market, Wu Xiaozheng's mouth is now so sweet that it seems to be filled with honey.

"Yo, eldest sister, what about grocery shopping, just after the New Year, do you want to buy some pickled radishes and go back for a change of taste?"

This woman should be a very hearty person, she smiled and said: "Child, your mouth is sweet enough, but it's not right for you to call me eldest sister, my daughters are about the same age as you." ”

Wu Xiaozheng grinned and said, "Seeing that you are so young, capable and energetic, I don't dare to call you aunt, and besides, I don't know your daughter." ”

The middle-aged woman was immediately amused, and said with a smile: "Your mouth is so oily, I don't dare to let my daughter know you!"

After the joke was over, the middle-aged woman turned her attention to the pickled radish: "How does your pickled radish taste?"

Wu Xiaozheng had already prepared, picked up a sample of a box of fast food boxes, and poked a piece with a toothpick: "This is a sour and spicy taste, you can taste it." ”

After the middle-aged woman finished eating this piece, Wu Xiaozheng handed over another piece: "This is sweet and sour, you can also taste it." ”

"It tastes good, how much is a bottle?"

After tasting it, the middle-aged woman showed obvious purchase intentions.

Wu Xiaozheng picked up a can and said, "It's not expensive, such a big bottle is only one dollar." ”

may be because Wu Xiaozheng's mouth is sweet, and the middle-aged woman is very refreshing: "Then let's have three bottles each!"

Boss He was taken aback when he saw it, he didn't expect this pickled radish to sell so much so easily.

What surprised him even more was Wu Xiaozheng's next words: "Eldest sister, even if you like it again, I don't recommend you to buy so much at once." ”

The middle-aged woman replied curiously: "It's really interesting for you kid to do business, don't you think you have a lot of money?"

Wu Xiaozheng replied: "Of course, I don't think about the money, but the fresher the pickled radish, the better the taste, and the taste will get worse and worse over time, and it will become more and more sour." If you like it, you can look at this shop behind me, and you will have to buy it every day in the future, and it will be fresh. Of course, you have to recognize our brand of Chef Wu, this is the authentic pickled radish. ”

Boss He listened a little flustered on the side.

This kid is so talkative!

Before we agreed to sell on behalf of the store, he began to help me develop old customers in the store, and it seemed that I couldn't do it if I didn't agree.

Also, I never forgot to promote the brand of Chef Wu, making other pickled radishes look like fake and shoddy products.

It's a bit high.

The middle-aged woman was even happier when she saw that Wu Xiaozheng had no profiteer temperament at all, and said: "Cheng, but there are many guests in the family in the past two days, you still bring me two bottles each, children should prefer sweet and sour tastes." ”

The first business was so happily closed.

Next, Brother Jun also witnessed what sales are.

All the customers who were willing to come to the front, under Wu Xiaozheng's sweet words, almost did not return empty-handed, more than three or five bottles, less than one or two bottles, and it didn't take long to sell dozens of bottles.

Of course, there are also hesitations: "People only sell for eight cents a bottle, are you a little expensive?"

Wu Xiaozheng picked up the sample and stuffed it: "You try it, you try it first, see if you get what you pay for?" If you want to eat pickled radish, you have to recognize our brand of Chef Wu, a well-known brand in Xiangshui County!"

After trying, those who hesitate will eventually pay obediently, and at the same time, they also recognize the brand of Chef Wu.

Boss He was really red-eyed.

Only half an hour has passed, and this kid has sold nearly 100 bottles, which is how good the business must be during the peak period!

No, I can't let him sell it anymore, all he sells himself is the money I can make!

So he said: "Little brother, don't sell it, I'll take this agent, how to act as an agent, you just say it." ”

Wu Xiaozheng's original purpose was not to sell pickled radishes in person, but to develop agents, so he stopped.

After some explanation, for the sake of safety, Boss He still adopted the method of consignment sales and tentatively bought 200 bottles of goods.

His abacus is quite good: even if he can't sell it, he won't lose my capital.

Wu Xiaozheng did not force him, and after handing over the goods, he began to instruct him on sales skills.

"You can't sell these pickled radishes like you, you have to set up a table at the door like I do, and pile the pickled radishes into a hill so that you can attract attention. ”

"You are stupid, now the pickled radish produced by Chef Wu is an exclusive business in this market, don't you sell it as a main product?

"Also, you have to have a better service attitude, don't go out at every turn, you can get along with anything, but don't get along with money!"

……

Boss He, who was in his early 30s, was stunned by Wu Xiaozheng's training, and he had to laugh, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it at all, and he didn't dare to refute it.

Just kidding, even the famous military brother is obedient in front of him, how dare he provoke this boy who doesn't know where to come?

If business is too good, people will be jealous.

When Wu Xiaozheng started selling pickled radish, because it happened to be the cold season of the market in the afternoon, the movement here immediately attracted the attention of people with a heart.

This person happened to be a copycat pickled radish seller, and when he paid a little attention, he found that Wu Xiaozheng's pickled radish was really selling well, and the most heartwarming thing for him was that Wu Xiaozheng was still saying "Genuine pickled radishes, please look for Chef Wu".

Isn't this a robbery of our jobs?

So this person secretly asked someone to help and bought a can of pickled radish produced by Chef Wu, opened it and tasted it, and the taste was really better than the one he sold.

This is not a job job, but a smashing of a job!

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

The man began to use his brain.

As a businessman, he naturally couldn't do it himself, and he wasn't sure about it in person, so he had another idea.

Having been in this market for so long, this person always has some way.

So when Wu Xiaozheng had just finished handing over the business of Boss He and was about to go to the next market, three people with market administrator signs and sticks in their hands appeared in front of them.

"Who asked you to sell things here, did you get the approval of the market management office, and did you pay the management fee?"

The leader is a young man in his 20s, who speaks very reasonably, but he lacks a bit of ruffianism in his bones.

"This person's name is Liu Sanbao, and he is Brother Hua's subordinate. ”

Boss He whispered in the ears of Wu Xiaozheng and Brother Jun, but he didn't dare to come forward.

Looks like there's trouble!

Wu Xiaozheng hadn't figured out how to answer, but the young man named Liu Sanbao spoke again: "Smash me!"

He said this to the other two young men behind him.