After lunch, Wu Xiaozheng and Brother Jun pulled two or three wheeled carrots and set off for the city.

For Wu Xiaozheng, the most important thing for him now is to bring Brother Jun out as soon as possible.

This is also a matter of necessity.

In terms of company registration and some miscellaneous matters, Wu Minxia is running, so basically you don't have to worry about too many things for Wu Xiaozheng.

Judging from the current situation, although the procedures for registering a food processing company are a little troublesome, and there are more than a dozen procedures to run in total, because Yang Guiping has made proper arrangements, he has not encountered too much trouble for the time being.

On the production side, if it is only the production of pickled radishes and dried pickled radish, Jiang Lihua and Grandma Wu have already started, and the key processes are firmly in the hands of these two people, Wu Xiaozheng does not need to worry too much for the time being.

The only problem is sales.

This market is a little too big, and with Wu Xiaozheng's current manpower, Xiangshui County alone has to run.

And sales is indeed a technical job, and the difference between being able to run and not being able to run is really too big.

Judging from the current situation, although Brother Jun is not afraid of hardships and is very motivated, after all, he has no sales experience, Wu Xiaozheng must bring him out, call him effective methods, and then expect him to bring a group of people out.

It was only when the sales force was actually up that the food processing plant was barely on track.

Wu Xiaozheng did not go to the market he was familiar with this time.

That market is really not difficult for Wu Xiaozheng, because after a period of operation, whether it is him Wu Xiaozheng or his Chef Wu pickled radish, they have become famous there, and it is too easy to promote.

This is not what Wu Xiaozheng wants, because if he wants to lead Brother Jun now, he must start from the normal market.

Although Xiangshui County is not big, there are still five large-scale vegetable markets, and Wu Xiaozheng went to the vegetable market in the west of the city this time.

Wu Xiaozheng and Brother Jun immediately realized the difficulties of the market.

Because the goal was to focus on the wholesale stalls of groceries in the market, Wu Xiaozheng drew gourds in the same way, and chose a stall closest to the exit of the market, wanting to sell pickled radishes in front of this stall.

But before he could make any move, the boss of the stall ran out.

"Push away, push away, don't stand in my way!"

The boss's tone was a bit fierce, as if he was in a hurry to ask for food.

Brother Jun's temper immediately came up, and he wanted to scold him directly, but Wu Xiaozheng hurriedly stopped him.

"Excuse me, boss, let's go right away. ”

Wu Xiaozheng hurriedly pulled Brother Jun and pushed the tricycle away from the door of this stall, but he didn't go far.

"Brother Jun, we are going out to seek wealth now, and we can't lose our temper when we encounter the slightest thing!"

Wu Xiaozheng cautiously persuaded first.

"Do you have to endure this?" Brother Jun asked in surprise.

"You have to endure it. ”

Wu Xiaozheng was most worried about this for Brother Jun, for fear that his violent temper would attack at any time, so he told him the truth of raising his head to be a man and bowing his head to seek wealth.

"Then you can't be bullied!" Brother Jun's anger still didn't subside.

"It's okay to suffer a little bit in words, let's find a way to enslave him, let him help us make money, and let him be our grandson in the future." Wu Xiaozheng had no choice but to explain it like this.

There's no way, just Brother Jun's donkey temper, and it's really not good if you don't want to find a way to brush his hair.

"What's the solution?" Brother Jun finally relented and asked curiously.

"Look at me!"

Xiaobai took a closer look and saw that the grocery store was selling cigarettes, so he immediately ran over.

"Boss, how much is a pack of golden hibiscus?"

"Two pieces of eight. ”

"What about Changsha?"

"Three pieces. ”

"What about Baisha?"

"Four pieces of five. Do you want it?" the boss was impatient again.

This kind of temper to do business is really a bit underwhelming, and even Wu Xiaozheng almost couldn't help it.

However, in this era, many people who do business have not yet developed the sense of service of later generations, especially this young boss in his early 30s, who is a gangster at first glance, and his bad temper can barely be understood.

Wu Xiaozheng endured it, and he said, "Then let's wrap Baisha." ”

The young boss's face immediately turned cloudy and clear.

In this era, this kind of four-and-five-dollar white sand cigarette is already a relatively good cigarette, a pack can be worth the money of ordinary people's three or four meals, or the kind that goes to the restaurant, so the common people are reluctant to smoke, and only the big bosses and cadres who do business will buy it.

Of course, there are better ones such as Ashima and Hongta Mountain in other provinces, which are more expensive.

Obviously, Wu Xiaozheng's atmosphere finally made the young boss's face better.

Wu Xiaozheng handed over five yuan, took the cigarette, and asked the boss for a five-cent disposable lighter, skillfully disassembled the cigarette, popped out two, threw one to the boss, and stuffed one into his mouth, and then lit it.

The whole process is quite chic.

Speaking of smoking, Wu Xiaozheng also smoked in his previous life, but he was not addicted, and this set of actions of playing with cigarettes was learned from his brothers after following Brother Jun.

At that time, everyone on the street liked to play this cool game.

This set of actions also shook the young boss a little.

"Boss, what's your surname?" Wu Xiaozheng suddenly said from his mouth.

"Oh, don't be expensive, surname Ho. ”

Seeing that Wu Xiaozheng was very good, the young boss was also a lot kinder.

"Boss He, have you mixed on the road before?" Wu Xiaozheng asked again with a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes.

Full of ruffians.

Boss He smiled: "That was a few years ago, and now that I'm old, I can't mix it up, and I have to make money to support my family." ”

When he said this, Boss He raised his hand intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a small tattoo on his left wrist.

Wu Xiaozheng is even more aware in his heart.

Unlike later generations, tattoos may be a fashion in later generations, but in this era, if someone has a tattoo, he is mixing on the street, or he wants to be on the street.

So in this era, ordinary people generally don't dare to mess with tattooed men.

But everyone who really mixes in the road knows that tattooed men are actually not so terrible, and they are far less terrible than those who don't have tattoos, such as the military brother.

The reason is very simple, a person who is really capable does not need to rely on tattoos to scare people, and he needs to use tattoos to scare people, which can only mean that he has not yet mixed home.

Of course, there are exceptions, but Wu Xiaozheng believes that it is absolutely not included in front of Boss He.

So Wu Xiaozheng spoke again: "Boss He, you can't do this business!"

Boss He froze directly, and his face became a little unhappy again.

"Little brother, how do you say this?" asked Boss He with a gloomy face.

The atmosphere is getting a little cold again.