As a successful self-made businessman from a small vendor, Qin Guan knew what was good to sell with his eyes closed for this kind of bazaar strategy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you dare to sell the beauty of the world in such a bazaar, it will be the result of zero income for a day, plus the original high-end signboard will also be smashed.

Therefore, in this kind of lively market, choosing to sell food is the most correct choice.

American bazaars, must-have snacks, that is everyone's memory of the great love.

Fluffy marshmallows, fragrant corn dogs, large apples wrapped in syrup, and a variety of fried foods are popular at any market.

But for Qin Guan, this was not enough.

Because of the similarity of these choices, it is easy for him to collide with other vendors.

If you want to win the sales king in this bazaar and get the prize money sponsored by Columbia University, you have to find another way.

And in this bazaar, the participation of Chinese cuisine is indispensable!

In today's red, blue, open-air stall with only a shade roof, with the stop of the white van of Xu Xiaoxiao's restaurant, the stall belonging to Qin Guan revealed his true face of competing for hegemony.

In the huge plastic safety box, there are all kinds of ingredients that have been cut, and the huge iron plate car is the final tool for their sales operation.

The small gas stove that Chinese vendors love to use has been familiar to Qinguan, and the pork and green onion stuffed buns from Tianjin's Chinatown master are lined up in their steamers like white guards.

A grid of noodles that have been weighed separately is ready to go, just waiting for its owner to give an order, showing its fearless smooth and elastic teeth!

As the ticket office at the front of the market began to officially collect fees, the curtain of this Columbia market was opened.

Tickets are free for children, and the one-dollar ticket for adults is simply a conscience choice, and the surrounding residents and school students who have already been notified have become a new force in this market.

With the very strong ticket sales of the students at the front desk, the official Venerable Master has already begun to be officially launched in this ready bazaar.

Looking at the flow of people, Qin Guan, who looked at his watch again, put the puppy apron that Cong Nianwei prepared for him around his body, and started his first day as a small trader full of feelings.

'Thorny'

The warm peanut oil was squeezed by Qin Guan with a piercing mineral water bottle onto the already burned hot iron plate.

For small traders, such utensils are poured more evenly than oil cans, and they are more fuel-efficient.

Accompanied by the egg in Qin Guan's left hand, it was knocked open by the side of the car, and a whole egg was spread out on the iron plate, and was quickly slid away by the small shovel in his right hand.

And with this steaming operation, the eyes of the market guests, who had been waiting for a long time since breakfast, all shifted to this stall in Qinguan.

The dance-like operation, the abundance of ingredients, and the unusual aroma of the teppanyaki dishes are the reasons why they stopped moving forward.

The sliced Cantonese sweet sausage, coupled with the mix and match of small rape, makes the yellow fried noodles drizzled with soy sauce also attractive for no reason.

And the big $6 signboard that was propped up in front of the iron plate car early is the driving force behind these American people moving forward.

"A fried mein!"

The first customer finally pointed to the noodles that were about to come out of the pot in front of Qin Guan and said that he had placed the first order belonging to this vendor.

"Okay! Wait! ”

When the spatula picked up the pot, the simple lunch box on the side was instantly filled, which showed the affordability of this food in disguise!

A pair of white bamboo chopsticks were handed over, and the first guest found that he was in an awkward situation.

Whether it was the boss in front of him or the other guests behind him, they were all watching the fried noodles in his hand and the next action at this time.

The stunned diner shuddered and pulled the chopsticks away and stuffed them into his mouth, but after the noodles were eaten, their eyes instantly glowed with a high decibel light.

Then the guest, ignoring the noise around him, buried his head in it as if no one was around.

'Siri snores! Splinters! ’

The person next to me is in a hurry, I don't know that there is something more cruel in this world than being hungry, is watching others eat when I am hungry!!

A few anxious people on the side shouted at Qin Guan's stall.

"Hey! Friend! Don't patronize and eat! How does it taste? You have something to say! ”

"That's it, patronizing yourself, it's a bit unrighteous!"

The person standing in the middle couldn't bear it anymore because of the burning eyes, and roared angrily at these flies who didn't let him eat properly: "It's not delicious, you TM won't see it yourself!" ”

This voice can be regarded as calming everyone's hearts, and the rapid assembly of the team shows how enticing the smell of food in the air is.

Qin Guan, who was busy on the side, and Cong Nianwei, who had white flour on her face, looked like a husband and wife food stall, and it was sold in full swing.

As Xu Xiaoxiao, who has been exposed to the restaurant street in Chinatown since he was a child, he has become a trotting hall responsible for peddling and soliciting customers in this market.

The cooperation of the three of them, coupled with the heartfelt help of the brother who passed by, but for most of the day, the sun was still hanging high in the sky, and the ingredients in their stall had been sold out.

If you have to sell something, there are two pieces of ginger left, and they will reign supreme in the empty food box.

At this time, Qin Guan's arm was almost unable to lift, and the production of hundreds of fried noodles had already brought him to the limit, and the perseverance of the small traders who had set up stalls in the night market for many years was no longer something he could bear now.

The ancients did not deceive me, and it was difficult to enter simplicity from luxury!

But when I turned my head to look at the box full of change, it gave people a sense of satisfaction for no reason.

This simple market stall allowed them to receive thousands of dollars.

And at the moment of collective settlement after nightfall, the store belonging to Qin Guan naturally won the award of the best selling store.

The amount of the bonus is the total amount of your income in this bazaar, which means that Qin Guan's team has been paid twice as much today.

A feeling of luck with pie falling from the sky was filling Qin Guan's whole body at this time, and those colorful banknotes seemed to sweep away all the sourness in his body, and he inexplicably entered a state of excitement. (To be continued.) )