Zhang Hui wants to buy Li Shun's ice packs, and she must accept two conditions.

Pay for the goods with coins with a denomination of not less than five dimes and buy at least twenty packs of popsicles.

In order to keep the old customer Sun Mei, Zhang Hui pinched her nose and left the cold drink factory on a motorcycle.

Pick up a box of instant noodles and go to my father-in-law's house, borrow my father-in-law's freezer, and put the popsicle in the freezer.

His father-in-law is a cultural person, and he writes well with a brush, not only lending a freezer to his son-in-law, but also giving additional billboards.

Remove the wooden board that covers the chicken coop, write the words "wholesale popsicles" in Songti, and give your son-in-law a parasol.

The next morning, the freezer was placed on the side of the road in front of the store, and the parasol was opened to cover the freezer.

Zhang Hui bought a plug board and connected the ground drag wire to power the freezer.

Got everything done, and showed a wry smile.

If the money you make from wholesale popsicles can't cover the electricity bill of the freezer, it's too depressing.

Give the key to the motorcycle to the buddy Oda and ask him to go to the cold drink factory to buy twenty packs of ice packs and twenty packs of popsicles.

Zhang Hui wanted to go to the store next door to scold Yufeng, why did you say you tossed me?

Yufeng saw Zhang Hui tossing all morning, and her heart was happy, the more uncomfortable you are, the happier I am.

The guy Oda came to the cold drink factory, first loaded 20 packs of ice packs, then 20 packs of popsicles, and a cart full of water.

"Brother Shun, give you money." Oda pulled out three wads of bills.

They are all Wujiao's banknotes, with Miao Zhuang girls on the front and national emblem on the back.

Two piles of 100 sheets, one stack of 40 sheets, a total of 120 yuan.

In fact, Li Shun wants the plum blossom five-corner coin more.

Han Ying quickly counted the money, took out six banknotes and put them on the table:

"Brother, you can't ask for these money."

Of the six problem bills, three were rotten money with missing corners and two were covered with oil.

Another one was broken in half and glued with scotch tape.

"Let Zhang Hui send me another three yuan." Li Shun handed Xiao Tian six problem bills.

"I'll go back and talk to my boss." Oda took the money and laughed alongside.

"Don't worry, you don't have to run over, bring it next time." Han Ying sang with a red face.

Xiao Tian returned to the store and reported to Zhang Hui, who said with a calm face:

"Wait, this batch of popsicles is estimated to be sold until the Year of the Ox."

Xiao Tian didn't dare to talk, opened the freezer and put in the popsicles, and then put ten loose popsicles on top.

"What's going on with these guys?" Zhang Hui asked with a dark face.

"Boss Li gave it, saying that it was for customers to taste." Oda hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, take off your pants and fart." Zhang Hui was depressed.

I just wanted to buy ice packs, but I was bundled with popsicles, and this kind of thing would be depressing for anyone.

"Li Shun is not kind, he has too much to buy and sell." Oda pats on the back and usually places "wholesale popsicles" billboards.

At this time, Lao Zheng of Huimin Primary School came to buy goods, pedaled a tricycle and ran ten miles, tired and sweaty.

"Oh, look at Brother Zheng's heat, I'll pour water for Brother Zheng." Zhang Hui went back to the store to get the teapot.

"Old slammer, won't let me eat sorbet?" Lao Zheng is an old customer, and he is not usually polite to Zhang Hui.

When I opened the freezer, I didn't see the sorbet, so I grabbed a popsicle in my hand, and my palm was cold.

Biting open the package and holding it in his mouth, a cool breath made his brain instantly clear, and his tongue was sweet.

Lao Zheng has eaten ice cubes frozen by ice packs, and there is no sweetness, which is similar to eating ice.

Ice packs are placed in the freezer, and if they can't be sold for a long time, they will freeze into lumps. Not only is it not sweet, but it is also impossible to put it in your mouth.

It's like a steamed bun that has been put for half a month, and it can't be bitten with your teeth.

And the popsicle is like a fritter, you can lick it slowly in your mouth, and you can bite it when you lick it to a certain extent.

Ice packs can be drunk in one go, but popsicles can be eaten for a long time, so students should like it.

Lao Zheng pointed to the freezer and said:

"Zhang Hui, how do you sell your popsicles?"

"You want?"

"Nonsense, take a few packs away at the right price."

"Three pieces of five, a bag of fifty." Zhang Hui hurriedly quoted.

Lao Zheng shook his head, the price of the goods is seven cents, it is not profitable to sell one dime, and it is not easy to sell one dime and five cents.

"Three dollars a pack, try five packs first." Lao Zheng directly cut off five cents, and it was okay to sell a pack to earn two yuan.

Zhang Hui was happy in her heart, selling ice packs to earn one yuan, and selling packs of popsicles also earned one yuan, but the size of popsicles was small.

Lao Zheng's small three-wheeler can hold up to five packs of ice packs, but it can hold fifteen packs of popsicles.

Although selling popsicles consumes electricity, it can sell more goods and make more money.

"Haha, I'll give Brother Zheng face. Change someone to come over, and if you don't give three yuan and five, you won't take the goods. Zhang Hui opened her eyes and said nonsense.

"You don't give me face, I don't buy your stuff." Lao Zheng instantly felt that he had more face.

In the end, he took away five packs of popsicles, and Zhang Hui earned five yuan.

In the afternoon of the next day, Lao Zheng came again on a tricycle:

"Get me fifteen packs of popsicles."

"You sold out of five packs of popsicles in one day?" Zhang Hui was puzzled.

"There are five or six hundred people in my school, and the students love to eat." Lao Zheng opened the freezer and found that there were only twelve packets, saying:

"Is there anything else, get me three more packs."

"There's a lot in the warehouse, you can rest first." Zhang Hui went back to the store and opened the cash box and took out six stacks of five-corner bills.

Suddenly stunned, he put down the banknote again and took out a five-cent money stick.

One hundred plum blossom Wujiao coins, rolled into money sticks from waste newspapers, and one stick is fifty yuan.

Zhang Hui pulled the cash box, pinched 20 more Wu Jiao coins, and scraped together 60 yuan to give his partner Xiao Tian:

"Go to the warehouse and pull thirty packs of popsicles."

Xiao Tian walked up to Zhang Hui and whispered:

"Boss, I still owe Brother Li three yuan yesterday."

Zhang Hui patted her head, remembered the five-cent bill that had been refunded, and gritted her teeth and took out six more Wu Jiao coins.

"He thinks my money is rotten, I want to see what else he can say this time."

Oda smiled, drove a three-wheeled motorcycle to the cold drink factory, and came back ten minutes later with a cart of popsicles.

After receiving the payment and sending Lao Zheng away, Zhang Hui asked Xiao Tian:

"What did Li Shun say again?"

Xiao Tian suddenly laughed, lowered his voice and said:

"Brother Li asked me to ask you, yesterday he forcibly sold popsicles, are you still angry now?"

Zhang Hui was embarrassed, glared at Xiao Tian fiercely, and turned around to go to the house to drink water.

At this time, Dou Lan of Shuangyang Primary School came to the wholesale street to buy.

She is an old customer of Yufeng, and walked straight to Zhang Hui's store:

"Boss, get me five packs of popsicles."

"Medium, Xiao Tian quickly prepare goods for our sister."

Zhang Hui almost jumped up, competitors' customers came into the store to buy goods, is there anything more cool than this?

The popsicle business is doing the right thing, he is not annoyed that Li Shunqiang sells it now, who dares to say that Li Shunqiang sells him and who is in a hurry.

For the next three days, the popsicle business was surprisingly good.

Eighty packs were sold in three days, and I easily earned eighty yuan.

Zhang Hui woke up laughing in a dream, and couldn't help but feel that Li Shun was a capable person. I have mastered the consumption psychology of primary school students.

If you can make cold drinks that elementary school students like to eat, you can make money.

And the cobbler is far inferior to Li Shun, and sooner or later he will be killed by Li Shun.

On the morning of the fifth day, Zhang Hui couldn't laugh.

Yufeng next door and Liu Jianqiang opposite both went to the freezer and grabbed the popsicle business with him.

The person Zhang Hui hates the most is Liu Jianqiang, the owner of Jianqiang's non-staple food opposite.