Yang Zhenyu has swiped Cai Guangming's Douyin videos several times, and from the perspective of his junior college background, Cai Guangming's cooking skills are really not flattering.

Cai Guangming makes Jianghu cuisine, a dish that is bred from Sichuan cuisine, and Cai Guangming's method of cooking is that the base material is king.

He was able to become popular entirely because of his comedic appearance and his penchant for funny personalities.

Now there are nearly two million Douyin fans, and in Qingjiang County, he is considered a big Internet celebrity, because he has some fame, he is also recommended as the president of the Qingjiang County Chef Association, but in the eyes of many masters, he does not agree with him.

Yang Zhenyu is the same, if he is asked to try his cooking skills with Cai Guangming on the spot, he has full confidence to win.

Two years of New Oriental professional training and two years of star-rated hotel cooking, among their students, they are relatively top-notch.

But now people are popular, and Yang Zhenyu also has to ask others, so he has to temporarily put away the idea of "literati are light" in cooking, and sincerely visit Cai Guangming.

Cai Guangming Studio.

When Yang Zhenyu arrived, Cai Guangming's team was shooting a video.

"Excuse me!"

"Hello, handsome guy, the kitchen is not allowed to enter for the time being!"

Yang Zhenyu was stopped at the door.

Patiently waiting for the video shooting to end, Cai Guangming came out of the kitchen, and Yang Zhenyu went up and said, "Hello, Mr. Cai!"

Cai Guangming glanced at Yang Zhenyu, "Are you my fan?"

"No, Mr. Cai, I have some business matters to talk to you about, is it convenient?" Yang Zhenyu said bluntly.

"Oh, talk about business! You go to the studio to talk to us about finance, I'm really embarrassed, I'm going to participate in a chef training, I'm going to give a lecture!" Cai Guangming finished speaking and left.

Yang Zhenyu can only move to the studio to find finance.

Finance is actually Cai Guangming's wife, named Wang Xiujuan.

Wang Xiujuan learned that Yang Zhenyu was here to talk about business, and she was quite enthusiastic, so she made a cup of tea for Yang Zhenyu.

"Mr. Yang, do you want to do a special show or do you need a booth?" asked Wang Xiujuan.

"Is there any difference?"

"The special session is to take time to go to your place to sell plums live, and the booth is to introduce your products during the normal live broadcast!"

Yang Zhenyu roughly understood, "What are the prices?"

"Mr. Yang, the price of the special session, we generally charge 50,000 yuan, and the booth fee is generally 20,000 yuan, but the effect of the special session is definitely better, last time we did a kiwifruit special session, and sold more than 6,000 catties!"

Only more than 6,000 catties?

Yang Zhenyu was not very satisfied, the sales volume and price did not meet the standard in his heart, so he mentioned it by the way, "I heard that you will also do some live broadcasts to help farmers!"

Wang Xiujuan said: "Mr. Yang, the live broadcast of helping farmers is a public welfare nature, we do not charge for it, but we need government units to take the lead, if you have a relationship in the government, we can also help you bring goods!"

Yang Zhenyu nodded.

It's so realistic.

It's not for money, it's for face.

"I'll go back and think about it!" Yang Zhenyu got up and said.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, call at any time if you need to!" Wang Xiujuan sent Yang Zhenyu downstairs.

On the way back, Yang Zhenyu calculated the account, and the 50,000 special live broadcast fee was really not worth it.

This road can only be abandoned for the time being, and the next channels are nothing more than retail stores and supermarkets, but it has never achieved the effect of promoting its own plums.

Money and fame, Yang Zhenyu wants to earn.

Let your own plums sit firmly in the market with high quality, and only then will you have the power to set prices.

I can't think of the best channel for a while.

"Master, there is a down!" Yang Zhenyu shouted.

got out of the car, the prince squatted at the fork in the road, and saw Yang Zhenyu "meow~" twice.

"How do you know I'm back? Are you here to pick me up?" Yang Zhenyu scratched the prince's chin.

"Meow~Meow~"

The prince shouted vigorously, ran forward after calling, and kept turning around to urge Yang Zhenyu.

Yang Zhenyu shook his head and smiled, probably wanting to eat pig heart and lungs.

"It's only me at home, you have such a good life!" Yang Zhenyu followed.

In rural areas, the older generation feeds cats, basically only once a day, and they often say that cats have very small stomachs and can't eat much, and Wang Xiuying also thinks so.

In fact, as long as you want to feed, you can really raise the raccoon cat into a "raccoon pig" and a small orange into a big orange.

Yang Zhenyu obviously felt that during the time he came back, the prince had gained a lot of weight.

But this guy walks around the fields and forests every day, and the consumption is quite large.

At the door of the house, the prince urged even more.

"Milk, I'll go feed the prince something to eat first!" Yang Zhenyu walked to the door and said to Wang Xiuying.

Wang Xiuying persuaded: "Don't get used to it too much, if you don't catch mice in the future, what's the use?"

In the eyes of the old man, cats are used to catch mice, Yang Zhenyu really likes cats, and also regards them as playmates, looking at the prince and laughing, "Do you hear? Grandma said you can't let me get used to you!"

The prince squatted on the ground, raised his head, stared at Yang Zhenyu with a pair of big eyes, a little aggrieved, "Meow~Meow~" and shouted softly.

"Come in and get it yourself!"

Yang Zhenyu entered the door with his front foot, and the prince jumped on the stove with his legs, and cooperated with the master very tacitly, as soon as the knife fell, the prince slipped away while biting the pig's heart and lungs.

After feeding the cat, I washed my hands and came out to sit next to Wang Xiuying.

Wang Xiuying said with concern: "Grandson, how is the business going?"

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Milk, the cow boss promised to accept 7,000 catties, and the purchase price was fifteen yuan!"

"Fifteen yuan!", Wang Xiuying was surprised, "Seven thousand catties, one catty and fifteen yuan, isn't that more than 100,000?"

Yang Zhenyu nodded.

Wang Xiuying was surprised and delighted, she never thought that in this year's market, her own plums could still make so much money.

"Grandson, what about the rest of the plums?" Wang Xiuying said worriedly.

Although I have made so much money, there are still more than 10,000 catties of plums in the ground, so I can't let it rot in the ground, right?

It's a shame.

"I haven't thought about it yet!" Yang Zhenyu fell into thought.

Wang Xiuying watched Yang Zhenyu busy before and after, she couldn't help, and she was a little distressed, "Grandson, the boss of Hunan came to me again today, they said that the price could rise to ten yuan, and asked us if we could sell it?"

If we can't find another way to sell it, why don't we sell it to them?

I know you said big things in front of them before, and now you sell it, it's a bit embarrassing, it's normal for men to want face.

Or grandma will go to them, grandma will be seventy or eighty years old anyway, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.

This face, grandma will lose it, and if the people in the village laugh at that time, just laugh at me.

We've made a lot of money this year anyway!"

Yang Zhenyu turned his head to look at Wang Xiuying's kind face, and his heart was very moved, in this world, only his grandmother can tell him what he just said.

But Grandma didn't know what he really thought, he cared about the promotion of his own plums, and he had to let customers know about their Yang family's plums, not a fruit store, supermarket, or a buyer.

What he wants to do is direct selling!

Yang Zhenyu stretched out his hand to put it on his grandmother's wrinkled hand and said with a smile: "Milk, don't worry, there will always be a way!"

"Meow~Meow~"

The crown prince interrupted the affectionate conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

Yang Zhenyu patted the stool beside him, "Come, prince, come up!"

The prince jumped up and lay on Yang Zhenyu's lap, full of food and drink, it was time to enjoy the massage.