bookrebus Chapter 241: Head like a spinning top
Chapter 241: Head like a spinning top
Xiuying emphasized her tone and said seriously, "However, we can ask each family to provide a laborer. It doesn't need to be very strong, just able to carry and carry. We can form a team to go to the provincial capital to sell chickens.
This way, there's strength in numbers, and we can all look after each other. And since everyone is coming from different households, and everyone's thinking and working together, I'm sure the chickens will sell smoothly."
The village chief listened to Xiuying's words, and his frown gradually relaxed. He nodded slightly and said, "Xiuying, your idea is not bad."
The old village chief raised his head and slowly glanced at Awang, who was sitting next to Xiuying. He was Chen Zexi, the eldest son of Master Chen. His eyes held a hint of hesitation and expectation, as if he was about to speak but stopped.
The old village chief pursed his lips, as if weighing his words, and then slowly said, "If we can hand the broiler chickens directly to the restaurant owned by Master Chen, it will save us a lot of trouble."
As he spoke, he observed Awang's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
"Master Chen's restaurant is well-known and has a large customer base, so there must be a huge demand for broiler chickens." The old village chief's voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner nervousness and anxiety. "This way, we don't have to worry about sales issues, let alone any accidents along the way."
Awang frowned slightly, lost in thought, and the old village chief's heart began to hang in the air. The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became solemn, and everyone was waiting for Awang's answer.
Awang subconsciously glanced at Aunt Xiuying, who was sitting beside him. His eyes held a hint of inquiry and dependence, as if he was seeking some kind of support or guidance.
Xiuying, however, looked calm. She met Awang's gaze and gently told him, "Awang, just tell us what you think and we can discuss it together. Don't hide it."
Awang nodded slightly, took a deep breath, as if to muster up courage, and solemnly told the old village chief: "Village chief, if we give the broiler chickens to the restaurant, we must supply them in large quantities. We can't let the restaurant run out of stock.
But think about it, this breed of broiler chicken is currently only available in Futian Village."
Awang paused and continued, "Aunt Xiuying also said before that broiler chickens must not be allowed to leave Futian Village alive. Only in this way can the breed be kept from being lost and the price can be controlled by us." He looked at Xiuying as he spoke.
"If we hand over a large number of dead chickens to the restaurant, they'll spoil if they don't sell all the chickens within two days." Awang frowned, analyzing the situation with worry. "So, considering all factors, for the long term, broiler chickens are only suitable for retail."
His eyes were firm and his attitude was resolute, and he was obviously very confident in his judgment.
The old village chief listened to Awang's words and fell into deep thought, while Xiuying nodded slightly.
The old village chief looked worried and said, "It's not easy for everyone to go to the city. Not only is the journey long, but it's also tiring. What should we do with the chickens if they are not sold out? We can't just bring them back." As the old village chief spoke, he shook his head repeatedly, his face full of worry.
Xiuying frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then told the old village chief, "Don't worry, village chief. After we get to the city, let the villagers sell their broiler chickens. They should do their best to sell as many as they can. Any unsold chickens will be handed over to the restaurant."
After saying that, Xiuying turned to look at Awang and continued, "Awang, the texture of this broiler chicken is different from ordinary chicken. This is its uniqueness. You can ask the restaurant to make a recipe and promote it well. Tell everyone that this chicken is called white-feather chicken and it's not a rare thing that you can eat whenever you want."
After hearing this, Awang nodded thoughtfully and said, "Aunt Xiuying, your idea is good. This way, people will definitely be more interested in white-feathered chickens, and we can sell them for a good price."
A look of admiration crossed Awang's face, and he muttered to himself, "Oh my! Aunt Xiuying's brain is so quick, like a spinning top!" This is a brilliant idea, so clever! Asking the restaurant to create a menu to promote the white-feathered chicken would not only solve the problem of unsold chicken, but also give the chicken a good advertisement.
Hehe, from now on, all the restaurant's customers will be curious about what this rare white-feathered chicken tastes like. Maybe it'll become the restaurant's signature dish, and then they'll be begging Futian Village for more! Why didn't I think of such a brilliant idea? My brain is far inferior to Aunt Xiuying's.
However, by learning these things from Aunt Xiuying, I, Awang, will become smarter in the future, hehe!
The village chief was all smiles, and he warmly invited Xiuying and Awang to have dinner with him. He said, "Xiuying, and Awang, don't leave. Come have a meal with me and we can have a good chat."
As the village chief spoke, he extended his hand as a gesture to keep them.
However, Xiuying politely declined the village chief's kindness and said, "Village chief, we appreciate your kindness, but I have a lot of things to do at home, so I won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, Xiuying took Awang's hand and turned to leave. Awang looked back at the village chief with some reluctance.
He hasn't eaten at the village chief's house yet. What does the food at the village chief's house taste like?
On the way, Xiuying slowed down and told Awang some business principles in a serious tone.
"Awang, you have to know that when doing business, you can't just focus on immediate profits. Just like today's white-feathered chicken incident, we have to consider it carefully. We have to ensure that we can sell it and we have to control the price ourselves. Auntie is very happy that you thought of this."
"Also, when working with others, you have to be careful, but you also don't let them suffer losses. Only in this way can your business last." Xiuying continued, "Just like dealing with restaurants, we have to let them know that our products are good, but we can't let them take advantage of us."
As Xiuying spoke, she gently tapped Awang's head with her finger.
Awang listened intently, nodding his head repeatedly and saying, "Aunt Xiuying, I understand. What you said makes a lot of sense."
There was a glint of admiration in Awang's eyes, and he muttered to himself that the restaurant was his family's business, and it seemed that Aunt Xiuying really didn't treat him as an outsider.
Xiuying and Awang were walking and talking and laughing. When they arrived outside Ma Ergun's yard, they suddenly heard the shrill voice of Ma Ergun's wife Wang Fuping coming from the yard.
Wang Fuping seemed to be quite excited and kept saying something, but because of the noise, the specific content was not clear at first.
At this moment, Xiuying and Awang vaguely heard Wang Fuping mention Yang Qingfeng's name, and their curiosity was instantly piqued.