C188 [Who is going to lose on this deal?]

Mian Niang felt that this person looked a little familiar, all the surrounding stall owners greeted him enthusiastically.

Mian Niang originally thought that the other party was a helper of the Lin Family, and she was still thinking of a plan at the start. Very quickly, she found out from her words that he was the manager of the Peach Blossom House, surnamed Zhou, that the Lin Family's soy sauce dish was originally sold to the Peach Blossom House, and the price had always been set, just that the Lin Family's daughter-in-law was not willing to raise the price recently.

Although Old Madam Lin's sons and wives were all scoundrels, the old lady's pickled vegetables were excellent in taste and fragrance, becoming a specialty of the Peach Blossom House. Peach Blossom House had already done business with her family for a few years, but who would have thought that the price would rise so quickly.

Since the old lady was not in charge, his son's wife was in charge.

Previously, the waiter had discussed with someone about the price, but didn't bring back a satisfactory answer. There was even a quarrel with Old Granny Lin's daughter-in-law, and Steward Zhou had no choice but to step in, wanting to see if there was still room for discussion.

"It wasn't easy for us either. The shopkeeper didn't agree to raise the price, and he also said that this dish of soy sauce must be served. He said that he had to do something for them and serve them their rice bowls, so what can we do?"

However, when he heard Mian Niang speak, he seemed to be familiar with the Lin Family. The young man had delicate features, and did not look like a scoundrel either, hoping that the other party would help him talk to the Lin Family. Unexpectedly, not long ago, he had already formed a grudge between the two.

Mian Niang did not know what she was planning, but when he saw that Yue Yang wanted to dig out everything from his heart, he felt embarrassed, and did not know what to say. As for this Steward Zhou, the more he talked, the more he hated him for being late.

He even started to squat down and look at the bean skin and the two hens. He held the bean skin in his hand and said in surprise, "Little brother, your bean skin is not bad. Its color is good and it also has fine hair. It looks different from other people's."

Mian Niang smiled and was a little embarrassed: "When I make tofu, I go through the water three times, but I'm afraid that the tofu would be unclean. The tofu that I make would not have any strange smell, and even the skin would be better than other people's."

She felt that her skin was getting thicker and thicker. When she first went out to sell tofu, she couldn't even open her mouth. But now, she was praising herself just because she knew she had the chance, not to mention peddling on the streets.

Her smile was so innocent and soft that it made people's hearts light up.

Steward Zhou could be considered to have read countless people, but he also felt that this kind of smile made his heart feel comfortable. He immediately smiled and said: "This isn't worth it, after three times, the tofu is not worth the effort, other people's homes only need to go through water or go through water twice, to save effort and materials, aren't you doing a loss-making business?"

"What's there to lose out on? We just need to earn a little less and suffer a little more, but the tofu we made is great, we can let others eat it without worry."

"You can't put it that way. Doing business like this really isn't worth it." Steward Zhou mocked Mian Niang's foolishness.

Mian Niang was not angry either, and only explained: "Let's not talk about what's good or bad, I don't really know how to do business, and even tofu is something that's been going on for the past half year. All I know is that if I don't like tofu that's made from this, and I don't dare to eat it, how would others like it? I won't hide it from you, I think this is pretty good. Although it may be true that the suffering and fatigue made a little less money, but the villagers of Wuli Eight Village all eat tofu from our home, and those that don't mind the road far, so they specially went to our house to order tofu. "You are knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and know a lot. Can you help me calculate how much you have earned from this account?"

Steward Zhou stroked the goatee under his chin and slightly nodded: "Although it took a bit of effort, it saved up some reputation. This business, is worth it!"

It was probably because the words that had been pressing down on his heart had finally been said. Steward Zhou was also willing to speak a few more words with this young lad who had a very good impression of him.

Mian Niang's smile revealed a tinge of satisfaction.

Steward Zhou's tofu skin was still in his hands as he looked at the two chickens: "Hen you, you, tell me again, what's the difference between this hen and other people's hens?"

"This is no different. Three years of an old hen doesn't like laying eggs, and I can't bear to eat them in my own home. I can only exchange them for some money." Our family makes tofu, and every day we use tofu water to mix it with wild vegetables. We also add in some tofu dregs, which is even thicker than the chickens that other families feed. "

"Heh, you're not modest at all."

"What I said was the truth, modesty is a lie. What did you say?"

Mian Niang's question was especially sincere, to the point that Steward Zhou was unable to respond for a moment. After a long time, he finally laughed: "Fine fine fine, since you're an honest man, let's make a deal today, I'll buy all of your beans and hens. You go to the Lin Family and help me be a lobbyist, letting them sell their soy sauce vegetables to me at the original price, what do you say?"

Seeing her fall into silence, Steward Zhou did not speak for a long time. If the customers in the shop really say it's good, then I want as much as I can from you in the future. I promise I won't bid on the price, but what about you, you're just helping me run some errands, talking about this business of yours, it's not a loss, right? "

Mian Niang said with a troubled face: "I did not lose out in business, but you are the one who lost. Let me be honest with you, I really can't be considered to be close friends with the Lin Family, and not only am I not familiar with them, I can also be considered to be the enemy of someone I just made a feud with."

Even if the Steward Zhou had seen a play, he had never seen such an interesting one. His expression was one of astonishment as he asked: "What's going on?"

Mian Niang had originally thought that it wasn't a good thing to be deep in thought and didn't plan to tell him everything. But then she thought that with so many people watching, if she didn't tell this Steward Zhou everything, he would find out sooner or later.

After the Steward Zhou heard this, he did not say anything for a long time, and only stared at her with his pair of eyes. After a while, he gave Mian Niang a thumbs up and said: "I was wrong. "He's really secretive."

"Not at all." Mian Niang was truly modest, not faking it.

She relied on the blade in her hand to suppress the couple. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to rest in peace right now.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he should have been more straightforward when he took out the money at the noodle shop. Forget about everything else, just the dagger from Mr. Jiang had been of great help to him.

If he was a bit faster when taking out the money, would Mr. Jiang not rush to pay the bill?

Realizing that his focus was on somewhere else, Mian Niang immediately pulled back his train of thoughts that was already far away and looked at Steward Zhou.

She couldn't speak the truth to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble. She just felt that it would be a pity to set up a stall here every time if she didn't have a long-term buyer for the bean skin. It was just that she missed it.

"You really are a fool. If you don't say what you said today, just say a few words to me. After I buy your stuff, you'd better hurry up and leave. What can I do next time I go to another place to sell bean curd skin?"

Mian Niang: "I didn't!"

Steward Zhou: "... It's not like I've never met the real person before, but this is the first time I've met someone like you.

Mian Niang smiled and did not speak. She was lying too, but it depended on when and who she was to.

"Alright, let's do the accounting for your tofu skin and hens."

"You want to buy it?" Mian Niang looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he still wanted to buy his own things even though she had already said that.

"What should I do if I don't buy it? I've been here for a long time, delaying your business. If it was someone else, then it would be fine, but if I were to just leave, wouldn't that seem unfair?"

The Steward Zhou was not an absolute good person. He was able to endure till the point of being a manager did not rely on a kind and kind heart. It was just that when facing such a young person with a bright and fresh smile, he could not just turn and leave.

Mian Niang never thought that he would buy his own things so easily. After agreeing, she quickly took it out and weighed it with her bean skin and hen, then wiped them clean.

The Steward Zhou gave the money to her. Seeing her carefully place the money in the backpack, he couldn't help but find it funny. "This bag is really not small.

Mian Niang chuckled, but she was not angry. She only said: "I can pretend a lot, but I don't have a single one. The tofu skin was tied up and the two hens were tied together. Mian Niang pulled on the rope and was about to give it to her.

Steward Zhou glared at her and said in a bad mood: "You even need me to take this myself. If I buy something from someone else's house, they would send it to me."

Mian Niang didn't think that there would be such a layer left. Thinking about the other party's identity, she quickly understood, and only felt a little troubled. Since Mistress Yun had yet to come back, she was afraid that he would leave.

Just as he was about to discuss it with the other party, he saw Mistress Cloud's figure walking over from the street. She hurriedly informed Steward Zhou and went out to tell Mistress Cloud everything that had happened.

Mistress Cloud had not thought that she would be able to produce such a thing in such a short period of time. She was overjoyed for a moment before beginning to worry, "Could it be that you've met a bad person? You must be wary of him."

She had truly been hurt by Old Madam Lin's words. She had already repeated them twice already.

Mian Niang laughed in her heart, she turned to look, only to see Steward Zhou's face already filled with impatience.

She hurriedly said: "He is indeed the manager of the Peach Blossom House. I have seen him when I was passing by the Peach Blossom House and the surrounding small and small vendor had also greeted him. It can't be fake."