Volume 698 Market Sales King! ~Shang and Liuhuo Have Been Together for a Hundred Years! Happy Wedding!

As a successful self-made businessman from small vendors, Qin Guan knows what to sell with his eyes closed for the strategy of this kind of market.

If you dare to sell the most beautiful things in the world in such a market, it will be the result of zero income for a day, and the original high-end signs will also be smashed.

Therefore, in such a lively market, choosing to sell food is the most correct choice.

American markets, must-have snacks and snacks, are the favorites in everyone's memory.

Soft cotton candy, savory corn dogs, large apples covered in syrup, and fried foods of all colors are all popular foods at any market.

But for Qin Guan, this is not enough.

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

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

And in this market, the participation of Chinese food is essential!

In today's red and blue open-air booth with only a sunshade roof, as the white van of Xu Xiaoxiao Restaurant stopped, the booth belonging to Qin Guan revealed his true face of fighting for hegemony.

In the huge plastic safe box, there are various ingredients that have been cut, and the huge iron cart is the ultimate tool for their sales operation.

The small gas stoves that Chinese peddlers like to use most have already been lit by Qin Guan, who is familiar with the road, and the steamed stuffed buns stuffed with pork and scallions from Tianjin’s Chinatown master chef are like white and fat guards, in their respective steamers Orderly rows.

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

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

Free tickets for children and one dollar for adults is simply a choice of conscience, and the surrounding residents and school students who have already been notified have become a new force in this market.

With the strong ticket sales by the students at the front desk, the official opening of the bazaar has already begun.

Watching the flow of people, Qin Guan, who looked at his watch, wrapped the puppy apron Cong Nianwei prepared for him around his body, and began his first day as a small peddler full of feelings.

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

For small traders, this kind of utensil pours more evenly and saves fuel than the oil pot.

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

And following this steaming operation, the eyes of the market guests, who had passed breakfast for a long time, all turned to Qin Guan's booth.

The dancing-like operation, as well as the rich ingredients and the unusual aroma coming out of the cooking on the iron plate, are all the reasons why they stopped their progress.

Sliced ​​Cantonese-style sweet sausages, mixed with small rapeseed, make the golden fried noodles topped with soy sauce more attractive for no reason.

And the big $6 sign that was propped up in front of the iron cart early on is the driving force for these American people to move forward.

“A serving of fried noodles!”

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! Just a moment!"

Pick up the pot with a shovel, and the simple lunch box on the side is filled to the brim in an instant, which shows the benefits of this kind of food in disguise!

Passing over a pair of white bamboo chopsticks, the first guest realized 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 staring at the fried noodles in his hand and the next move.

The stunned diner tremblingly pulled the chopsticks away and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, but after the noodles entered the mouth, his eyes instantly shone with high-decibel light.

Afterwards, the guest ignored the noise around him, and buried his head in as if no one else was there.

'Silly snort! Speech! '

The person next to me is anxious, I don’t know that there is a crueler thing in this world than being hungry, is watching others eat when you are hungry! !

A few impatient people on the side started shouting at Qin Guan's stall.

"Hey! Friends! Don't just eat it! How does it taste? You should say something!"

"That's right, it's a bit dishonest to take care of yourself!"

The person standing in the middle couldn't bear the scorching eyes anymore, and roared angrily at the flies that didn't let him eat properly: "You fucking don't know how to see for yourself!"

This voice can be regarded as reassuring everyone's hearts, and the team that quickly assembled shows how attractive the aroma of the food in the air is.

Qin Guan, who was very busy at the side, and Cong Nianwei, whose face was covered with white flour, looked like a couple's food stall, and they were selling like crazy.

And Xu Xiaoxiao, who grew up on the restaurant street in Chinatown, has become a small running hall in charge of selling and soliciting customers in this market.

With the full cooperation of the three people and the helpful help of the passing brothers, the sun was still high in the sky after half a day, and the ingredients at their stall had been sold out.

If you have to sell something, there are still two pieces of ginger left, dominating the empty food box.

At this time, Qin Guan could barely lift his arms. The production of hundreds of chow mein had already pushed him to the limit. The kind of perseverance of small vendors who have set up stalls in the night market for many years is no longer what he can bear now. .

The ancients did not deceive me, it is difficult to go from extravagance to simplicity!

But looking back at the full change box, it gave people a sense of satisfaction for no reason.

This simple market stall has allowed them to collect thousands of dollars.

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

The amount of the bonus is the total amount of your income in this market, which means that Qin Guan's team got double the reward today.

A feeling of luck that the sky is falling is filling Qin Guan's whole body at this time, those colorful banknotes seem to have swept away all the pain and sorrow in his whole body, and he has entered a state of excitement inexplicably. (To be continued.)