The layout of the flowers on the shelves in the store is very particular. Which flowers are good to put together, which flowers will affect each other's growth if they are close together, and the different colors, cool and warm, will look good when placed together, even in the center. The air conditioning temperature is different, and the flowers placed from the door to inside are different.
Although he has had a lot of experience growing flowers for Wang Xilou since he was a child, it is not systematic after all. Some time ago, Feng Wuli asked someone for advice. A few days ago, he also went out to visit a well-known up owner. system, as well as all kinds of flowers, birds, fish and insects. Feng Wuli went to learn a lot of things, so he postponed opening the store until school was about to start.
The plant wall outside the flower shop now was designed with help from others.
"Is this a hyacinth?" the piano teacher asked.
Wang Xilou nodded: "Yes, Hyacinthus."
"This, what kind of lily is this?"
"This is Milu Lily."
The piano teacher sighed: "It's really interesting. To open a flower shop, you need to know a lot of botany, right?"
"No, there's a small sign underneath that says so."
Wang Xilou pointed to the man over there who was busy moving goods and said, "He understands, I don't understand either, he is doing it all."
This is the wonderful use of an apprentice. You can just be the boss's wife with peace of mind.
The piano teacher covered his mouth and chuckled, "That's great."
She didn't say anything was good, she just felt that Wang Xilou's free, cheerful, and lovely character was rare in today's society.
"Eh...is this?" She looked at the shelves and saw some other things besides vegetation.
Wang Xilou raised his head and said expressionlessly: "He said she was his wife."
"It seems to be some kind of figure, right?" The piano teacher didn't quite understand this.
"What is it called Demon Sword or Demon Sword or something..." She felt that this kind of silicone toy was similar to the Ultraman Godzilla and other toys she bought Feng Wuli when he was a child, but these were more refined and expensive, Wang Xi Lou Da waved his hand: "Harm! It's just a big boy."
Po Nu on the side had just finished changing her clothes and came out. She was holding a bottle of Yibao in her hand and sipping it into her mouth with her hands on her waist. When she heard the two of them discussing the figure she had saved up to give to her little apprentice, she immediately became confused. He had the right to speak, and he puffed up his chest proudly: "Hmph, this is called Demon Sword Girl, and it is a gift from me... to my brother-in-law!"
The piano teacher had a slight smile on his lips. He always felt that these two sisters were very cute.
Feng Wuli shouted outside: "Come here, Po slave!"
"Ang! Here we come!" She wiped her mouth and ran out.
"Your sister has so much energy."
"Just a habao, just a show." Wang Xilou scolded angrily.
"Huh..." The piano teacher walked in and saw that there seemed to be some other stuff inside: "In addition to selling flowers, do you sell anything else?"
Wang Xilou nodded and said directly: "Actually, I used to open an incense and candle shop in the old city. I took the demolition money to open a flower shop here. He said that a simple flower shop is monotonous and ordinary and has no core competitiveness. We need to create some kind of brand effect, diversify, optimize the type structure, and then we can’t just sell flowers and so on. Especially if it is opened in a university and caters to young people, it must take an innovative route.”
She read the latter part with an expressionless face and in a memorized tone. She didn't understand it after she read it. She just thought about Feng Wuli running around some time ago, so she let him do the tossing.
"Look, there's a window on the side door over there that's not finished yet. They say we can make flower tea, flower cakes and the like in the future, but we haven't applied for a food business license or anything like that. Let's discuss it later!"
After all, it was her apprentice who was busy opening the store for her, so of course she supported him unconditionally.
My man is the best!
"So you still sell... incense candles?" The piano teacher thought such a store was strange and interesting.
"No, there is money for incense candles and paper, but they are all placed in the back warehouse. Here are some knick-knacks."
Wang Xilou took out a string of Buddhist beads, put them on his hand and shook them. There were various flowers in front of the store. As he walked further in, there were many Buddha statues, white jade jadeite, Bodhisattva statues, shrines, or some jade products. , mysterious gadgets, small items that are gifts to gods.
The dividing point between flowers and these artifacts is Feng Wuli’s wife, a game figure.
"And the crystal ball..."
"Oh, this is not for sale, this, this is quite precious." After all, it is the remains of a real immortal.
"This is..." She looked to the other side.
"This is the statue of Kitchen Lord."
The piano teacher hesitated to speak.
Not to mention that most of the statues of Kitchen Lord in other people's paintings have their eyebrows raised and their eyes smiling, with their hands bowed and hidden in their sleeves. Have you ever seen a kitchen king with an angry look, holding up the hem of his clothes in one hand, and holding a jade Ruyi high in the other hand as a sign of beating?
And I always feel that this Zao Lord image is a bit too expressive.
It was as if I could feel the emotions attached to this statue.
"This Mr. Zao is so weird." She looked at him for a long time and just said, "It's weird."
"Right, you're an idiot." Wang Xilou said bluntly. Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he immediately changed the subject: "But he said that young people don't buy serious statues of gods. It's a bit weird. Those college students might find it interesting and want to watch it."
"Are all of these statues of the Kitchen Lord of yours?"
Wang Xilou nodded.
"Why are the shapes different?" The piano teacher was a little surprised.
"Who, who knows, it's like this when it comes in."
The piano teacher thought there were a lot of interesting things, a bit like an antique store, and when talking about these strange and weird things, the little girl next to him was obviously more talkative than the flowers he had just introduced, as if he was taking her to visit her collection. .
In particular, some items that were not for sale were simply displayed on cabinets, without any beautiful lighting, nor were they placed under bulletproof glass like a museum, but she felt that they carried the weight and preciousness of history.
Wang Xilou is very fond of these things. In fact, she is really not short of money. Selling one quietly can keep them happy for a long time. However, she is nostalgic and would rather sell her teeth than these few in the backyard of the incense and candle shop. The 'trash' of the utility room.
The 'rags' that can be displayed are more or less magical.
"Why is there another one here...is this an arrow?"
Wang Xilou introduced with a serious face: "These are not ordinary arrows. You have heard of Zeus, the immortal in foreign mythology who throws thunder everywhere. These arrows are in the hands of our local Zeus." It's a thunderbolt that can hit thunder when thrown, it's very dangerous."
Dongwang Gong, Zeus who is more suitable for Chinese babies' physique.
The piano teacher smiled slightly, naturally he wouldn't take it seriously, but he found it very interesting to listen to Wang Xilou's talk.
"I'll buy a bouquet of hyacinths."
"Okay! I'll pack it for you, wait."
"How much."
"I don't know the price yet, but... forget it, now that we are neighbors, think of me as giving it to you."
The piano teacher was dumbfounded, scanned the QR code on the counter, and said in a soft voice: "How can you do business like this? If you want to give it away, you should give it away later. We are opening today and want to get a good start."
"Yuan."
"Ouch! It doesn't take that much!"
I was busy until noon. In the morning, there was no crowd. At ten or eleven o'clock, more customers started to arrive. Most of them were buying flowers, and some were attracted by the strange things in the store. It didn't stop until half past eleven.
"Business is surprisingly good!" Wang Xilou took a sip of water.
"After all, it's the first day. It's hard to tell from now on, but our goal was to start marketing in two months. Unexpectedly..." Feng Wuli was also very happy and had a sense of accomplishment. However, in fact, these individual customers are all small-headed. Really? The bulk of the orders are from companies, restaurants, and shopping malls looking for long-term cooperation.
Generally, it would be impossible to find a newly opened small flower shop like theirs for such large orders and high demand. Feng Wuli then checked the individual households and companies behind these orders and found many acquaintances.
They are all those who have had contact with Feng Wuli before, or are the bosses of the same circle.
For example, Zhao Yunshan, who sold this store to them, also owns a star-rated hotel. He also called and said that he wanted to sign a long-term order. They would cooperate with them for weddings and banquets that require flowers.
Feng Wuli suddenly realized the power of circle and resources.
The monthly turnover is at least three to four hundred thousand.
"No, we can't take all these orders."
During the break, Feng Wuli came to the conclusion: "It's too tiring. Let's just set up a small flower shop by ourselves and don't hire anyone. Why do we have such a big business?"
"Then, what should we do?" Wang Xilou put his hands in his apron and listened to him with a frown.
"Back off a little."
"What to withdraw?" She frowned.
"First of all, we don't accept orders that obviously give us a profit. Secondly, we don't accept orders that are too far away. And..."
The two of them analyzed together, with Feng Wuli responsible for the analysis, and Wang Xilou standing aside with his hands in his pockets, frowning, pretending to be involved.
As Feng Wuli talked, he felt that it was of little significance to tell Wang Xilou this: "Forget it, I'll wait and see, and then decide on long-term cooperation."
Suddenly I felt that opening a store was not as simple as I thought!
"What's for dinner?" Feng Wuli asked her.
"Master, I've been busy with you all afternoon, how can I have time to cook?"
"Then let's order takeout."
"What to order?"
"Let's see what's available to eat nearby."
He was sitting on the only reclining chair in the store, the air conditioner was blowing, and the flowers in the house decorated his mood. The sun was setting outside, and there were parents coming to pick up their children from the piano store next door. They saw that the flower shop was open. Some also came to take a look.
Wang Xilou chatted with the family for a few words, picked up the child and left.
The sky gradually darkened.
Po Nu came back slowly on the battery, shaking his head like a second-rate man.
As soon as she came back, she said: "It's really beautiful to see the sunset tonight, but it's a pity that it will disappear soon."
Po Nu had a look of pity on his face, scratched his butt, and looked up reluctantly at the door of the store. The sky that was pink a few seconds ago suddenly turned into a deep blue, with only a few gray clouds and a light round. With the crescent moon, the shadow of the treetops, and the shimmering end of the horizon, she stood in the center of the universe looking for a piece of sunset. She couldn't find it, but the Milky Way was looming.
The lights on the roadside suddenly turned on, and the piano teacher from the nearby piano store opened the glass door and came out, smiling and nodding to her.
"Hey, are you off work?" Po Nu put down the hand that was scratching his butt and said hello.
"Well, it's half past seven."
"It's getting late. There was a sunset just now..." Po Nu clapped his hands and spread them out: "It was gone in the blink of an eye."
The piano teacher looked up and saw the sky was dark, and said, "What a pity."
"A bit, but there are sunsets these days. If you don't see them today, you can still see them tomorrow."
The piano teacher looked at her a few more times, pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. A young man wearing a yellow robe drove up and stopped at the roadside with a handsome look: "Ms. Wang Xilou's takeaway, who is Wang?" West Tower?"
"My mine!" Po Nu trotted over to get it.
Eating pork belly chicken in the evening, Feng Wuli set up a small table outside the store, took three small matzahs, and enjoyed the summer evening breeze with a mouthful of meat and carbohydrates. The weather was hot and steam was coming from his mouth. From time to time, people came over to ask. When asked how flowers are sold, most couples buy them.
Feng Wuli wiped his hands in the middle of the meal and stood up to say hello. After selling a bunch, he would sit back down.
"Who stole the remaining pork belly from me?" Feng Wuli noticed something was wrong as soon as he sat down and said with a bad look on his face: "If you are honest, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be strict."
He looked at the two identical women in front of him. One was digging her rice with her head down, not daring to say a word; the other had her legs crossed, with a baffled look on her face, expressing that she didn't know, but they both had exactly the same guilty conscience, so it was obvious that they were committing a crime in a gang.
Feng Wuli was very chilled.
Another young couple walking at night came to ask for flowers. He stood up again. When he passed two bad women, one of them pinched their cheeks. When they were pinched by him, they had different reactions. Po Nu begged for mercy and asked him to be gentle. Wang Xilou was expressionless and even stared at him.
The feel is the same.
Business is better between seven and nine in the evening than during the whole day. In the hot summer, there are naturally more couples going for a walk at night than during the day.
Po Nu didn't need to send flowers in the evening. He and Wang Xilou were able to handle it together, so they were quite busy.
Occasionally, Feng Wuli would teach them some flower art and care when they had free time. They were good at arranging flowers, even better than Feng Wuli. They just cut a few branches and put them together and they looked great. I don’t know if it was talent or something else. Wang Xilou’s artistic talent Always good.
Until Wang Xilou got tired of listening to all kinds of inexplicable potions, she reached out and pinched a flower that was about to wither, and blew on it, and the flower slowly became delicate and bright again.
She turned her head and looked at Feng Wuli, her eyes showing off.
"No, you still have to learn. When customers ask you how to take care of yourself, you teach others this skill?"
Wang Xilou suddenly burst into tears.
Classmate Po Nu was actively taking notes, looking like she was passionate about learning. She even had a pair of black-framed plain glasses from nowhere. Feng Wuli couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
"Hey, why is there a flower shop here?" Another person came outside the shop.
"Weren't we just decorating it a few days ago? If you just look at your phone when you pass by, you must not have noticed."
"Baoxiang Flower House, what a strange name."
"Hey, this flower is so beautiful,"
Several female college students entered the store. They must have stayed in school during the summer vacation. They were full of youth. When they saw someone in the store, they came over to ask.
"Eh? Xiaoqi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
As soon as the girl named Xiaoqi entered the store, she felt trembling for some reason. She swallowed, looked at her roommates, and said with some reluctance: "But, maybe I'm a little tired from shopping today, why don't we go back? "
"Look at this flower shop. It's already at the door. It's only a few minutes away."
"Yes, yes." (End of chapter)
