"Boss, our port this time is better than last year, but all the traffic is attracted by Maimi Restaurant, and those customers are holding the things they bought from them, eating and shopping, and directly skipping our house , This is not the way to go." The young man at the shortbread stall diagonally opposite the Maimi restaurant stall said with a sad face.
The middle-aged boss with a fat belly touched his bald head and felt that there were hundreds of millions of bald heads.
Sima Crispy Cake broke out last year with a fried crispy cake. With its cheap price and fairly good taste, it became a popular food at food conferences.
And relying on the fame brought by the food conference, it became an instant success. In just one year, it opened ten branches in the chaotic city from a street stall, which is called a legend in the chaotic city's food industry.
They got a better location for this year's food conference, close to the entrance. Sima is ready to do a big job. He has transferred outstanding employees from various branches here and prepared a lot of ingredients, hoping to create another legend.
In the past year, many branches have been opened. Behind the seemingly brilliant scene, only Sima understands the shortcomings of the sustainability of fried crispy cakes. After the popularity of the food conference, the efficiency of the branches has gradually declined, and several branches have even fallen into losses.
Therefore, in this food conference, he must make the Sima Crispbread famous again, and his ultimate goal is naturally the food ranking of the food conference.
As long as he is in the top five of that list, he won't have to worry about the business of Sima Biscuits in the next year, and he can even open ten more branches. Anyway, copying a store does not require brains. He is very skilled at this job.
But now this beautiful idea has been attacked by Maimi Restaurant.
The weird queuing rules and the large live broadcast screen that made people bald were thought to be a means to drive away customers, but unexpectedly they attracted waves of customers.
From morning to now, there have been at least two thousand customers queuing up in front of Maimi's restaurant stall, and tens of thousands of people who have been watching for a while before leaving.
And their house... From morning to now, they have sold less than a thousand fried shortbread and various shortbreads combined.
This is not a thousand octopus balls worth 40 copper coins, but a thousand deep-fried shortcakes worth 3 copper coins.
More than a dozen employees stared at each other and started watching the live broadcast out of boredom.
If this continues, not only will this food conference lose all its money, but there is no hope of being listed on the list, and the goal of reviving Sima Crispcakes and becoming bigger and stronger will also become a luxury.
"This won't work. We have to find a way to increase our popularity! Even if it's shit, as long as it looks like it's eaten by a lot of people, it can jump to the top of the rankings." Sima's mind was very happy. Last year's food conference He used a lot of tricks to make fried shortbread a hit.
For things like being on the list, hard power is one thing, but skills are equally important.
Fried pretzels taste better than the sweet pretzels on the street, but the cost is actually about the same. Once fried in a pan, they come out golden and look more than one level higher than the sweet pretzels. , wrapped in a paper bag, selling for 3 copper coins is still very cheap.
This large pot of oil is not expensive and can be used for more than half a year. It is filtered every night and some bleached stones are thrown in, and there will be a new pot of oil the next day.
At the last food conference, he was surrounded by food that cost more than ten copper coins each. The cheapest boiled potatoes with some salt cost 8 copper coins. He decisively lowered the price of fried shortbread by one copper coin to an ultra-low price of 2 copper coins each. Make fried pretzels a hit.
In fact, there are no skills, it is just a foil for peers.
But this year I changed to a good port, but I faced the octopus series of delicacies of Maimi Restaurant, which relied on hard power to become a hit. The price of 3 copper coins was ten times cheaper than the other party's cheapest octopus balls, and it was still no match. People care.
"Has this world changed? These guys would rather spend money on good food than eat fried crispy cakes worth 3 copper coins?" Sima frowned. If you really want to talk about the taste, the fried crispy cakes are really tasteless. It's not delicious, but it's cheap, durable, and filling.
"How about we play something big this time?" Sima's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly clenched his fist hard, then turned to look at the guy who spoke before, "Go and find the company we often cooperate with. For a sign shop, get a sign that says 'Fried crispy cakes are free', it should be big enough and conspicuous enough."
"Huh?" The boy and the guys who were in a daze behind were stunned when they heard this.
"You mean... free?" the boy asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes, it's free. These guys are so stingy. Even if they just watch, they won't come to eat our fried crispy cakes that cost 3 copper coins. They can't make money, and they can't make money by shouting. Isn't it in vain? Let's go to a food conference." Sima waved his hand and continued: "Then we will do it for free, lose money and make a profit, and open the market first!"
"Then will we still have to pay for selling cakes in the store? Do we... still have wages?" The boy asked in a low voice, confused.
Other shop assistants also looked at Sima.
"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Just do as I say. Even if the fried crispy cakes don't make money in the future, we can still sell other things together, such as the bag containing this cake. Each bag sells for 3 copper coins. Fried crispy cakes are sold for 3 copper coins." Sima comforted with a smile.
"But we didn't make the bags." Another clerk muttered.
"What's the matter..." Sima frowned and said with a stern face: "Hurry up and get to work, why are you talking so much nonsense!"
Everyone suddenly fell silent.
Soon, the makeshift signboard was in place.
"Come on, take a look, take a look. The deep-fried shortbread, the treasure of Sima's Biscuit Store, is free to eat. Each person is limited to one, first come, first served!" Sima stood on the high stool. , shouted loudly with a loudspeaker.
"Free?"
A series of eyes suddenly looked in the direction of Sima Crispcake.
After a moment's hesitation, a group of people immediately rushed forward, many of whom were standing by the stall of Maimi's Restaurant to watch the excitement.
This is my first time eating for free at a food festival. Whatever it is, it’s first come, first served, so of course you have to hurry.
Soon, the Sima Crispcake stall was surrounded by people. Screams, curses, and exclamations broke out one after another. It was more lively and tragic than the stall of Maimi Restaurant.
The housewives in the team just glanced at the crazy crowd, then withdrew their eyes and continued to watch Mag cooking. With such a comfortable waiting environment, if Ma Mi's restaurant stopped selling every day, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to find another restaurant.
"Their store is free. Isn't it too much to grab customers?" Yabei Mia glanced at the onlookers who had attracted most of the customers away, and said a little angrily.
Mag glanced at the crowded stall, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, "It doesn't matter, it's just an opportunistic method. These people don't know that the free ones are the most expensive. If they miss today, they will never eat again." It’s time to fry the octopus tentacles with sauce.”
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