Shen Yan followed him to a noodle stall.
Locust Cub also went to look for Zhao Kuo at the infected person who strangled him to death.
At the noodle stall, the business used to be good, but now there is only one person who is completely covered in a robe and cannot see his face eating noodles there.
There were several tables and only one customer, and it looked really deserted, even on the first day the noodle stall opened.
Looking across the street, I saw that a new noodle stall had opened, and it was quite large. It seemed that I had been prepared for it.
Messy tables, messy scene, messy, but there were already many diners.
A bowl of noodles is missing only one copper dove, which may seem like nothing, but for the mercenaries in Xiacheng District, one copper dove is enough to influence their choice.
Moreover, this choice was unquestionable. On the contrary, the only diners of Shenyan looked like they were taken advantage of.
At this time, a four or five-year-old child named Sunzi, a tiger and leopard mercenary, hugged Shen Yan's leg and asked with tears in his eyes: "Will we not be able to open a noodle stall in the future?"
"No one comes to our place to eat noodles?"
Their noodle stall is so good. When they are tired from playing, they come over and drink noodle soup if they want. At meal time, they can also eat delicious pickled cabbage noodles. Usually, he is still fighting to wipe the table. Shen Yan even praised him for being sensible. .
Shen Yan reached out and rubbed Bamboo's little head.
Aunt Dong next to her said: "How about we also lower the price? I think their noodles are brown in color, not as white as ours, and they can't compare to our appearance. If the price is the same, others will still choose us."
Shen Yan shook his head: "That's not how business works."
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Are they from the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group?"
Aunt Dong had a complicated expression and nodded with difficulty. In fact, if it were other mercenary groups, she would feel better.
After all, they had worked for the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group before, so why would they force people to such an extent.
There was a feeling of suffocation and discomfort in my heart.
Shen Yan said: "The Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group is huge and has much richer capital than us. If we lower the price, and they lower the price again to compete for diners, what should we do then?"
Selling noodles only costs a small amount of money, so you can’t make much money from a bowl of noodles.
Shen Yan continued: "Repeated price cuts will only bring down small mercenary groups like ours. Besides, the profits from price cuts are too thin."
Aunt Dong opened her mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment. It was clear that she was about to live a slightly better life. She lived very easily every day and continued to make money.
Moreover, she knows the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group better than Shen Yan. The Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group has its own wheat fields, and in terms of cost, it is lower than the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group.
When comparing prices, it is impossible to beat the other party.
But giving up such a good business just like that? Obviously...it's obviously the business of their Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group, and they have finally accumulated these diners.
Shen Yan picked up Bamboo Shoots and wiped the tears from the other person's eyes: "Don't worry, this may not be a bad thing. It's not certain who takes advantage of whom."
…
Zhao Kuo looked gloomy.
Unexpectedly, the first one to actively seek trouble was the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group. Was it because he had stimulated the nerves of some of them when he went back last time?
Some things, even if they end up like this, he still feels that there is still a sense of love, but now it seems that others don't think so.
Is it because he has been silent for two or three years that others have misunderstood him? The trouble actually got into his head.
When Zhao Kuo arrived at the city gate, he was stunned. Instead of seeing a tense situation in front of him, he was...
Instead, Shen Yan held the bamboo shoots and pulled Aunt Dong to eat noodles at the stall opposite.
Zhao Kuo was a little confused, what's going on?
On the way, he thought there was going to be a fight.
One moment he looked at his own noodle stall, and there was only one lone diner. The next moment he looked at the opposite noodle stall, and all his people went to patronize other people's business.
It shouldn't be.
At this time, Shen Yan was waving happily to Zhao Kuo. Really, his expression didn't look like he was in trouble at all, and he was too worried.
Zhao Kuo walked over with doubts on his face, making the people in the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group nervous and at a loss.
Zhao Kuo was about to ask, did he surrender to the enemy so easily? nor persist until he comes.
Shen Yan pushed the noodle bowl in front of him to Zhao Kuo and said, "To try their noodles, I took a bite. Don't waste it. A bowl of seven copper doves is cheaper than ours, and the portion is half the size." ."
Zhao Kuo didn't mind, but he didn't know why Shen Yan was paying attention.
I took the bowl and took a look and found something different.
The soup is a bit cloudy, which makes the noodles look less white and beautiful than the ones they sell.
Put a pair of chopsticks into your mouth.
It doesn’t have its own noodles either.
There are many things to pay attention to when making hand-rolled noodles, and every little point may affect the taste.
But for mercenaries, as long as the difference in taste is not as big as noodles and wheat cakes, they can accept it. One bowl can save a copper dove.
Zhao Kuo took a few bites and said, "The pickled cabbage tastes weird and has a musty smell."
Shen Yan nodded: "It should be that the rotten vegetable leaves were not picked out before being pickled, and they were not completely sealed when pickled, resulting in a strange smell in the taste. The pickling time was short, otherwise Moldy, but our own sauerkraut can be stored for a year without any problem. The longer it is stored, the better it tastes."
Even Sunzi said: "There is mud. Their pickled vegetables are not washed. Shen Yan won't let me eat them because they will cause diarrhea."
Zhao Kuo took one look at Shen Yan and felt relieved to let him eat.
After choosing the noodles, you can indeed see some turbidity in the soup base, which is quite different from their own white soup. No wonder it sometimes tastes like eating a little sand.
He is not that picky, so he can easily overlook these small details, but he can feel them once he is reminded.
He ate the noodles in a few mouthfuls, and there were seven copper doves. As for the noodle soup, he had eaten noodles before, and there was no noodle soup left. The sour taste was really delicious and appetizing.
But now, after some hesitation, I decided to go back to my shop to drink noodle soup.
Aunt Dong also finished her bowl of noodles. The noodles she made were still delicious. Just like Shen Yan said, eating is a kind of enjoyment and must be done cleanly. Even the sauerkraut must be cut into the same length. , put them in the noodles section by section, which is pleasing to the eye: "But..."
But the difference between a bronze dove and the similar taste is enough for the mercenaries who are usually thrifty to make their own choices.
Zhao Kuo knew what Aunt Dong wanted to say, and his expression turned cold: "They really thought I didn't dare to blow up their shop."
Shen Yan quickly stopped: "Don't."
"The Mercenary City is so big, we can't do the entire business of the Mercenary City."
"Besides, even if you demolish their shop, won't they set up a noodle stall somewhere else?"
"To say the least, even if the people of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group don't set up a noodle stall, when the noodle business gets better and spreads more and more widely, how can other mercenary groups not follow suit?"
"When the time comes, can you still knock down all the noodle stalls in the Mercenary City?"
"Moreover, making noodles is easy. Once it becomes popular, every household will probably try to learn how to make it. You can't go to other people's homes to stop it."
Zhao Kuo frowned: "Leave them alone?"
Shen Yan lowered his voice mysteriously: "I'm worried that our business is small, our reputation is small, and there are few diners coming to patronize us. Look, our business in a day is only so little, and we can't even support ourselves. There's not enough."
Zhao Kuo, Aunt Dong: "..."
They feel that their own business is already doing well, but if they look at the wheat cake sellers in the city, they can't sell even one in a long time.
Shen Yan: "Just let them advertise for us for free."
“Not only do we want them to do this noodle business, but we also hope that they will grow bigger and bigger, preferably opening one in every corner of the city.”
Zhao Kuo's expression became strange. If he hadn't known that Shen Yan was not from the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, he would have thought that Shen Yan was an enemy who had broken into the interior.
Shen Yan whispered: "As for our business, I naturally have a way to not only bring diners back to our shop, but also make our shop's business several times better."
How many times better than before?
Shen Yan said mysteriously: "Let's go back and talk."
"Remember to pay."
Zhao Kuo: "..."
Hey, it turned out that I was still waiting for him to pay, but luckily the people from the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group didn't chase them away.
When Shen Yan and the others left, the members of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group looked at each other in confusion. Originally, they thought there would be a big conflict, which was exactly what they wanted. The relationship between the commander and the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group seemed rigid, but it was also disconnected. Some people still cherish this affection, and naturally some people want to cut off this last bit of affection to avoid future troubles, hey.
Shen Yan and others returned to their own stall, and the diner at the noodle stall, wrapped in a robe, was still eating noodles slowly.
Shen Yan looked at the weather and felt confused, but it wasn't too hot either.
The locust cub was having an angry discussion with a few children: "They actually imitated our noodles."
"Hmph, I understand. No wonder Zhao Lan came to our noodle stall to eat noodles every day in the past few days. He must be stealing lessons."
"It must be him. Next time I come, I must show him how to eat a grasshopper alive."
Shen Yan found a seat and sat down. There were no diners now, and the business was not affected. He said directly: "Only a few people know about the current business of our noodle stall. If we want to expand, we need people to promote it."
"The more people know about it, the more people will come to patronize it. In the future, people from Shangcheng District will come here specifically to eat noodles."
Several other people from the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group also gathered around. They had no business and were completely busy.
Someone said: "Even if the reputation spreads, others will patronize other stores. Look, the store opposite sells cheaper than us."
Shen Yan even laughed: "Selling it cheap is also for us to make wedding clothes and publicity."
"Anyway, we have to endure it for a few days. It's a good time to get some more tables and stools during these days. Otherwise, if there are too many diners, there won't be enough seats. We can't sit there with our bowls in our hands all the time when we eat."
Everyone: "..."
Is Shen Yan so sure that he can win back the business without lowering the price?
