"Sir, that's a lot of money!"
Xiaoluo's eyes were shining when she looked at the money left by shopkeeper Liu to buy MSG.
In fact, twelve thousand yuan, or twelve guans, is really not much for many powerful people.
But for a little girl like Xiaoluo who had been living at the bottom, it was an astronomical figure.
One stone of grain only costs two hundred coins. How much grain can these buy?
60 stone grain!
Converted into the market weight of later generations, it was more than 7,000 pounds.
There are only about 100 people in Shanghe Village, and the average person weighs 70 kilograms of food. In a month, one person can have two kilograms of food a day.
That is to say, even if Tang Ping did not import grain from modern times to the Tang Dynasty, he could achieve food freedom in Shanghe Village with just five kilograms of MSG a month.
To put it bluntly, Tang Ping is selling MSG as the top-notch caviar.
Things are not the same thing, but the principle is the same.
"Haha, let's collect the money first, and it's not over yet!" Tang Ping said with a smile.
"It's not over yet?"
They would know why Tang Ping said this in the evening, because Fatty Liu from Bazhenlou came again with money.
This time I brought a total of 132 thousand dollars.
"Little brother Tang, you are benevolent and righteous, so I cannot be unkind. If you are willing to package and sell a year's supply of MSG to me, I cannot really take advantage of you. Here is the remaining 132 dollars."
Including the 12 guan given this morning, it is exactly 144 guan, 12 guan a month, which is a lot of money.
People were unwilling to buy discounted goods, so Tang Ping had no choice but to ask Lao Cui and Lao Du to move the money in.
Then he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Fatty Liu.
"What's this?"
"The contract states that I sold sixty kilograms of MSG to you. From today until this time next year, I am not allowed to sell MSG to others."
Although Cui Zhongqing was the guarantee, Tang Ping still drew up a contract.
As a modern person, he is not very adaptable to the many verbal agreements of this era, so he simply writes a contract and puts everything in black and white to avoid having to worry about anything in the future.
I just didn't expect that his actions would touch Fatty Liu again.
"I, Fatty Liu, have remembered Brother Tang's benevolence and righteousness. I won't say more. We will know it when we get together with Brother Tang in the future!"
After sending Fatty Liu away, Tang Ping yawned.
This kind of thing should happen less often in the future, it’s too tiring.
If anyone else heard this, they would definitely spit on him.
The venue for today's banquet was set up with the help of people from Shanghe Village. The servants and maids who helped were brought by Cui Zhongqing. The dishes were cooked by Xiao Luo and Lu Yi. He just came out and said a few words.
In the next few days, the news that Bazhenlou spent a lot of money to buy a flavoring called Wei Zhijing spread like wildfire in Chang'an.
"Waiter, bring me some dishes that use MSG!"
If you said this when ordering food in modern times, you would probably be laughed to death, but in today's Chang'an, this is a very respectable way of ordering food.
Soon, queues began to form in Bazhenlou, which usually only had about 70% attendance.
Many people saw the long queue and simply went to other restaurants.
"Waiter, bring me some dishes that use MSG!"
"I'm sorry, sir, that... our restaurant doesn't have that thing!"
This thing is not fake. If it is not, it means it is not. Apart from buying the expensive ones and not the right ones, the most annoying thing for these powerful and wealthy people is that someone deceives them. If they are found to be fake, they will really be in trouble.
"There's no MSG! Then just have two dishes!"
Just now I saw Zhang San holding Wang Er's shoulders into the Bazhen Building. When we go to the academy tomorrow, I don't know how those two guys are going to play!
No, ask the servants at home to queue up early tomorrow. Anyway, I must try the difference in the dishes made with MSG tomorrow.
Sure enough, when they went to the academy the next day, Zhang and San started to praise the dishes they had eaten at Bazhenlou yesterday.
At this time, even if the dish has no flowers, the two of them have to blow out a flower, otherwise how can they have a sense of superiority?
Because of this, more people queued up at Bazhenlou, and even idle men in Chang'an were asked to help people queue up.
And this has formed a kind of hunger marketing, just like many online celebrity stores now. Although some people disdain stores with queues, more people just follow this method.
Things that are difficult to buy and things that are not easy to eat are finally bought and eaten by me. Doesn’t this give me a sense of superiority?
Therefore, the long queue at the entrance of Bazhen Tower is getting longer and longer day by day, and the business is getting better and better day by day.
On the other hand, other restaurants are far behind.
At this time, those shopkeepers regretted it. Why didn't they think of this at that time?
If we had known about today's situation earlier, let alone twelve guan, it would not be a loss to buy it for 22 guan or even 32 guan.
Although people in this era already have the prototype of advertising - shouting, they still do not truly realize the power of advertising and marketing.
Fatty Liu’s Bazhen Tower has inadvertently completed a classic advertising and marketing case.
The shopkeepers who reacted rushed to Shanghe Village again.
"What? Have you sold everything to Fatty Liu this year?"
This wave of operations was unexpected by everyone.
But how to find fault with this? There is nothing wrong with it.
Tang Ping is the seller, and what they auctioned that day was a month's supply of MSG. You didn't bid to buy it, but Fatty Liu bought it. Is there anything wrong with it? Nothing wrong!
Later, Tang Ping sold the remaining one year's supply to Fatty Liu at that price. Is there anything wrong with that? There’s nothing wrong with that!
Originally, there were many major families standing behind these restaurants. Now, even if they had the intention to bring these prominent families out to put pressure on Tang Ping, they didn't care.
I showed you a piece of contract. Sixty kilograms of MSG a year has already been paid for by Bazhenlou.
If you ask again, I will tell you that you can only produce so much in a year, and there is not a single one left. If you really want it, why don't you go discuss it with Shopkeeper Liu of Bazhenlou to see if you can share it a bit more.
Of course, there is no need to ask about this matter. If Fatty Liu could really help everyone, he wouldn't need to call Fatty Liu, just Foolish Liu!
Tang Ping made sure to write this contract to Fatty Liu just for this moment.
The shopkeepers of major restaurants saw Tang Ping's determination and thought about it. If there really were more, how could they not use them to make money?
So the next best thing was to ask Tang Ping if he could sell them some spicy oil.
Last time, one person brought a small bottle of that thing back, and it turned out that many customers just wanted this one. They couldn't buy MSG, so it would be good to buy some spicy oil!
The reason Tang Ping gave them spicy oil was because he didn't want to offend all the restaurants.
So he agreed to buy spicy oil.
And there will be no auction, just ask each family to bring money in a few days. The price is not expensive, only 500 yuan per kilogram.
The reason why I asked them to come over in a few days is because the porcelain bottle that Tang Ping went to buy has not been returned yet. If it were a glass bottle, they would be too embarrassed to accept it if it cost them a few bucks per bottle.
