Starting from a short stick, becoming the master of the universe

Chapter 21 Are They Afraid of Me?

After saying this, Jiang Cheng felt a little regretful in his heart.

If I had come earlier, these two roasted sweet potatoes would have been sold.

But my level of roasting sweet potatoes is there. Since these two people came here specially, even if they don’t come today, they will come in the future.

"It's okay, we'll just wait a while, it's lunch time anyway."

The man said with a smile.

"Row."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng also started to get busy.

Place the sweet potatoes and light the charcoal.

As time goes by, the sweet potatoes are slowly roasted in the charcoal fire, and the aroma gradually becomes richer, making people intoxicated by it.

The caramel-colored skin gradually deepened, and as Jiang Cheng turned it over, it made an extremely crisp sound. The flesh inside exuded a golden luster, making people drool just by looking at it.

"Boss, is it ready?"

The man asked impatiently.

My stomach made some noises.

The companions around him couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

He didn’t know if it was because he was hungry or because the sweet potatoes roasted by the stall owner in front of him were really good, but he felt that he had never seen roasted sweet potatoes that looked so good.

Even Lu Zicheng, who was selling starch sausage not far away, couldn't help licking his lips.

Come to think of it, he seemed to have not eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time.

Or, buy one too?
However, seeing Jiang Cheng making money right after opening his stall, he felt a little jealous, and now he had to pay for it himself.

"Forget it, it's just a baked sweet potato. How can it be delicious?"

"Wait a few more minutes."

Jiang Cheng smiled.

The movements of his hands did not stop.

"A few minutes, right? OK."

The man nodded repeatedly.

But the next few minutes seemed as long as dozens of minutes to him.

Finally, Jiang Cheng took the roasted sweet potatoes and put them into the bag.

"Roasted sweet potatoes are six dollars each, right?"

The man couldn't wait to take out the twelve yuan he had prepared long ago and handed it to Jiang Cheng. At the same time, he took the roasted sweet potato.

"Don't eat it yet, it's still hot."

Jiang Cheng quickly reminded.

"It's okay, boss. Thanks."

The man waved at Jiang Cheng and left with his companions.

As he walked, he said, "How about this roasted sweet potato? It's special, isn't it? Just smelling it makes my mouth water."

"Indeed, it smells really good, but it's too hot."

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Don't worry, when it cools down, you will know how delicious it is."

The two disappeared into the crowd.

"Old customer?"

Lu Zicheng asked curiously.

Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head.

Lu Zicheng turned around without thinking much about it.

However, the following afternoon made him gradually begin to doubt his life.

At first, it was no different from the past days.

Every now and then, pedestrians would come to buy his roasted starch sausage, or go to buy roasted sweet potatoes from Jiangcheng next door.

But the difference is.

The customer who bought the starch sausage from his stall ate while walking and left.

But the customers who bought roasted sweet potatoes from Jiang Cheng’s stall ate them, praised them, and asked curiously how Jiang Cheng roasted them.

The skin is crispy and golden brown. You can peel the whole sweet potato off with a gentle peel. Unlike other stalls, the skin still has the flesh stuck to it. Don't eat it? It's a waste. Eat it, it's not easy, and you may eat the skin accidentally. The flesh is not only fragrant, but also melts in your mouth, sweet but not greasy.

It can be said that it is the most delicious baked sweet potato they have ever eaten!

Every time this happened, Jiang Cheng would just smile and say that this was an exclusive skill and would not be passed on to others.

Time passed quickly and it was evening.

There were fewer and fewer people on the street, and the vendors began to pack up their things and prepare to go back.

"Jiang Cheng, you sold a lot today, right?"

Just then, Lu Zicheng's voice rang out.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes was so strong that it attracted many customers.

He noticed that Jiang Cheng had at least ten or twenty more customers today than yesterday, which meant that he sold at least ten or twenty more than usual.

If some of them buy two or three at once, they can make more money.

"well enough."

Jiang Cheng said vaguely.

As the saying goes, you must not have the intention to harm others, and you must not have the intention to guard against others.

Whether his relationship with Lu Zicheng is good or bad, it is better to keep the matter of income confidential to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"You're keeping a secret from me, bastard."

Lu Zicheng's tone was a little sour, "I'm not blind, you at least earned a hundred yuan more today than yesterday."

Jiangcheng was silent.

I have to say that people who do business have good vision and memory. Once they guess, they can be almost right.

He sold twenty more roasted sweet potatoes today than usual, and almost sold all the ones he bought in the morning.

Calculated at 6 yuan per piece, today's turnover is close to yuan, which is more than yuan more than usual, close to yuan, more than yuan more, and the net profit is more than yuan.

Of course, even so, if I want to save up 3,000 yuan in the next few days, I’m still a few hundred short of that.

However, Jiang Cheng knew that this was only the first day, and many of the people who bought roasted sweet potatoes today would become repeat customers.

If you promote it to people around you, the sales will soon exceed five hundred, or even six hundred or seven hundred.

If you can save up 3,000 yuan, it will definitely be possible.

"Jiang Cheng, how did you do it?"

Lu Zicheng looked at the oil barrel with deep doubt in his eyes, "Could it be that you have received guidance from an expert, and your skill in roasting sweet potatoes has improved so much?"

"Hahaha, I guess so."

Jiang Cheng smiled and didn't want to argue with him any further on this topic.

"It's getting late, go back early, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Lu Zicheng nodded, and on the way back pushing the cart, he was puzzled.

I didn't see Jiang Cheng add any special ingredients? Why did the sweet potatoes smell so good this time? Did he choose high-quality sweet potatoes? But the price is still the same. Will he make less money if he does this?

Not necessarily, maybe small profits but quick turnover?
Lu Zicheng suddenly understood.

After you go back, you can also buy some sausages with a higher meat content and try to sell them at the same price to see if business will be better.

Jiang Cheng naturally had no idea what he was thinking, so he went to the grain store before it got dark and bought 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes.

If I come to buy like I did this morning, it will waste a lot of time. It is better to buy it in the evening, wash it in time, and be able to set up the stall tomorrow morning.

After wasting some time and buying the sweet potatoes, I walked into the alley, only to find that many houses had closed their doors. From time to time, there were people in groups of three or four, with their hands in their pockets, looking around, and it was obvious that they were not good people.

Jiang Cheng was on edge.

After experiencing two actual combat situations, he was not as nervous as before when faced with robbery by thugs.

Coupled with his proficiency with the short stick, he was only one step away from mastery.

If someone stops him, not only can he improve his proficiency, but he can also steal some money.

What he didn't expect was that after those thugs saw that it was him, they quickly turned into a fork in the road and disappeared.

If it happens once, it can be said to be accidental, but if it happens twice or three times, it becomes intriguing.

"Are they afraid of me?"

This idea popped into Jiang Cheng's mind.

(End of this chapter)