"Boss, your comparative sales strategy is brilliant."
In the department store, Li Lili looked at the empty shelves, her gaze toward Song Qiao filled with admiration.
"Yes, boss, let's see how that counterfeit product can be sold now."
A Wei, who had been fuming earlier, was now beaming.
"It's not enough. We're only promoting locally on the first day. This scope is definitely not enough to influence customers across the city."
Song Qiao chuckled and shook his head.
Although he was very satisfied with the sales results today, objectively speaking, one day was not enough to completely change people's original impressions.
"Lili, how long have you rented this stall?"
"One month," Li Lili replied.
"Good. Starting tomorrow, you'll pull two key employees from the shop and sell them in the same way as today."
"I believe one month will be enough for people to distinguish what 'Xiang Piaopiao' really tastes like."
Li Lili nodded lightly, indicating she understood Song Qiao's intention.
"Gulp."
As soon as she agreed, a protest from her stomach suddenly erupted, causing a trace of embarrassment to appear on her face. .oΓg
Due to being too busy in the morning, she hadn't even had lunch. Now that she had relaxed, she immediately felt an unbearable hunger.
Song Qiao smiled and beckoned to A Wei, who was tidying up.
"Let's go eat. I heard the local specialty dishes are quite good. We have the chance to try them today."
With that, he pulled the two of them and left the stall, heading straight for the most characteristic restaurant in the area.
...
Now Song Qiao was practically rolling in money, so he naturally wouldn't be stingy when treating his employees to a meal.
The three of them ordered a large table of local dishes. Since they had to drive in the afternoon, no one drank alcohol.
"Boss, the taste of these local specialty dishes is indeed much better than those made in our local restaurants."
After just a few bites, Li Lili couldn't help but give a thumbs-up.
"Heh heh, you and Lin Jing both like sweets. The dishes here are mainly sweet, so naturally, you enjoy them."
Song Qiao chuckled and replied.
"Our hometown used to have many locals who opened restaurants of this type, but their business was rather difficult to describe."
In the city where Song Qiao was from, people were not fond of sweet-tasting dishes. Compared to these, they preferred dishes that were heavier on oil and spice.
"We once launched an Orléans-flavored stinky tofu. It was very popular then, but that was due to people's curiosity. After a while, the sales of this flavor of stinky tofu were significantly lower than other flavors."
As Song Qiao spoke, he suddenly seemed to think of something and stopped eating.
"What's wrong, boss?"
Seeing the boss frown, A Wei asked with a puzzled expression.
"Why didn't I think of this just now?" Song Qiao patted his forehead, saying with some annoyance.
"Local people like sweet food, so they would naturally be more interested in sweet and spicy stinky tofu."
As soon as he said this, Li Lili also put down her chopsticks.
"Boss, are you thinking of developing another type of stinky tofu that combines local tastes?"
Song Qiao nodded lightly, not giving Li Lili a clear answer, and instead fell into thought.
"Boss, it's true that locals like sweet food, but I think it might be a bit too hasty to develop a specialty stinky tofu for them."
A Wei hesitated for a moment and advised.
"Yes, boss. The local population isn't very large, and this is a niche taste. Aren't we being a bit too aggressive?"
Li Lili also said worriedly from the side.
"It's okay. It's just adding another production line. If it doesn't work out, withdrawing it won't result in a significant loss."
Song Qiao had made up his mind. Although he understood what A Wei and Li Lili meant, he still decided to proceed with his own plan.
He then instructed A Wei, who was sitting beside him:
"In the afternoon, go back and inform Old Zhang. Production will be his responsibility. This production line must be set up within three days."
Seeing the boss's firm attitude, A Wei naturally said no more and agreed.
"Lili, you still need to accompany me to visit several department stores this afternoon. We need to sign some orders with the locals, otherwise, one stall is definitely not enough."
After giving these instructions, Song Qiao stopped talking nonsense and picked up his chopsticks to eat heartily.
No matter how important work was, it couldn't compare to eating.
Li Lili was familiar with her boss's personality and immediately stopped talking nonsense, lowering her head to eat quietly.
In the afternoon, A Wei returned to the local area first with the delivery truck.
Song Qiao, on the other hand, took Li Lili to the local Jinshida chain supermarket and, with a business card, met the person in charge, Yang Hai.
"Boss Song, I've heard about the reputation of 'Xiang Piaopiao' from friends in the industry, but because locals don't like spicy food, I haven't deliberately introduced it."
"Moreover, later, a large number of counterfeit products appeared on the market, making it difficult to expand the market. Therefore..."
Yang Hai spoke very politely, but he was indirectly telling Song Qiao that he was not interested in cooperation.
Song Qiao smiled slightly and gently put down his teacup.
"Manager Yang, have you ever tasted this flavor of stinky tofu?"
As he spoke, he gave Li Lili a meaningful glance.
The latter immediately understood and took out a bag of Orléans-flavored stinky tofu from her bag.
Song Qiao's processing plant had initially produced this product, but due to poor sales, the production line was later closed.
Because Xixi loved this flavor, Song Qiao had a few bags in his car, which now came in handy.
Yang Hai had intended to refuse, but Li Lili had already opened the packaging for him, so he reluctantly took it.
After taking a bite, his eyes lit up, and a trace of surprise flashed in his gaze.
Sweet but not greasy, with a lingering fragrance.
As a local, this was undoubtedly the most delicious stinky tofu he had ever tasted.
He never expected that anyone could make tofu so delicious.
He completely forgot his status and quickly stuffed the stinky tofu into his mouth.
"Boss Song, as long as you can supply us with this flavor of stinky tofu in large quantities, we can cooperate immediately."
Facts speak louder than words. In the face of taste, Manager Yang ultimately chose to be convinced.
"Of course, no problem. There's also another sweet and spicy flavor, which will be mass-produced in three days."
Song Qiao chuckled, stood up, and extended his right hand to Yang Hai.
"Then, I wish us a happy cooperation in advance."
Yang Hai dared not delay, for fear that this god of wealth would go back on his word. He tightly shook Song Qiao's right hand and said excitedly:
"Happy cooperation!"