"It’s the chili sauce that’s good, naturally it sells well."
Pei Yicheng heard this news and was not surprised; good products sell themselves, a principle that applies everywhere.
"However, selling another two thousand bottles tomorrow might be a bit difficult," Cheng Hao thought, feeling confident they could sell out with just a few more days.
"What do you think?" Pei Yicheng responded with a question.
Cheng Hao thought one shouldn’t be greedy, and he was content to just sell the chili sauce. He said, "Yicheng, I will follow you from now on and not return to Ningbei."
"What about your parents..." Pei Yicheng asked.
"My parents always wanted me to achieve something great, and besides, being by your side, they couldn’t be happier," Cheng Hao said cheerfully. In the past, Pei Yicheng was the typical ’child other parents talked about’, so outstanding that others wished he were their son.
Even though Pei Yicheng had an accident that affected his legs, it still couldn’t hide his excellence.
Early the next day, Cheng Hao and Ling Dong delivered the chili sauce to all the stores that had ordered it, spending a whole morning moving it all, and suddenly half the stock was gone from the warehouse.
"Ling Dong, I want to talk business with you. What do you think?" The owner of the glass factory, who had tried the chili sauce yesterday and liked it, found out they were there to sell it, and that they had moved a thousand bottles in one day.
The glass factory owner was eager to talk business.
The moment Cheng Hao heard this, his eyes lit up.
The glass factory owner explained, "My uncle owns a department store. He just happened to be at my house eating yesterday, tried this chili sauce, and liked it a lot. So, he wants to buy some. What do you think, can we talk about this?"
Cheng Hao looked at Ling Dong, thinking naturally that they could indeed discuss this deal.
"Yes, how much does the boss want?" Ling Dong asked, directly mentioning the price.
The glass factory owner paused, then said, "He wants to buy the recipe."
"Not selling," Ling Dong refused outright. He explained, "It’s not that we don’t want to sell, but we’ve set up a Chili Sauce Factory here in the county and registered the trademark with the business bureau. If we sell the recipe to you, what would we produce at our factory?"
The glass factory owner blushed, having previously heard that they were just a small workshop. He didn’t expect them to be this formal, even having registered a trademark.
"I’m really sorry about that," Ling Dong said, considering they would still need to do business concerning glass bottles, his tone becoming much gentler.
"It’s alright, I was just being rash," the glass factory owner explained. "My uncle is on his way here. Maybe, let him talk to you?"
Ling Dong felt that the meeting wouldn’t be a waste of time and, from what he heard, the department store owned by the glass factory owner seemed quite substantial.
Soon after, the glass factory owner’s uncle arrived; his surname was also Ling, named Ling Feng.
Ling Feng had a somewhat dark complexion, and when he smiled, his big white teeth showed.
Ling Feng was very familiar and did not get upset even after knowing he could not buy the recipe. Instead, he felt that if he could produce it himself, he would earn even more.
Now, Ling Feng directly discussed purchasing the goods.
Upon leaving the factory, the remaining thousand bottles, after just a short conversation, were all taken by Ling Feng.
"Isn’t it strange, do you think that Mr. Ling is..." Cheng Hao came out of the factory still feeling dazed. Were those two thousand bottles really sold out just like that?
Ling Dong, following Pei Yicheng, had learned quite a few things.