"Cousin, why does your department store need so much hot sauce?" Wang, the boss, was puzzled. Even if the hot sauce tasted good, there wasn’t a need to buy so much.
A thousand bottles, to be precise.
You see, their previous batch of a thousand bottles had been sold in many places before they were all gone.
"Youcai, tell me, why did they sell a thousand bottles yesterday?" Ling Feng asked instead of answering.
Wang’s full name was Youcai. Wang Youcai owned a glass bottle factory, which was quite successful. With his potbelly, he looked like someone from a wealthy household. He said, "Maybe it’s because it’s tasty?"
"Exactly, it’s because it’s tasty."
Ling Feng then asked, "Now, tell me, have you ever encountered such hot sauce anywhere else in South City?"
Wang Youcai shook his head. There were meat dishes at his home for every meal, and sometimes he dined outside for gatherings where chicken, duck, fish, and meat were abundant — who had the time for hot sauce?
Ling Feng asked again, "And have you seen hot sauce packaged in such attractive bottles before?"
"No," Wang Youcai responded, then added, "Isn’t it just a bottle of hot sauce?"
"No," Ling Feng shook his head and said, "I work in retail, so of course, I know what sells and what doesn’t. Don’t underestimate a bottle of hot sauce. If it’s not expensive and tastes good, a lot of people will surely come to buy it. If this hot sauce is available only at my place, or only sold in a limited area, then more people will come to my store just for the hot sauce."
"With more people, they surely won’t just buy hot sauce, right?" The only thing Ling Feng regretted was not having eaten all of that hot sauce himself immediately yesterday.
However, those small shops and department stores couldn’t compare with his.
In a place as big as South City, Ling Feng felt that if the hot sauce continued to be this delicious, it would definitely bring him more revenue.
Ling Feng thought that once he got back, he would find ways to let everyone know that his department store had such tasty hot sauce.
After selling the hot sauce, Pei Yicheng and his companions headed straight for the biggest Xinhua bookstore in South City.
He sat in his wheelchair, patiently and meticulously selecting books and exam papers useful for senior year students.
"Cheng bro, when others give gifts, they give flowers, watches, snacks, or beautiful clothes. Who gifts test papers and books like you?" Cheng Hao looked at the massive pile of books he was picking out and felt a headache coming on.
His grades had always been poor, and he disliked reading the most.
"Then what do you suggest I gift?" Pei Yicheng asked casually while picking the books.
"Definitely clothes," Cheng Hao answered without thinking, "Look at Mrs. Cheng; she wears either a gray or a black shirt every day, and her pants seem to be black every day too. If you buy her a beautiful outfit..."
"No, buy two beautiful outfits, Mrs. Cheng would definitely be happy," Cheng Hao added. He thought that Nianhua’s beautiful face was always spoiled by those ordinary clothes she wore daily.
"Cheng bro, what do you think?" Cheng Hao asked with a look that begged for praise.
Pei Yicheng gave him a sidelong glance, too lazy to continue the conversation.
"Cheng bro." Cheng Hao still wanted some praise, but Ling Dong cut him off, "If you gift clothes, you’re definitely going to scare her away."
"How is that possible?" Cheng Hao retorted without thinking, "You don’t have a girlfriend, how would you understand a woman’s heart? Women love to look beautiful."