In the face of the unexpected operation of the steamed bun sister, Cai Gen felt that his thinking was a little unable to keep up.

Numbly nodded in agreement.

With Cai Gen's approval, the eldest sister was more energetic, and pointed to the stall next door with her hand,

"See, do you know why he didn't?

In business, you can't be bad-hearted, and you want to squeeze me yellow by price,

His family dominates the morning market, controls product prices, cuts leeks, and dreams.

I don't make money and I consume it with him, what's the matter, it's gone, right?

Brother, look at your kind face, unlike the kid who used to sell steamed buns,

Wearing glasses and pretending to be Sven, it's actually a flat glass.

Come, sister will give you one more. ”

After speaking, the eldest sister put a steamed bun in Cai Gen's steamed bun bag.

Cai Gen immediately felt like he had earned five cents, which was a bit weird.

Originally, I only thought it was a steamed bun stall, which was more famous and affordable.

Seemingly ordinary, there are so many routines?

With this kind of thinking, how good is it to go to a big city to make money and finance high-tech?

Cai Gen asked weakly,

"So, he's dry? The capital chain is broken? ”

Regarding Cai Gen's speculation, the eldest sister looked disdainful,

"A steamed bun seller, what kind of capital chain is it?

It's just that I fell into a vicious circle and was trapped by myself. ”

Vicious circle? Cai Gen tried hard to understand, selling a steamed bun, did he say so much?

Or is the young boss with glasses overthinking?

The eldest sister didn't seem to understand Cai Gen when she saw that her conversation box hadn't been closed yet.

"He sells steamed buns at half price, and even if there is a profit, it is a small profit, a very thin one.

Because the price is competitive, the sales volume is high.

The higher the sales volume, the greater the demand for the product.

Then the manpower and material resources invested will be more.

Small profits do not exist, because labor is very expensive now, really expensive.

There is no epoch-making new technology to reduce the cost of products,

His behavior is against the laws of the market.

It's not a capital operation, and the gameplay is different.

Then he himself built himself a wall of good quality and inexpensive,

In the end, it was capped and trapped to death. ”

Cai Gen understood, and was really explained by the eldest sister,

My heart is full of admiration, this small business has been analyzed thoroughly,

handed the eldest sister a cigarette and said flatteringly,

"I hope that guy can learn his lesson,

Don't be so anxious for quick success, and you're not doing high-tech. ”

The eldest sister lit a cigarette and looked in the direction next door, her eyes were full of pity,

"This lesson is more painful, I am reluctant to hire people, and I am stiff,

In the end, I didn't make much money, and in my thirties, I died of overwork. ”

Ah, dead? Exhausted?

What a stubborn person!

Why bother yourself so much?

Can't you be soft on yourself?

Is it so hard to reconcile with yourself?

Cai Gen felt that his idea of being unproductive was not so unproductive.

"Eldest sister, this analysis is very transparent, what did you do before?"

was asked by Cai Gen full of compliments,

A different kind of temperament appeared on the body of the eldest sister who sold steamed buns, and said proudly,

"When I used to be in the countryside, I was the accountant of the brigade.

These are all economic laws, and they are all in one place. ”

Cai Gen was speechless, nodded thoughtfully, I really didn't know what to say,

"Well, eldest sister, you're busy, I'll come back after eating."

After saying that, she turned around to leave, and the eldest sister hurriedly put another steamed bun in Cai Gen's bag,

It seems to be a reward for listening carefully to Cai Gen for so long,

"Cheng, when will you come, I'll be there,

My family's steamed buns are 81 years away from the century-old shop. ”

Cai Gen hurriedly thanked him and walked out of the morning market.

Old-fashioned people still have certain rules and ideas when doing business.

People want to be a century-old store.

I'm not in a hurry, I'm very stable, I won't sell if I don't make money.

Compared with the eldest sister, the glasses guy who died of overwork is not so wise,

Too anxious, like a-stirring stick.

Thinking of this, Cai Gen gave himself a mouth in his heart,

The deceased is the greatest, I hope he can think about it in the next life.

On the way back, Cai Gen kept the words of the eldest sister in his mind, which was very inspiring to himself.

So much so that when passing by the door of the bank, Cai Gen didn't pay attention to the aunt who asked for food, like a stranger.

There was no intersection before, and I don't want any intersection in the future.

Back at the store, it's not yet six o'clock, and it's still time to make breakfast.

Cai Gen stood at the bar, smoking a cigarette and falling into deep thought.

Are you a little stiff too?

Business is not good, quit the staff and go into battle yourself,

If you work hard every day, will you also die of overwork?

The money is not earned, the people are gone, are you so stubborn?

I understand the truth, how did I imperceptibly embark on a road of no return?

Originally, I still had a bit of a wandering idea, thinking that it was a pity to stop doing a store that had been done for several years.

Today, after the morning market sister's order, and the example of the glasses guy,

Cai Gen finally made up his mind, stopped talking, transformed after the year, and stopped doing it.

As for what else?

Cai Gen took out the prevarication Dafa passed down from his ancestors,

No matter before the year, let's talk about it after the year!

Not long after the winter vacation began, my wife had more class schedules.

I took Tuan Tuan back to my daily routine every day.

It's just that I don't come to breakfast during the holidays, so I don't have to get up so early.

There is no specific task, and Cai Gen is very perfunctory in making breakfast.

After all, now the annual card users are only Zhen Shuiyin.

Anyway, I can't eat anything, so let's make do with it, Cai Gen thought as a matter of course.

While having breakfast, Cai Gen looked through the window and saw that the outlets next to the Zhenshui Yin Constellation House were moving.

It was originally a stationery store, near the high school, and the customer source was stable.

It's been open for seven or eight years, earlier than Cai Gen, why don't you say that you won't do it?

"Xiaoshui, you are next door, have you changed?"

Zhen Shuiyin was busy with steamed buns and rice porridge, so she didn't bother to look up, and said,

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention."

You pay attention to eating every day, what else can you pay attention to?

Besides, why don't you get fat when you eat dry?

Could it be that while eating, two chastity water yin suddenly appeared, mitosis?

Xiao Tmall felt that his opportunity to perform had arrived, so he hurriedly answered,

"Master, I know, I heard the conversation next door.

said that someone wanted to buy the house, and the landlord sold the house and stopped renting it.

Even the rent was doubled and refunded, and it was driven away. ”

There is also a little spirit of contract, people's rent is not due, you are in a hurry to sell the house,

Is it selling for a price? Cai Gen speculated,

"Xiaotian, how much did you sell it?"

Xiao Lynx uses his claws as toothpicks to pick his teeth, and he doesn't know what to stuff his teeth with when eating rice porridge and pickles in the morning.

"I heard from the landlord that it was a hundred."

Oh, more than 100 square meters, selling for a million, it's not a high price,

Why are you in such a hurry? What about renting out 40,000 or 50,000 a year?

"That's not expensive, the landlord is in urgent need of money?

Sell it for a million, kill chickens and get eggs.

Hear anything else? ”

Cai Gen is very concerned about this, is there any change in the house price, and the landlord has heard the letter?

Xiao Tmall looked at Cai Gen as if he had misunderstood,

"Master, it's not a million, it's a hundred."