UGB Chapter 427 Pang Donglai's Rural Model: Reshaping Business Rules
Chapter 427 Pang Donglai's Rural Model: Reshaping Business Rules
Jiang Chen's words of "a combination of carrot and stick" were like a shot of adrenaline, piercing the hearts of every vendor in the old street.
No need to pay those exorbitant rents that leave you breathless.
I can also get a base salary of 3,000 yuan every month for free.
This means that they are already making money as soon as they open their doors every day!
What other reason is there not to work hard?
The next day, it was still dark.
The entire old street of Qingshui Town seemed to come alive overnight.
"Clang! Clang!"
Hu La Hua got out of bed before dawn and personally went to the slaughterhouse dozens of miles away to bring back half a carcass of top-quality black pork, steaming hot and stamped with the latest quarantine red seal.
She scalded her meat stall three times with boiling water and wiped it until it shone brightly with a rag, leaving not a trace of grease on the cutting board.
She stood behind the stall, her back ramrod straight, grinning at everyone she met. Her energy and spirit were completely different from yesterday.
"Rat-a-tat-tat—"
Lin Dazhuang drove his old blue truck to the county to buy goods.
The truck bed was filled with the freshest vegetables.
As he drove to the entrance of the old street, he instinctively wanted to honk his horn to urge the dawdling pedestrians ahead.
But he raised his hand halfway and then abruptly put it down.
He remembered what Jiang Chen had said yesterday and was worried that the shrill sound of the horn would disturb the peaceful sleep of the neighbors.
He simply poked his head out and, for the first time ever, called out politely, "Sir, please move aside."
A new sight has appeared on the old street.
A dozen or so young men, dressed in clean uniforms and wearing red armbands that read "Jiang Group Quality Control Supervisor," patrolled the streets in pairs.
They were professional quality inspectors that Jiang Chen specially hired from the provincial capital at high salaries.
They don't interfere with anyone's business.
Its sole task is to appear like a ghost in front of any stall at any time.
It's possible that while you're busy at work, someone might suddenly take a cucumber from your stall, put it in a sealed bag, and take it home to test for pesticide residues.
It's also possible that while you're weighing a customer, they'll suddenly pull out a high-precision electronic scale and ask you to weigh them again.
Their existence is like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all merchants.
This completely puts an end to any lingering thoughts that might have been harbored by those people.
There was a notorious old bachelor in town, nicknamed "Old Goldhead," who never married and was known for his meanness and penny-pinching ways.
He strolled leisurely to the meat stall of Hu La Hua, squinted at the bright red pork on the cutting board, and pursed his lips.
"Hey, spicy flower."
"Your meat looks really red and shiny today. You didn't soak it in anything, did you?"
In the past, Hu Lahua would have already grabbed a boning knife and started cursing at him.
But today, instead of getting angry, she pounded her chest loudly and shouted so loudly that half the street could hear her.
"Old Jin! Don't talk nonsense! This is a strict rule personally set by Brother Chen!"
"I'm only on a basic salary now! If I dared to sell a piece of stale meat, three thousand dollars would be gone!"
"You, just eat your fill! If you get a stomachache, don't just pay me, I, Hu La Hua, will give you ten live pigs!"
These words startled Old Jin, and the neighbors who were buying groceries around him also burst into laughter.
On the other side, the "Chu's Benefit Supermarket" at the entrance of the town presents a completely different scene.
The first day's aggressive "one-cent egg" dumping promotion attracted elderly people whose purchasing power far exceeded expectations.
The entire store was a mess.
The ground was covered with trampled vegetable leaves and scrambled egg yolks, emitting a nauseating stench.
The store manager sent by the Chu family employed only day-paid temporary workers in order to minimize costs.
These temporary workers are paid little, so naturally they are unwilling to work hard.
Faced with this mess, they all hid in a corner playing on their phones, and no one wanted to clean it up.
Several young temporary workers even got into arguments with customers over the order in which they bought the items, and the argument almost escalated into a physical fight.
The expensive high-end goods in the store were completely ignored.
The shopping experience in the entire store was extremely poor.
Around noon, a BMW X5 with out-of-town license plates slowly pulled up at the intersection of the old street.
A family of three got out of the car; judging from their attire, they seemed to be on a road trip from a big city.
They originally just wanted to find a place in town to have a simple meal.
As I walked along, I was drawn in by the lively yet clean atmosphere of the old street.
They sat down at the stall of Fang Cui, a young woman working at the night market food stall.
The man ordered a plate of stir-fried pork kidneys.
The dishes were served quickly, steaming hot and with a wonderful aroma.
The man picked up a piece of pork kidney and put it in his mouth.
His eyes lit up after just one chew.
The kidney slices were cleaned extremely thoroughly, without any fishy or gamey smell. They were cooked to perfection, resulting in a tender and smooth texture with a slightly smoky, wok-fried aroma.
He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Boss lady! You've cleaned these pork kidneys so thoroughly! This portion would cost at least eighty yuan a serving in our city, right? And you're only selling it for twenty-five here?"
Fang Cui, who was wiping the table next to her, still had that indifferent expression and didn't even raise her head.
She carefully wiped the grease stains on the corner of the table with a clean cloth and said calmly.
"The boss waived our rent and even paid us a basic salary."
"We earn our money through hard work, and we're after a good reputation."
"Just enjoy your meal. There's free plum juice in the pot over there; help yourself, it's all you can eat."
These few words, devoid of any emotional color, struck the tourist's heart like a heavy hammer.
Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon.
The man was deeply shocked.
He took out his phone and casually filmed a short video of the delicious and inexpensive stir-fried pork kidneys in front of him, and the steaming pot of plum juice next to it with unlimited refills.
He thought for a moment and added a caption to the video.
"This is the true essence of everyday life! Highly recommended! Qingshui Town Old Street, Qinghe County, Nanjiang Province—a street brimming with integrity!"