Chapter 1766

Neither Wang Yan nor Zhuang Zhuang mentioned the trouble they had encountered while setting up the stall. There was no need to talk about it; after all, it was a matter that had already been dealt with, and telling people wouldn't change anything.

Wang Yan didn't have the idle thought of making a spectacle of himself for others to watch, so he simply said nothing. Others knowing nothing was the most peaceful way.

Zhuang Zhuang was even simpler; she was tight-lipped. If Wang Yan didn't say anything, she certainly wouldn't either.

The occurrence of this incident also had a significant representative effect. With so many people selling barbecue, and others selling roast meat nearby, it was impossible for them not to know after five days that Wang Yan's seasoning here was very special.

When enough people knew, such incidents of trouble-making were inevitable, because human greed was at work.

This also just goes to show that the time had come.

This day, Wang Yan carried a machine into the courtyard.

Little Northeast asked curiously: "Old fellow, what kind of machine is this?"

"For grinding and mixing powder."

"You use this for roasting lamb skewers? Isn't a mortar and pestle enough? Isn't it bad if it's ground too fine? Are you picking on my work?" Little Northeast asked three questions in a row.

The previous seasonings were all ground by Little Northeast when he was idle, and then Wang Yan would mix them himself. Then he would provide a meal at noon, and everyone would eat and drink together, which was lively.

Even though everyone was helping Wang Yan skewer meat early in the morning now, and the workload had increased quite a bit, with each person having to skewer over a hundred, Wang Yan didn't pay them wages, but provided meals and alcohol.

He didn't want to live in the same room and act like a boss and employees, especially since Zhuang Zhuang was involved here. Up to now, he hadn't given Zhuang Zhuang a single cent.

Now he provided lunch every day, and it wasn't just a casual meal; every meal had good dishes, they ate meat every day, and the alcohol was bought by the case. To say nothing else, Guo Zongbao, Tao Liangliang, and Cao Ye used to really live by tightening their belts, all looking sallow. Now it was better; after eating like this for a few days, their faces were already glowing.

Wang Yan said: "It's not that you aren't doing a good job, it's that the amount of seasoning used now is even greater. Relying on a mortar and pestle is too strenuous. Machines are better; you can get it as fine as you want, and it mixes it evenly at the same time."

Little Northeast still didn't understand: "No, you sell at most a thousand skewers a day. What I ground for you is enough for you to use for ten days or half a month. How much more can you use? What, are you planning to open a branch?"

"No, I'm planning to sell the seasoning."

"Sell the seasoning?"

Little Northeast's eyes widened. They all knew that a large part of the reason Wang Yan's barbecue was delicious was because of this special seasoning. He didn't understand why he wanted to sell the seasoning to others; wouldn't that affect his own business?

Guo Zongbao and the others probably thought the same when they heard this news. They all thought that if they kept the seasoning in their own hands and only did the barbecue themselves, they would have no worries about food and clothing and could make big money.

Even Zhuang Zhuang didn't understand. She watched Wang Yan mixing, weighing, and packaging there, hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "Brother Yan, are you really going to sell the seasoning?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Wang Yan raised his head and glanced at her, smiling, "I'll put the seasoning out tonight, ten yuan a bag."

Shen Ranran was also on the side: "Brother Yan, I also think you shouldn't sell the seasoning. This is your unique secret recipe. You'll soon earn enough money to open a shop. By then, business will definitely be better, and you'll definitely earn more. Before long, you'll be able to open a second shop. Isn't that better than selling seasoning?"

"Who knows." Tao Liangliang was Shen Ranran's loyal supporter, "Brother Yan, why don't you think about it again?"

Xu Shengli followed up: "Yeah, Wang Yan, you didn't drink too much and get muddled, did you?"

Wang Yan squinted: "Are you taking the opportunity to insult me?"

"How could that be? I'm concerned about you. No matter how you look at it, you shouldn't sell the seasoning. You're selling a thousand skewers now, the cost is three hundred, and you earn seven hundred a day. The money you earn in one day is what others earn in a month or two. What business is as good as this?"

Xu Shengli argued persuasively, his opinion the same as the others, all believing Wang Yan's brain had snapped.

Wang Yan said: "I can earn seven or eight yuan from this bag, which means selling a hundred bags is about the same as a thousand lamb skewers. You tell me, is it easier to roast a thousand lamb skewers, or to make a thousand bags of seasoning?"

"That's definitely making seasoning bags." Cao Ye said, "Lamb skewers still need to be cut, then skewered, and then roasted over there, which takes more time. And one is a thousand, one is a hundred; they can't be compared at all."

Guo Zongbao retorted: "That's also not right, Brother Wang. A person can buy ten or twenty lamb skewers. But if it's seasoning, who buys that much? You don't need to go find people to buy lamb skewers; once the charcoal is lit and you roast a few, the fragrance drifts out, and people come following the scent themselves. But if you sell seasoning, you have to go out and promote it. That takes more effort."

"You're right, Old Guo, that's indeed the case. But you guys don't think about it, Beijing is so big, how many shops can I open myself? How many lamb skewers can I sell? And it's impossible for this recipe to never be discovered by others.

The things used are just that many; sooner or later, someone will be able to mix it. Since that's the case, I might as well sell the seasoning first and occupy this market first. And if you really want to talk about opening shops, that's so strenuous, right? How many shops can I open? If this seasoning sells well, maybe it can even be sold all over the country. How much can I earn then?"

Tao Liangliang nodded: "Brother Yan, now that you put it that way, hey, I think it might actually work."

"It's not 'might', it definitely will work. You have to dare to think to dare to act. If you don't have confidence in yourself, how can you get things done?" Wang Yan smiled, "I'm not stupid, I'm walking on two legs. Selling barbecue on one side, and selling seasoning on the other. The Beijing market is very big, the seasoning can still be absorbed, and it won't affect my business."

Since Wang Yan had said so, how could the others try to persuade him again? They all went to do their own things.

Not all of these people had things to do. Only Guo Zongbao went out to walk the streets and alleys to repair range hoods, Cao Ye went out to find work as a painter, and Xu Shengli returned to the basement to write his script.

Now Xu Shengli was quite sober. Because Zhuang Zhuang was always with Wang Yan, spending most of her time with him every day, and he had repeatedly expressed his love and admiration to Zhuang Zhuang without getting a response, the initial passion had faded, and he had returned to normal.

Staying in the courtyard were Wang Yan working on the machine, Zhuang Zhuang weighing, Shen Ranran packaging, and Tao Liangliang shamelessly pestering Shen Ranran to chat on the side.

"Ranran, how is your search for a film crew going?"

"You're touching a sore spot." Shen Ranran glared at Tao Liangliang and didn't speak.

Tao Liangliang had no self-awareness in this regard, talking to himself: "That's true, if you could join a crew, you definitely wouldn't be here packing seasoning."

"Tao Liangliang, do you know how to speak?" Zhuang Zhuang couldn't listen anymore, "Go, go, go, if you're not working, don't affect us here."

"Exactly! So annoying!" Shen Ranran hummed, chasing Tao Liangliang away.

Seeing that Shen Ranran was truly unhappy, Tao Liangliang left with a cheeky smile.

Seeing that Wang Yan had been quiet, Shen Ranran said: "Brother Yan is still the best, working steadily to earn money, unlike them, all oily-tongued."

Wang Yan laughed: "Maybe it's because I don't have artistic bacteria. When I cultivate it later, I'll also grow long hair."

"Don't, you're just fine like this, Brother Yan, really, you must not mess around." Shen Ranran waved her hands repeatedly.

"Hey, how can you call it messing around." Wang Yan shook his head slightly, "Think about it, you are all in the arts, I am constantly receiving influence, and I also have a yearning for art. Once I solve the problem of material civilization, I should start building spiritual civilization. By then, I'll also engage in some art."

Zhuang Zhuang laughed: "Then what kind of art do you want to engage in?"

"Yeah, Brother Yan, what do you want to do?" Shen Ranran also asked in agreement.

Wang Yan said: "You two are right here, I'll start with singing, then acting, which is a two-pronged development."

Zhuang Zhuang teased: "Then can you handle it?"

"It's not me singing or acting. Didn't I say before that I would invest in the arts after making money? I'll sponsor a theater first, then invest in making movies, so you can sing, and Ranran can act."

Zhuang Zhuang said amusingly: "Then I'll wait."

"An investment in a movie is over a million, Brother Yan, then you have to work hard." Ranran also laughed, but immediately added, "But I think this kind of behavior is actually not very good. Isn't this bringing capital into the crew? If your own strength isn't solid and you rely entirely on connections, you'll be gossiped about after joining the crew."

"This is unavoidable, right? There is right and wrong everywhere. Relying on strength without connections is indeed correct, but Ranran, how can you let people see your strength? You have to have a role first, right?"

Shen Ranran sighed: "Brother Yan, I know all these things you said, but I just don't want to be like this. Isn't it possible to be clean and innocent?"

"Of course it is, I support you, you must persist and hold your bottom line. As long as you persist, I believe you will succeed sooner or later." Zhuang Zhuang said very firmly.

She was a singer and had also come into contact with some related matters, which were all about the same.

This kind of thing is not limited to the industry, nor is it limited to men or women. As long as there is a request, and as long as others have the power and profit to satisfy that request, various kinds of collusion will definitely exist.

Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "I also support you, Ranran. But if I become successful in the future and invest in movies, will I still look for you?"

Shen Ranran was a bit embarrassed, pouting and pretending to be unhappy.

So Wang Yan laughed: "Of course I have to look for you."

"Brother Yan, I find you also quite annoying."

"That shows I'm getting closer to art."

Between laughing and talking, the afternoon passed, and the three of them cooperated to produce several hundred bags of seasoning.

Watching Zhuang Zhuang help Wang Yan load everything onto the tricycle, Shen Ranran leaned to the side and said longingly: "Brother Yan, Sister Zhuang Zhuang, can I also go to the stall with you?"

Zhuang Zhuang said with a smile: "Of course you can. If you are willing to help with work, the big boss will be happy, right, big boss?"

Wang Yan responded: "That's right, since we are going to sell seasoning, you can go help sell the seasoning."

"Okay. Then I'll change my clothes, I'll be ready right away." Shen Ranran rushed to change her clothes excitedly.

When they went to the stall this day, Zhuang Zhuang and Shen Ranran sat on the side rails of Wang Yan's small tricycle. It was already eye-catching when they went back and forth in the past, but this time it was off the charts.

After all, a small tricycle carrying two exceptionally beautiful girls made everyone who saw it unable to resist looking more, especially when looking at Wang Yan who was pedaling the tricycle, wondering what kind of ability this kid had.

They could see that, to say nothing else, Wang Yan's physique was quite good. Carrying goods and two people, Wang Yan's face wasn't red and he wasn't panting, better than the masters who pedaled rickshaws all over the street to pick up passengers.

When they arrived at the stall, it was as lively as ever.

However, this time, everyone also saw Shen Ranran, and one by one they started teasing, saying Wang Yan had good fortune, and saying Zhuang Zhuang the boss lady had a broad mind, etc. Finally, Zhuang Zhuang couldn't take it anymore, seriously pulling a long face and saying Ranran was her younger sister, and then quickly started talking about selling the seasoning.

Once this news came out, it immediately caused a huge stir among the diners.

Wang Yan said loudly: "My seasoning can be used for anything, barbecue, roast meat, stewed meat, even dishes like cumin lamb, just sprinkle my seasoning on it. Ten yuan a bag, enough for about a hundred lamb skewers, the price is quite fair. Those interested can buy it back to try. I welcome other stall owners and shop owners even more."

Hearing Wang Yan's introduction and explanation, many people bought a bag on the spot, intending to go back and try something fresh. And as time passed, many people ran over specifically to buy seasoning.

Even more so, someone selling barbecue not far away directly took the barbecue seasoning and used it, and their business immediately improved a lot.

To be honest, Wang Yan's stall didn't compete with other barbecue or fried skewers; after all, he only made lamb skewers, which was a proper heavy meat dish, and most people would be intoxicated by the fragrance after just two skewers. Other food was still very popular.

"Boss."

Wang Yan raised his head and looked at the familiar face in front of him, greeting him: "You're here, brother."

Liu Qiangdong said: "Boss, you have a lot of courage, how did you think of selling seasoning?"

"I was just thinking of looking for you, you came just in time." Wang Yan stuffed the roasted lamb skewers into his hand, "If you're not in a hurry, just help sell the seasoning here first. Once I've sold all these lamb skewers, we brothers will talk business."

"Seasoning?"

"What else?"

Liu Qiangdong thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait to hear about it."

As everyone knows, Liu Qiangdong is face-blind and doesn't know beauty or ugliness, but seeing Shen Ranran appear beside Wang Yan, and especially seeing Zhuang Zhuang both willing to come to the stall with Wang Yan, he still admired Wang Yan quite a bit.

He went to help Shen Ranran sell seasoning and took the opportunity to ask Shen Ranran about some things about Wang Yan, and was shocked to realize that Wang Yan was not an ordinary person.

Because Wang Yan's purpose in doing things was too strong, including his interactions with everyone in "Winter Turns to Spring," as well as setting up a stall to sell lamb skewers, and now selling seasoning. He was worldly-wise, had clear thoughts, knew what he was doing, and knew even better how to do it.

Originally, his good brother had looked down on him a little in his heart, but after hearing about it, he couldn't help but take him seriously.

Just like this, amidst the busyness, after selling a thousand lamb skewers, Wang Yan took Zhuang Zhuang, Shen Ranran, and his good brother who had waited for a long time, and went to a nearby restaurant...

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