Return to 1983 and be a detective

The village-run powder drying factory has complete certificates and certificates from the village. I believe it won’t take long to change its name to Xu Shan’s name.

The next day, the road construction in the village also started. Although machinery is not developed these days, there is no shortage of strong labor. When the loudspeaker in the village shouted, every household came to work and rushed to build the road, just because of the road construction. One day, give two dollars.

Don't underestimate these two yuan. If calculated on a monthly basis, it would be 60 yuan, which is equivalent to twice the salary of employees. Many villagers can only earn more than 100 yuan after being busy for a year. Now this You can earn [-] a month. Isn’t everyone very motivated?

After talking about the noodle factory, Xu Shan went straight to a pickle factory in Zhuangyuantou Village, where the township office is located.

This pickle factory is also a village-run enterprise. It was founded in response to the trend. However, because the threshold for this pickle factory is so low that it cannot even be a self-employed person making pickles. Therefore, it has been less than three years since it was established, but it is already half-dead. status.

When Xu Shan entered the factory, he saw several pickle factory workers enjoying the shade under a crooked willow tree by the creek in front of the factory. Their backs were bare and they were playing stone chess, which is called big stone chess. Ghosts eat imps, also known as big and small monks. As long as there are stones and an open space, you can play.

Generally speaking, this is something for children to play, but the workers in these pickle factories are indeed a little too idle, so they play here with such enthusiasm.

Xu Shan stepped forward and asked, "Who is in charge here?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in his fifties wiped his sweat with a white towel. He glanced sideways at Xu Shan and saw that he was a hairless young man. He said a little contemptuously: "What do you want?"

"I want to know if your factory can be sold."

The man seemed to have heard something quite funny: "It's broad daylight, aren't you awake? Just because of you, you want to buy our factory?"

"Are you in charge here?"

"Okay, young man, don't think we are so idle, just make fun of us. If you want to buy a factory, you have to spend a lot of money. Even if you can afford the money, I don't want to sell it to you." If it's collective and sold to individuals, wouldn't that mean going back on the road of capital's pursuit of justice?"

Xu Shan really wanted to build such a pickle factory. With his dried powder factory, he could develop products that would be very popular in later generations.

But now the person in charge of the factory has made it quite clear that he does not want to sell the factory or follow the old path of capital-based righteousness.

So Xu Shan immediately gave up the idea of ​​buying the factory.

Originally, the purchase and sale were consensual, and there is another very important point, that is, both parties need to agree with each other's concepts. Now this factory is still stuck in the concept of the past era. Even if Xu Shan really buys this factory, in the future, There are also all kinds of troubles.

Xu Shan himself is a person who is afraid of trouble, and now that he has money, he can ignore the monetary cost, so there is no need to waste his time on this factory.

So he changed his mind and said, "I'm just joking with you. Actually, I want to buy some sour beans, pickled radishes, and preferably some sour bamboo shoots from you."

The person in charge was a little confused: "We have sour beans and pickled radishes here, but what are sour bamboo shoots? Can the bamboo shoots be eaten if they are sour?"

Only then did Xu Shan realize that the popular food he wanted to make was not actually the traditional food of Long Shui. Although Long Shui produced bamboo shoots, no one seemed to know how to make sour bamboo shoots, which would greatly reduce the effect after shipment. .

He was a little disappointed, but he still bought some pickled beans and pickled radishes and left. As he was riding his bicycle for a while, someone suddenly stopped him from behind.

When I looked back, I saw a man in his 30s. This man was riding a shabby bicycle that had no ring except the bell. He chased her in a hurry.

The man put his foot on the ground and braked manually. When he finally reached Xu Shan, he stopped the car. He asked straight to the point: "Are you asking for sour bamboo shoots to make snail noodles?"

Xu Shan was stunned: "Do you know about snail noodles?"

The man was also a little excited, as if meeting an old acquaintance thousands of miles away: "You really want to make snail noodles. To tell you the truth, I served as a soldier in Gui Province. When I fought back in self-defense, I went to the front line and fought against monkey soldiers. At that time, I tasted this kind of snail noodles for the first time, and I fell in love with it as soon as I tasted it. Later, I was discharged from the army and changed my job, so I returned to this collective factory, and I have been thinking about developing snail noodles in Longshui."

Xu Shan was also overjoyed. He excitedly pushed the car aside and grabbed the man's hand: "What a fate. Can you make sour bamboo shoots?"

"If you know how to make it, the process of sour bamboo shoots is not difficult. I have the advantage of a pickle factory. I have been researching it for several years. I can basically make it exactly as it is. No matter whether it is smelly or sour, I don't have to worry about it."

"That's great. By the way, do you have ready-made pickled bamboo shoots? I'll buy some."

"That's what I came here for. I can sell you the pickled bamboo shoots, but I see that you want to buy a pickle factory. Are you planning to open a factory that makes snail noodles? I'm just curious. The snail noodles are all freshly made. , can it still be produced in batches from the factory?"

Seeing that this man was so interested, Xu Shan felt that this might be a future partner, so he took the trouble to express his idea: "Actually, what I want to do is a convenience food. With the development of the economy, People will have less and less time to cook for themselves. If there is a convenient food that anyone can cook with a pot, do you think many people will buy it?"

"Convenience food? The name is a bit interesting. Isn't this thing similar to canned beef? If it is as convenient as you say, sales will definitely be easy. By the way, what do you call me, little brother?"

"My name is Xu Shan. Where are you, brother?"

"My name is Zhi Haiyuan, you can just call me Lao Zhi. Do you really think this convenience food can be made?"

It’s hard to say in Xushan that a certain brand of snail noodles in later generations has sales of billions a year, and the market is developing dynamically. Being lagging behind the market does not mean that it cannot be sold, and being ahead of the market does not mean that it will be extremely popular.

Everything has the right time, place, and right people, so that a product can become a hit.

He hesitated and answered honestly: "I don't dare to guarantee this, but I firmly believe that if you do it, you may not succeed. If you don't do it, you will never succeed."

This ordinary sentence of chicken soup made the old branch very excited: "Well said, brother Shanzi, from now on my old branch will work with you."

The two hands were tightly held together. What no one knew was that a convenience food brand would emerge and become a leading company in the convenience food market.