Instant Noodle Tycoon [System]

After finishing their meal, the two of them left the cabin and sat on the bow that had been arranged earlier.

After admiring the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, Chu Lin, who was in a good mood, took the initiative to mention the cooperation.

Seeing that he agreed to the cooperation, Feng Hongjin showed a happy smile, picked up the teacup from the table and said, "I propose a cup of tea to you instead of wine."

After Chu Lin raised his teacup as a signal, he took a sip of tea.

Putting down the cup, Feng Hongjin's expression turned serious, and he began to discuss with him about the purchase price of instant noodles.

If it was Chu Lin's own thinking, he might not be able to resist selling it to him at a price that is two to three floors cheaper, but after discussing this issue with Zhao Xu yesterday, he opened his mouth and said half a floor first.

Talking about business was originally about asking prices all over the sky, and paying back the money on the ground. Hearing this price, Feng Hongjin's expression did not change at all, and he directly stretched out his hand to make a "three".

"One floor at most." Chu Lin didn't know any tricks, anyway, he just kept this bottom line in mind, no matter what he said, he would not make any further concessions.

Even if the price of the first floor is only lowered, a bucket of instant noodles can earn a penny, which is actually not low.

However, as a businessman, he naturally hopes that the higher the profit, the better, so Feng Hongjin complained, saying that although the profit of a penny is quite a lot, it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to transport the instant noodles to various places.

Nothing else, Chu Lin still knows how to follow the gourd painting. After hearing his words, he reacted very quickly and began to talk about the difficulty of making instant noodles and how expensive it was.

Not to mention, the packaging and production methods of instant noodles were unheard of before. Therefore, Feng Hongjin believed in the high cost of instant noodles, so he persuaded instead: "In that case, why not increase the price."

"it's not good."

Hearing the hesitation in his words, Feng Hongjin gave him a business lesson.

In the end, Chu Lin was persuaded by him and agreed to double the price of the instant noodles for takeaway. As for the price in Hangzhou, the price was only increased by half.

After increasing the instant noodles to two taels of silver per bucket, after deducting all kinds of manpower and material resources, Feng Hongjin was quite satisfied with the fact that he could earn at least one penny per bucket. Therefore, after discussing the details, he was very generous and let people take one to pack. The box of 50 taels of silver bills was pushed over to him, indicating that it was the deposit for the first shipment.

If the 50 red banknotes were in front of him, it would still have an impact on Chu Lin. The 50 taels of silver notes only made him sigh in his heart at this number, but his expression did not change.

After signing the contract, Feng Hongjin, who heard about the Mid-Autumn Festival event from him, felt very sorry, "If it wasn't for the lack of time, it would be a good time to launch instant noodles during this event."

Hearing his words, Chu Lin calculated in his mind, and found that the Double Ninth Festival would be after the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he said: "Then wait for the Double Ninth Festival event, which happens to be a golden cough... chrysanthemum."

Because the meaning of chrysanthemum in modern times has been a bit crooked, Chu Lin couldn't help being a little embarrassed when he said it.

Feng Hongjin, who knew about the previous Qixi Festival activities, thought it was quite good, but——

"If you often engage in activities like this, you will lose money. It's better to reduce the number, as long as someone wins."

Although I don't feel distressed because I don't need to give out the prizes myself, but if I think about it, if I do activities often, I really have to lower the winning rate so that people don't feel that I am being taken advantage of. Chu Lin nodded and accepted his suggestion.

Continued to enjoy the meeting scene on the boat, the afternoon sun shone on his body, and the breeze was blowing, Chu Lin felt a little sleepy.

Noticing that there was a hint of sleepiness on his face, Feng Hongjin kindly ordered the boat to dock.

Before leaving, Feng Hongjin asked him when he could pick up the goods, seeing that he didn't answer immediately, he invited him out for tea in two days, and they would talk again at that time.

Chu Lin agreed to come down, bid farewell to him and got into the carriage.

Originally, he thought it would take some time to promote instant noodles, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. Chu Lin, who was sitting alone in the carriage, suddenly felt a little irritable.

[System, how do you get out so many instant noodles? ]

In fact, Chu Lin knew in his heart that he was able to sell instant noodles in Hangzhou safely because of Zhao Xu's status.But now that instant noodles are going to be promoted all over the country, it will definitely attract more attention. There will always be curious people who can't help but want to know how instant noodles are made. It may not be difficult to take it out of thin air.

Since the introduction of bagged instant noodles, people in the city immediately became popular, selling all kinds of food combined with instant noodles. Chu Lin, who found that there is no shortage of smart people, dare not underestimate these ancient people.

[Host rest assured, except for the first batch of instant noodles that are stockpiled by the system, the other instant noodles are all made by factories outside the city. ]

When the system opened its mouth, it directly projected the three-dimensional picture of the factory in his mind.

[Why didn't you tell me there was a factory before! ]

Seeing the fully automatic machines running at high speed in the factory, producing batch after batch of instant noodles, Chu Lin, who always thought that the instant noodles were produced by the system out of thin air, couldn't help shouting.

[The host didn't ask before. ]

Chu Lin, who was beaten up, gritted his teeth. He first thought about whether there would be any problem with building a factory directly in the mountains. However, considering that there were few people and many lands in ancient times, there were not a few people who occupied the mountains as bandits, so he temporarily ignored this problem.

[Where did the raw materials come from? ] Chu Lin thought again.

The system did not speak, but the picture in his mind automatically switched to the back of the factory, and he saw a small farm with integrated animal husbandry managed by intelligent robots. Chu Lin, who knew that it must be due to high technology, did not ask how such a small farm could provide So many ingredients and such nonsense.

[Is this place hidden?No one will get in by mistake, right? ]

[Host rest assured, there is a protective cover outside the factory. ]

Even if the factory cannot be exposed to the public, it is better to maintain a sense of mystery than to conjure instant noodles out of thin air, so Chu Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

After relaxing, thinking that when Feng Hongjin started selling instant noodles in various places, he would gain a lot of points, Chu Lin was happy again, and felt that it was necessary to celebrate, so he went around to several restaurants in the city and ordered a lot of signature dishes, so that People sent to the house later.

When they were in the mansion, Shen Yi and his master seldom sat at the same table with their master, but because Chu Lin said that they wanted to celebrate today, they sat at the table together.

Seeing the wine on the table, and thinking of how much they had helped him, Chu Lin poured a glass and raised it, saying, "I toast you."

"Congratulations." Shen Yi said with a smile, and drank the wine in one breath.

Xuan San also drank it all in one gulp. Although Zhao Xu was slower, he also finished a glass of wine. On the contrary, Chu Lin, who was toasting, choked after taking a sip.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Yi jokingly told him to finish the wine.

Zhao Xu glanced at him, looked at the young man and said, "It's fine if you can't drink it."

"It's just that I'm not used to this taste." Hearing his words, Chu Lin put the wine glass aside and said.

After a relatively quiet meal, Zhao Xu motioned him to follow him to the study.

At first, Chu Lin thought that he had something to tell him, but it turned out that he missed the daily calligraphy practice when he came back in the afternoon, so now he asked himself to make up for that hour.

"It's getting dark, can't I write tomorrow?" Chu Lin, who was full and just wanted to lie on the bed and read a book, looked at him pitifully.

"Today's work is over today." Facing his wide-open eyes, Zhao Xu insisted.

Chu Lin, who was rejected, directly hit his head on the table, looking as if his heart was ashamed.

Hearing the sound of "bang", Zhao Xu's heart skipped a beat, he took two steps to help him up, looked at his reddish forehead and scolded: "What are you doing!"

"I..." Chu Lin, who was about to get up to practice calligraphy after the funeral, met his worried and stern eyes, so he had to explain: "It's just that my foot slipped."

"Forget it if you don't want to practice, let's talk about it tomorrow." Zhao Xu, who obviously didn't believe it, said.

Feeling that he was a little unhappy, Chu Lin immediately picked up the pen, and said in his mouth: "Practicing calligraphy makes me happy, I love practicing calligraphy!"

"In that case, let's practice for half an hour longer." Hearing him say something against his will in a serious manner, Zhao Xu looked at him for a while and said.

"Ah? Okay, no problem." Chu Lin was surprised, and after looking at him, he agreed with a dry smile, but in his heart he wished to put it back on for a second, and strangled the self who insisted on saying something.

Seeing the regretful expression on the young man's face, Zhao Xu sat down beside him, picked up the book he hadn't read much in the afternoon, and read it again.

An hour and a half later, Chu Lin, who felt tired in his hands, heart, and body, came out of the study weakly, just happened to meet Shen Yi in the yard, and found that he looked at him even more strangely, and couldn't bring himself to talk to him. get in a word.

Slowly swinging back to his yard, after washing, Chu Lin lay on the bed and sighed comfortably. He decided in his heart that when he went to see Feng Hongjin next time, he must remember to come back before the afternoon. Practicing calligraphy in the evening was too much trouble. .

Before going to sleep, Chu Lin thought of the factory in the mountains outside the city again, and felt that the factory existed, but it was obviously not suitable for direct delivery of goods from there, so he thought that he should buy a larger intermediate warehouse.

Chu Lin had no idea about finding a house in ancient times, so he planned to ask Shen Yi tomorrow.

After knowing his relationship with his master, Shen Yi paid more attention to his affairs. According to his request, he helped find several places that day.

Shen Yi handed him a booklet and said, "These are the larger houses for sale in the city, and the bigger ones are the Zhuangzi outside the city."

Hearing his words, Chu Lin withdrew his hand ready to take the brochure, "I think Zhuangzi outside the city is pretty good."