Jiang Yan explained: "Although our wontons are delicious, no matter how delicious they are, there will be a day when they get tired of eating them. At that time, the price may drop according to the market reaction. But if the limit is limited every day, it will be more exciting. To arouse people's curiosity and freshness. In terms of terms, it is hunger marketing. This is not only to maintain the price, but also for the overall positioning of our booth."
His major in university is management. Although his studies are sloppy, he can still remember all these marketing methods.
Tian Jiafang didn't quite understand, but it didn't prevent her from expressing her praise.
"Son, you are really amazing! Mom listens to you!"
In the next few days, not only did the wonton business not suffer because of the price and limited quantity, but it became more and more popular. Although some people think it is expensive, most people want to try something new. After all, it is not eaten every day, and it is acceptable to spend 30 yuan occasionally.
Every day before the stalls are set up, there are long queues of people waiting for wontons. The daily limited number of copies is often sold out in less than half an hour.
The county is so small, and you can always meet some acquaintances when setting up a stall in a place like a food court. Apart from Gu Beibei's occasional visits, Jiang Yan also happened to meet Geng Dali.
Seeing Jiang Yan greet customers, Geng Dali turned on the mocking mode in a strange way.
"Don't deliver food now, come out to sell wontons? Xin Nandong, I think you might as well stop going to school. You won't be able to get into college anyway. You might as well come out and earn some money."
Jiang Yan ignored it, and said with a smile: "This customer, would you like some wontons? However, there is a queue!"
Geng Dali rolled his eyes.
"I'm crazy, spending 30 yuan to eat a wonton? Do you think I'm like these idiots, waiting in line for you to kill?"
The "fools" he said were queuing up and looked over coldly.
Facing so many people, no matter how arrogant Geng Dali was, he couldn't help but take a step back.
Jiang Yan ignored him and continued to work.
When he glanced at Geng Dali out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see him quietly swallowing while looking at the iron pot where the wontons were cooked.
The busy National Day Golden Week holiday is finally over.
The night before school started, Jiang Yan calculated the accounts with a calculator.
Thirty wontons per day, 30 yuan each, a total of 900 yuan. The total sales for the seven days of National Day was 6,300 yuan. Excluding the rent of 1,400 yuan, sunk expenses such as tables and benches of 400 yuan, and raw materials and materials of 700 yuan, the net profit was 3,800 yuan, which was almost equal to Tian Jiafang's salary for delivering food for a month.
After the National Day holiday, the rent for stalls in the square will return to the usual price, which is 300 yuan for the whole day, and 150 yuan for a single rent in the morning, noon and afternoon.
Tian Jiafang added 700 yuan to the morning rent for a month, making a total of 4,500 yuan.
Jiang Yan sighed: "The 3,800 yuan has not been warmed in his hands, so he spent it again, and posted another 700 yuan. Although he can still earn it back, it is really a waste of money just by selling wontons. It's too slow, when can I become a million depositor... "
Thinking of something, I became happy again.
"Fortunately, I'm going back to school tomorrow. At that time, if you increase Gu Beibei's favorability, you will definitely be able to get more good things! Hold on to the thighs of the top students, and a million deposits is not a dream!"
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Thinking about what to do next, Jiang Yan fell into a sweet dream.