"I have indeed thought about this matter, but I don't know if it is right. You can listen to it and take it as a reference."
This was not Wen Liang being polite. He never wanted to force anyone to do anything, and this was especially true for Jiang Zhilan. He explained the pros and cons one by one, and in the end it was up to her to make the decision.
"Whether you want to cooperate with Qinghe depends on whether the cooperation is good or bad for you. What is good about it? What is bad about it? Sister-in-law, don't you think this is the truth?"
Jiang Zhilan never thought that a big company like Qinghe would be willing to pay for what she made. Her spicy soup was indeed better than that of other restaurants, but no matter how delicious it was, it was just an ordinary spicy soup. Not to mention Qingzhou, even in Gongti, there were more than a dozen restaurants that could make this.
It's like you are slicing cucumbers in the kitchen, and suddenly someone comes in and says you are a good slicing expert, how much is it, please teach me - isn't this a fantasy or something
So when Wen Liang suddenly mentioned the buyout, her thoughts were actually a bit confused. Only now did she sober up a little, and nodded quickly, saying, "Yes, that's it."
"My opinion is that, first of all, this is a good thing. Qinghe's willingness to buy it at least shows its recognition of your craftsmanship. Secondly, if you buy it out, you will have a considerable income. Of course, it is impossible to get rich overnight, but at least the price will not be too low. The downside is that, first, you can no longer sell this recipe of spicy soup, and second, you may lose some customers. In the long run, the buyout money may not be able to make up for this loss..."
Jiang Zhilan hesitated for a moment and said, "How much can they offer?"
"It shouldn't be more than ten thousand..."
"Ten thousand? So much?" Jiang Zhilan was shocked. You know, in 1996, the average annual income of many state-owned enterprise employees was only three or four thousand yuan. This figure was enough to cover the net profit of her hard work in running the snack stand for several years.
Wen Liang smiled and said, "It's not that much actually, but this is a corporate behavior, and I can't make an exception for my sister-in-law alone. I'm really sorry."
Jiang Zhilan shook her head. She was not an naive little girl and knew what 10,000 RMB meant. And because the number was so unexpected, she did not feel as confused as before. She calmed down and thought about it carefully. When she looked up again, she looked at Wen Liang with eyes full of gratitude that she could never repay.
"I, I..."
She suppressed the excitement in her heart, her eyes were filled with tears, and she said "I" for a long time but her thousands of words turned into two lines of tears.
Wen Liang must have seen the difficulty of raising money for his daughter's tuition, but he also cared about his own self-esteem, so he came up with this idea. Otherwise, in these years, apart from some old and traditional brands, have you ever heard of any ordinary shop owner who could be so lucky to sell his secret recipe at such a high price
Ten thousand yuan may not be worth mentioning to some people, but to most ordinary people who work hard from dawn to dusk, it is undoubtedly a huge sum of money that they have never seen before.
Jiang Zhilan was very confident in her Huo La Tang, but no matter how confident she was, she also understood that in terms of value alone, it was definitely not worth the price.
All of this was a lie made up by the man in front of her to help herself, but how could a woman not cry over such a lie
Wen Liang had not expected Jiang Zhilan to think in this way. Yes, he certainly had this idea, but he was more concerned with the issue from Qinghe's perspective. Things that benefit both sides were not so simple and noble. He was stunned by her sudden tears and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"If Qinghe is really interested, the formula can be sold to them, and the price doesn't have to be so high." Jiang Zhilan turned her head away, wiped away her tears, and said: "Business has not been good recently, and I have to raise money for my daughter's college tuition. This money will just solve my urgent needs, so I can't hold back for a moment. I'm sorry to make you laugh."
She couldn't refuse Wen Liang's kindness, whether it was for her daughter's future or for something else. When a person has been holding on for too long, he or she will occasionally want to have such a person, who will always silently give him or her hope again when he or she is facing despair.
Wen Liang didn't think too much about it and said, "Well, I'll call my friend tomorrow and ask him to arrange a time to meet you. We can discuss the details then."
"Well, I'll listen to you."
After settling on the recipe, Wen Liang said, "Sister-in-law, although doing business gives you some freedom, it has too many ups and downs, and the income is unstable. The Gongti area is likely to be included in the city's overall construction plan in a while, and it may be demolished one day. Have you ever thought about changing your job?"
Gongti has been abandoned for so long, the city can't possibly leave such a large piece of land idle, and rumors of demolition have long been circulating. Jiang Zhilan has thought about this issue before, and said with a wry smile: "At my age, I have no diploma and no skills. What else can I do besides serving dishes, washing clothes and sewing? I'm not afraid of hard work, but if I do those jobs, I might as well open my own shop and earn more."
"My friend told me that Qinghe Soy Milk is developing well now. If you are interested..."
"Qinghe?" Jiang Zhilan was not willing to bother Wen Liang to find her a job, so she quickly refused, "No need. I know that Qinghe recruits young waiters. I'm already indebted to them for buying the recipe for spicy soup. Don't bother your friend for me anymore!"
"It's not like being a waiter. It's like this. Qinghe headquarters has a research and development center, which is a department responsible for developing new dishes. They bought your recipe, but they don't plan to follow it completely. They also need to make improvements and experiments, develop a standardized process, and process it into semi-finished or finished products in the central kitchen, and then distribute it to each store."
Wen Liang attributed all this to information he got from friends chatting, which did not arouse Jiang Zhilan's suspicion. He continued, "You have many years of experience in the catering industry and you are the inventor of the original formula. I think Qinghe should welcome you to join their company and participate in the development of a Hu La Tang formula suitable for standardized production."
He explained what a central kitchen is and what standardized production is. Jiang Zhilan was moved by what she heard. It was her hobby to change the recipe from time to time and find new flavors. Otherwise, she would not be able to make the unique and popular Hu La Tang. However, she never dared to hope to enter a company like Qinghe and become a food inventor.
"Can I?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "If you can't do it, you will never find another person who can." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)