The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man - Chapter 518
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Chapter 518: 518 tricked out business 3
“Who said thirty taels?” She laughed, “It’s three hundred taels.” The dead shopkeeper with the surname Duan was just trying to shirk off fifty taels a moment ago. Now he wants to compete with Boss Jin? With Boss Jin’s impressive status, she naturally had to quote a high price.
“You’re robbing me?” Manager Duan nearly choked on this number.
Su Qingyue looked indifferent, “Robbing you? I’m actually cutting you a deal. Pig offal isn’t the same as ferns. Ferns go out of season, and they’re almost out of season now. Pig offal is available every day, and many pigs are slaughtered daily in the town. Selling the method to get rid off the stench of pig offal to you is no better than selling it to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. The Drunken Immortal Pavilion has already launched their stir-fried tasty fern dish. Adding pig offal to make such a top-quality dish will definitely attract a steady stream of customers, and then…” She glanced at his shop, “As long as I sell the recipe to Drunken Immortal Pavilion, customers will flock to them, and your store will definitely be deserted and miserable…”
She pretended to leave and chuckled to the young servant named Ji, “Please lead the way.”
Manager Duan found it incredibly overpriced but was afraid the Drunken Immortal Pavilion would really buy the recipe. Fearing to be left idle, he gritted his teeth and agreed, “Fine! I’ll buy it!”
As soon as Su Qingyue heard this, she pretended to be hesitant and said, “Manager Duan, have you thought this through? To buy the treatment method for pig offal, you need to spend three hundred taels of silver. Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
A lot of onlookers had gathered around by now.
Her words were clear enough for everyone around to hear.
“No regrets, no regrets!” Manager Duan decided with a pained face.
“Alright, since you’re so sincere.” She said, “Give me the money. I have things to do later.” She pointed at Ji, “Look, his rich master is still waiting for me.” Who knows what they’re waiting for her to do.
Manager Duan was also afraid she might change her mind, “You can’t sell the recipe for pig offal to anyone else.”
“No problem.” She looked as if she’s at a loss, “Even if the Drunken Immortal Pavilion’s boss offers a higher price, I won’t sell it to them.”
Manager Duan took out the silver notes from his sleeve pocket, “Here you go…”
As she took the silver notes, he was reluctant to let go, “The money you made selling stir-fried tasty fern and the profit from other dishes in the restaurant are all here…”
“Later, you’ll make even more selling pig offal…” She said, “If you don’t buy it, someone else will.”
He finally let go with a heartbreak.
She took the silver notes and immediately said, “Of course, doing business might also mean making a loss.”
He instantly regretted it, but she had already checked the three silver notes, each worth one hundred taels, and calmly put the silver notes into her sleeve pocket.
It was too late for Manager Duan to regret now.
Xiao Qinghe was completely dumbfounded, “Qingyue… what is…”
Some onlookers around had figured it out, “Wow, Manager Duan, you really have a big budget to spend three hundred taels on a pig offal recipe!”
Manager Duan regretted his decision immediately after making it, but he also regretted not doing it, so he could only fake a smile.
Ji was also dumbstruck. This woman was incredible! She actually sold a recipe worth three hundred taels! Even his family head wouldn’t pay such a high price for a single dish. After regaining his senses, he asked, “Miss Su, can we go now?”
Su Qingyue waved her hand, “No. Can’t you see I still have things to do?” She said to Manager Duan, “Tell your restaurant’s chef to get ready. I’m going to show off my cooking skills.”
Manager Duan instructed a waiter, “Go to the Vegetable Market and buy some fresh pig offal. No, buy all the pig offal…”