"Come on, Boss Yang and Manager Liu, let's eat watermelon."

Yang Donglai bought two large watermelons from the town and asked Daya to cut one for them to taste.

The two of them were not polite, each picked up a piece of watermelon and ate it.

At the same time, they also got to know Yang Donglai. It turned out that he also knew medical skills and went to the town to treat people. The two of them praised and admired him again and again.

Yang Donglai knew what they wanted to do, and he just kept joking about other things, such as hunting.

Yang Dafu finally became a little anxious and spoke directly.

"Brother Yang, let me tell you the truth. In fact, the purpose of my visit this time is for your tofu."

"I want to have a long-term cooperation with Brother Yang on the tofu business in the form of wholesale. As for the price, we can easily discuss it."

"Oh, that's it, it's just tofu...!"

Yang Dafu continued in confusion: "Brother Yang, is there something wrong?"

Yang Donglai sighed: "To be honest, Boss Yang, have you seen the medicinal materials in my yard? In fact, it is not easy to make this tofu. It is a secret recipe passed down from my family, and I improved it and added some

The synthesis of medicinal materials gave rise to the current taste of tofu."

Yang Dafu and the other two listened carefully and nodded, with such expressions.

Just because those tofu are really not annoying, if it is Yang Donglai's ancestral secret recipe, and he has added medicinal materials to synthesize and improve it, they naturally have no doubts. Only in this way can it be explained that the tofu is unique.

Yang Donglai continued: "That's exactly what it is, so it's OK to simply provide it to the villagers. If it's made in large quantities, I'm afraid..."

Yang Dafu: "Well, I think that the deliciousness of this tofu is directly related to the addition of this medicinal material."

"Brother Yang, if that's the case, don't worry. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for."

"As long as Brother Yang provides these tofu in large quantities and wholesales them to me at Laifu Restaurant, I can pay the price of the required medicinal materials, and Brother Yang can just set the price."

Yang Donglai pretended to be thoughtful and embarrassed, stood up and walked back and forth. He was clearly saying, "You are embarrassing me like this, what should I do?"

"Oh, forget it. Since Boss Yang has mentioned this, how can I appear to be unkind? I agree to cooperate with Boss Yang on the tofu business."

"Okay, I just like working with someone as careless as Brother Yang."

Yang Dafu was ecstatic, but also worried: "Brother Yang, I wonder what the price is, what is the price that Brother Yang is going to set?"

Yang Donglai thought for a while: "Add the price of the required medicinal materials, US dollars tofu..."

Yang Donglai stretched out two fingers: "20 Wen."

"Brother Yang, is the price a bit high?"

When Yang Dafu and Yang Dafu heard this, they both frowned.

They had just seen the dollar tofu under the thatched hut outside, selling it to the villagers for only one penny.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, Yang Donglai directly mentioned 20 yuan per catty, and he really took them as a scapegoat!

"Hey, Boss Yang must have just seen my tofu being sold to the villagers for a penny a pound, so why did they offer 20 penny to Boss Yang?"

Yang Dafu and the other two looked at him, their eyes clearly saying that it was indeed true.

Yang Donglai continued: "Boss Yang doesn't know that I, Yang Dong, have lost my parents since I was a child. It can be said that I grew up eating the food of every household."

"People in the village are like my parents, so how can this be the same thing?"

"In addition, most of these herbs are harvested from the mountains. I am willing to repay the kindness of the village for raising them. Why not?"

Yang Donglai talked about this, and it is indeed true.

When people sell tofu in their own village, let alone paying a penny per catty, even if they give it away for free, they are repaying their kindness.

But what does Yang Dafu have to do with others? To put it bluntly, it is a relationship of interest. Don’t talk about feelings with others, and don’t have any feelings with you.

"Boss Yang, don't be like this. I must have tasted the tofu I gave to Manager Liu yesterday. Didn't you two find that the tofu tastes different between yesterday and today?"

Yang Dafu and Yang Dafu thought about it carefully, then their eyes widened and they nodded.

Although they had eaten the tofu outside just now, when they thought about it carefully and tasted it, they found that the taste was indeed very different from yesterday's.

Yang Donglai continued: "Boss Yang is absolutely assured. If you and I reach a cooperation, the food provided to Boss Yang on the 9th floor in the future will definitely taste like yesterday."

"Okay, it's settled!" Yang Dafu stood up abruptly and reached an agreement directly.

The two finally talked about some cooperation details.

Especially Yang Dafu, who wanted to lower the price, but Yang Donglai insisted on it, and finally had no choice but to do so.

The business was finally concluded, and the two agreed to prepare 50 kilograms of tofu to be hauled to the town tomorrow to open up some opportunities and increase sales in the future.

Yang Donglai personally put the two of them on the carriage and returned home with a happy face.

When Da Ya saw Yang Donglai coming back, she couldn't help but look excited and excited.

"Brother Yang, this is really great. I didn't expect that our tofu can also be cooperated by a big boss like the Hollywood Restaurant. Haha, I'm so happy!"

I could hear them clearly from the beginning to the end of their business discussion just now.

Yang Donglai showed no signs of stage fright in all the business negotiations with Boss Yang, especially when the price was directly mentioned at 20 Wen per pound.

How could Da Ya not feel excited? What she didn't expect was that Boss Yang actually agreed.

"Brother Yang, this tofu is 20 cents per catty. Such an expensive price can buy several catties of meat. Why do you think Boss Yang agreed to it?"

Yang Donglai laughed loudly: "Don't say it's 20 cents per catty, even if I offer one tael of silver per catty, he will still want it."

Daya: "Ah! Who would spend one tael of silver to buy a pound of tofu? There must be something wrong with that person's brain."

Yang Donglai: "Those rich people have a lot of money. If it is ordinary tofu, they will naturally not want it, but they will definitely want it after we have improved it."

Daya: "Haha, Brother Yang, you were really good at talking things over just now."

Da Ya coughed and said imitating: "To be honest, Boss Yang, have you seen the medicinal materials in my yard? In fact, it is not easy to make this tofu in my family. It is a secret recipe passed down from my family, and I was asked to do it.

After improvement and the addition of some medicinal materials, the tofu has the taste it has today."

"Hahaha! I almost couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud."

Yang Donglai rubbed her hair into a chicken coop: "If you don't say that, how can you make them believe it!"

"Oh Brother Yang, look at how you messed up my head. Huh, I'm ignoring you. I have to hurry up and prepare 50 pounds of tofu for tomorrow! Hehe!"

Because she had negotiated a big deal, Daya always looked very happy, busy with various tasks in her hands, and kept humming little songs.

"Da Ya, if our business gets bigger, it seems we will really have to buy a donkey."

"Well, I have this idea too!"
Chapter completed!