Zhang Yiming's voice was hoarse and rough. Although he shouted at the top of his throat, his voice was not so harsh, but it was uploaded far away in the early morning with few people.

At first, no one was willing to come forward to taste it.

Although yes, everyone is still very cautious about the entrance.

"Dear neighbors, my mother used to set up a stall here to sell pies. She has sold them for seven or eight years. I believe everyone should have eaten them. Now, my mother has developed two new breakfasts, which are simple and convenient, and are particularly nutritious. Let everyone taste the taste first and give more suggestions. Thank you everyone!"

Seeing that there were about a dozen people gathered around him, Zhang Yiming started selling.

"What's this? What's the sticky thing on it?"

An aunt holding a vegetable basket pointed to the tomato sauce on the cake and asked.

"Auntie, this is tomato sauce. Oh, it's the sauce that is chopped with tomatoes and sugar and boiled with oil. It's sweet and sour, sour, taste it."

Zhang Yiming handed the plate to the aunt, but the aunt hesitated and did not take action.

Fan Lingling, who was standing next to the tricycle, felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing her son working hard to promote, she felt that her son was not capable enough, which made her son worry about her.

"This thing looks good, there are dishes and sausages, I'll try it."

Zhang Yiming couldn't help but look at the person coming over, who was 27 or 28 years old, with a middle-part hairstyle, long face, and obvious yellow eyes. He was wearing a jeans, jeans under his feet, and a pair of pointed leather shoes under his feet, which didn't look like a serious person.

"Uncle Da Kun, when did you come back?"

Zhang Yiming looked at the person coming, raised his lips and smiled sincerely.

The person in front of me was Song Zhenkun, who was Dong Daniel's son. At the age of 18, he followed Dong Daniel's distant nephew to work in Zhuhai. He seemed to be buying some construction materials and rarely came back. However, when he was a child, Zhang Yiming especially liked this neighbor, who was ten years older than him.

"I just arrived home yesterday. Sister-in-law, did you do this?"

Song Zhenkun said as he picked up a piece of hand-grabbing cake and greeted Fan Lingling while chewing it.

"Yes, brother Zhenkun, I haven't seen each other for several years."

Fan Lingling's expression was faint, far less happy than Zhang Yiming. In Zhang Yiming's eyes, Song Zhenkun is a very special existence, a lone hero with personality, ideas, pursuits, and no concern for others' eyes. However, in the traditional eyes of elders such as Fan Lingling, Song Zhenkun's actions are all inappropriate.

"It's so delicious, old and young men, this thing tastes really good. Don't stand up, it's not expensive to taste. If it's delicious, you can give it a money. If it's not delicious, don't force you to promote it. Come, try it, try it."

Song Zhenkun brought the plate from Zhang Yiming's hand, and regardless of whether Zhang Yiming and Fan Lingling agreed or not, he became a volunteer promoter on his own.

Fan Lingling frowned slightly, and her already a little depressed mood became even more depressed.

"Oh, this tastes really good, what's this called?"

An old man in Zhongshan suit spoke first.

"Uncle, this is called hand-catch cakes. This is egg-filled cakes. They are all 80 cents per one, one yuan and five or two."

“It’s too expensive.”

The old man was originally a little interested, but when he heard the price, he immediately shook his head.

"Uncle, this is not expensive. Do you always know what the stuff is in it? It is ham sausage. It is also called sandwich ham abroad. It is made of flesh and meat, nutritious, and eggs are all good things that are useful to the body. Yes, and vegetables. What is this called? It is a combination of meat and vegetables. You can eat it directly when you get home, which saves more trouble."

Zhang Yiming didn't expect that Song Zhenkun's mouth was so straightforward that the old man was stunned. In the end, he bought a hand-catch cake and an egg-filled cake, becoming Fan Lingling's first customer.

There were one and two. Soon, the people who were watching before began to buy one after another. In the morning, the cake prepared by Fan Lingling was almost digested, and a smile finally appeared on Fan Lingling's face.

"Uncle Da Kun, it's really thanks to you today!"

Zhang Yiming said sincerely.

He admitted that his level may be pretty good in business, but in terms of his words, he was really willing to give up the disadvantage in front of Song Zhenkun.

"You Uncle Da Kun is a man who has traveled south and north. This is not the first time you have seen this kind of thing. In addition, the cakes you make are so delicious, otherwise I will be useless even if I say it's blooming."

Song Zhenkun habitually used his hand to thrust his sea and said carelessly.

"But Uncle Da Kun still has to give you a suggestion. Sister-in-law, don't be too careful. I just think that the price of your cake is really not low, but since the price has been set, you can't change it easily. I think you can give away some soy milk, milk, etc. The milk may be a bit expensive, and giving some soy milk should not be a big problem. This will not make the price too high, but it will allow people who buy cakes to eat and drink, so they will definitely not have to worry about selling it!"

Zhang Yiming couldn't help but look at Song Zhenkun. This young uncle really said that to him. In fact, he had thought so long ago, but he had not had time to implement it. After all, today is a test. Since the market reaction is OK, he can discuss this with his mother when he goes home.

"Uncle Da Kun, you are right, it's worth it. I have admired you since I was a child."

Zhang Yiming remembers that Song Zhenkun seemed to be doing well. In the two years when real estate just rose, he borrowed money and loans to deposit several houses. The most profitable one was not the retro second-story building in Sifang City, but a house in Shengjing. It is said that it cost less than 3,000 yuan per square meter to buy Siheyuan, and more than 140 square meter. Fifteen years later, the price of that house rose to 60,000 yuan per square meter, an increase of 2,000%. The facts also proved a truth. Sometimes, those children who looked at being well-behaved and obedient since childhood could really survive in the future like Song Zhenkun.

"You guy, you're so slick. OK, I have something to do. Let's go first. Sister-in-law, see you back!"

"Take two cakes and eat them, hey..."

Fan Lingling baked two hand-grabbing pancakes and wanted Song Zhenkun to take them away, but saw that Song Zhenkun had left, waved his hands to the mother and son, his hair drifted in the morning breeze, and slowly disappeared at the end of the alley in the sun.

Zhang Yiming suddenly remembered a person, a rock singer who swept the whole country with just one song. He was also a bohemian and a restless person. At this time, he should still be in college. He would never have thought that one day in the future, he would become a rock star.

Just like Song Zhenkun at this time, he never thought that in decades, he would become a wealthy billionaire.

Before nine o'clock, the prepared materials were sold out. When she pushed the tricycle back, Fan Lingling couldn't help but smile on her face.

In the past, she only sold a piece of cake for 30 cents, and she also had to go through a series of procedures such as buying vegetables, choosing vegetables, and fillings. But now, she only needs a very simple operation. Each cake can be sold for 80 cents. Although the cost is a little more than before, overall, it is far beyond her expectations.

When she got home, Fan Lingling told Qin Fang about what happened this morning. Qin Fang was also filled with joy and laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.
Chapter completed!