Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 254 Not Simple (Second Update)

Xiaofeng placed the new dried radish product in front of everyone, her face adorned with a faint smile, "Everyone, please have a taste."

Everyone looked at the dried radish in front of them, no one daring to be the first to reach for the chopsticks.

What would the dried radish taste like?

Would these dried radishes really find a market?

Of course, everyone was just thinking these things privately, not daring to say them out loud. After all, even the chili sauce, which they hadn’t had high hopes for, had made a place for itself in the market. As for the sales of the dried radish, they couldn’t say for sure.

"President Su, is this our new product?" Tie Bao looked at a small plate before him, eager to try.

The dried radish was coated with a layer of chili oil, a radiant red. Cut into small cubes, the layer of red oil made it look particularly appetizing.

"Yes, everyone try it and then give some suggestions. If you all think there’s nothing that needs improvement, we can start mass production." The dried radish could be sold alongside the chili sauce, something like buy the chili and get a bottle of dried radish for an extra fifty cents.

"Sis-in-law, let me taste it first," Wu Ershun picked up a piece of dried radish and threw it into his mouth, chewing.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Ershun, trying to read his expression.

"Delicious, it’s really very tasty," Ershun swallowed, "If I had a bowl of rice here, that would be perfect to go with it."

He guessed that with this dried radish, with just rice and no other dishes, one could easily finish several bowls of rice.

"The rice has arrived," speak of the devil, and the devil appears. Director Zhou brought over a basin, "I specially got this from the restaurant, those who want rice, come and get it."

"Director Zhou, what’s the occasion today, is the factory providing lunch?" Wang Genlan looked at the large basin of rice and asked with a smile.

"Yes, of course. I’m here today to share some good news with everyone. Starting next month, the factory will have a cafeteria. Those who need to eat lunch at the factory can sign up here," he had discussed this with President Su and even made a preliminary headcount of people interested in eating at the cafeteria. The cafeteria was surely viable.

"This is really great, now I won’t need to go home at noon anymore. I can just go home after work in the evening," Zhao Deyou, whose home was quite far from the factory, was clearly tired from the daily commute.

Wu Ershun didn’t care about everyone else; he had already grabbed a bowl and started serving the rice, then scooped up a spoonful of dried radish into his bowl and began devouring it.

Seeing him eat, everyone instinctively swallowed their saliva, my goodness, it was that delicious.

Simultaneously, everyone picked up a bowl and began serving themselves rice, then each scooped up a generous serving of dried radish to eat.

The dried radish wrapped in red oil, crunchy with every bite, was extremely satisfying with rice.

"President Su, how did you make this dried radish? It’s way tastier than the ones we make at home. It’s fragrant, crispy, looks oily but isn’t greasy," two words, delicious.

"The dried radish naturally has to be tasty to sell. If we don’t find it delicious ourselves, how can we expect it to sell?" Tie Bao had already polished off two bowls of rice and was preparing for a third.

Don’t just look at the bowl of dried radish; no other dishes are needed. With just this dried radish, he could eat three bowls of rice in one go.

So satisfying with rice, this is truly a miraculous dish, simple yet delicious. When you don’t feel like cooking, just buy a bottle of this dried radish, it’s irresistibly tasty.

"Isn’t there anything that needs improvement?" Xiaofeng looked at everyone enjoying their meal, her smile deepening.

It seemed everyone approved of the taste of the dried radish.

"We could make it in two versions, spicy and non-spicy. Those who like spice can buy the spicy one, and those who don’t can just have it without the chili," the country folks aren’t too picky, everyone can handle a good level of spice, fearing only a lack of chili, not an abundance of it.

People in the city are different though, they are pickier. Too much chili and they complain it’s unbearable, too little and they say it lacks flavor. Especially those who are beauty-conscious, eating too much chili, they say it ruins the complexion, having a variety of choices would just right to meet different needs.

Everyone looked forward to the manufacturing of the new product, wondering if it would be as well-loved as the chili sauce.

"I am looking for President Su. My last name is Qian," a person named Qian stated from outside the door, expressly looking for Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng was just about to step out when she heard someone was looking for her and stopped, "I am Su Xiaofeng, and you are?"

"Hello, Mr. Su," said the individual with the surname Qian upon hearing Xiaofeng’s voice. He hurried forward. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Indeed, seeing is believing. Qian had long heard that the head of Lihua Factory was a beauty, tender as a dewy flower, tempting one to pluck her.

"My surname is Qian. I run a food factory myself, but we produce products different from yours; rest assured, we are definitely not competitors."

Listening to his words, Su Xiaofeng frowned. So, she wondered what he really wanted: "Is there something you need?"

"Here’s the thing," Qian, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and clutching a briefcase, his hair neatly combed, said, "I heard you’ve taken over the city’s supermarket. Mr. Su, we are from the same county; we should cover for each other, right? How about I deliver some goods to your supermarket?"

Xiaofeng narrowed her eyes as she listened.

Currently, she was the person in charge of the city’s supermarket. Besides Tie Bao and Liu Chunming, only a few like Lin Jing knew about it. She hadn’t discussed it with anyone else.

But it didn’t rule out that it was someone Zhao Xi knew. She smiled, "So, you are Mr. Qian. Where did you get this information?"

"I had contact with Mr. Zhao before. Mr. Zhao told me. He said he’s not the boss of the supermarket anymore, you are. Mr. Su, it’s truly impressive that you are so capable at such a young age, owning such a large supermarket."

Listening to him, Xiaofeng realized he was introduced by Zhao Xi: "Let’s discuss this in my office."

She had been considering transforming the supermarket into a superstore, but there were two major problems holding her back from taking action.

One was that the concept of supermarkets was not yet popular in the country, not to mention the idea of computerized cash registers. Without computerized cash registers, the cashier work would become very complex.

Because there would be too many types of products in a supermarket, manual charging would definitely be prone to errors. Using computers would make it much easier.

But for computerized cash registers, she didn’t know where to find such computers equipped with cash register systems right away.

"Mr. Su, we run a soy sauce factory; we produce soy sauce directly. I figured I’d try selling it in your supermarket to see how it sells. Don’t worry, Mr. Su, our soy sauce is definitely guaranteed." Mr. Qian ran a soy sauce factory, and hearing that the soy sauce factory was also struggling, he was eager to find a way to keep his business from going under.

"You don’t need to talk to me about this, you can negotiate directly with Zhao Xi," she said, as the supermarket matters were recently under Zhao Xi’s control.

"Mr. Su, it’s just a word from you, so I don’t need to go to Mr. Zhao specially," Mr. Qian obviously didn’t want to contact Zhao Xi.

"What exactly did Mr. Zhao tell you?" Xiaofeng wasn’t in a rush.

"He said the supermarket is now yours, and whether my products can enter the market is up to you."

"Didn’t he mention anything else?" Xiaofeng smirked.

"No, that was all. Oh, and he mentioned that you are the head of Lihua Food Factory, that we are from the same county, and suggested I talk to you. Mr. Su, I heard that your own chili sauce sells quite well there. Wouldn’t it be great if you could let my soy sauce join your chili sauce on the shelves? Don’t worry, as long as you agree, it will certainly benefit you too. We’re all in this together; consider it helping out a friend."

Xiaofeng listened carefully, knowing Zhao Xi hadn’t mentioned anything about fees for shelf space. No, it might be that Zhao Xi was also testing her stance.

Or perhaps it was neither; this Mr. Qian could have been introduced by someone else, someone who knew both Zhao Xi and herself.

Her first thought was Dong Wei.

Dong Wei wasn’t aware that her products could enter the supermarket not only because of a call from Yao Yunnian but also because she was willing to pay for shelf space.

But this person, clearly unaware of the fee for shelf space, meaning he had never contacted Zhao Xi. What he knew must have been told by Dong Wei.

"Mr. Qian," Su Xiaofeng looked at him, her skin as pink and tender as a baby’s, she crossed her fingers together, her tone confident, "Actually, it’s quite simple for you to enter the supermarket. You just need to negotiate the price with Zhao Xi. If the price is right, Zhao Xi will naturally let your products in. If Mr. Qian and I were friends, I would certainly speak up and waive the fees you need to pay. But since Mr. Qian and I are meeting for the first time, I have no reason to help you. So, Mr. Qian, regarding the supply matter, please talk to Mr. Zhao."

Why would Dong Wei send this Mr. Qian to her at this critical juncture?

To cause some trouble in the supermarket?

Given Dong Wei’s vindictive nature, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, but she always felt that there was more to this situation than met the eye.