PFC Chapter 349 We won’t sell it anymore!
Chapter 349 We won’t sell it anymore!
After a whole day, Xia Anan and Xiaoling didn't make much progress in their work.
First, use a water pipe to wash off the dirt on the surface of the sweet potatoes, and then rinse them again with a high-pressure water gun to remove most of the dirt on the sweet potatoes.
Fortunately, there are not many shops that sell this kind of mashed sweet potatoes, otherwise it would take several days to finish them all.
Xia Anan knew how hard farming was. Some people just wanted to take advantage, so she could get rid of them anyway.
It was getting dark, and when the two left, the ditch was filled with muddy water.
On the way back, Xia Anan checked the news on her phone and found that more and more brands were being exposed.
Not only does the problem of the fake being indistinguishable from the real world exist in one's own original world, but the same is true in other worlds.
Sweet potato vermicelli is not very expensive, but there are cheaper alternatives.
Now, ninety-nine out of a hundred private messages to Xia Anan are asking her to post a link to the vermicelli, saying that they are not afraid of pre-sales and just want to eat something safe.
Xia Anan could understand these things, but why did some people start talking about conspiracy theories again?
Some people think that the vermicelli incident a while ago was exposed by their own operation, and that the comment made by that netizen today was also deliberately arranged just to sell their own vermicelli.
Xia Anan: “…”
With so many businesses, is it possible for a small person like me to overthrow them?
Besides, we make vermicelli ourselves to supply snack streets and hot pot restaurants!
The products made in my own factory are not only cheap but also safe. But who could have thought that the vermicelli would suddenly collapse...
After the collapse of the vermicelli scandal, Xia Anan didn't say anything, but netizens had already spoken for her.
Xia Anan returned to the hotel and immediately wrote a statement. There is no need to say anything else, as long as netizens can understand it.
This statement reveals a message: "Our vermicelli is prepared for snack streets and shops. If you like it, you can go to the snack street to eat it."
-【Now if we want to eat something safe, we can only go to the snack street? 】
- [Okay, okay, now I am eager to open a snack street here. ]
-【Is it really not possible to sell? Why can’t it be sold? 】
-【After waiting for a whole day, you actually said you don’t want to sell it? 】
- [Luckily the snack street is near me. I will go check it out if I want to eat there. ]
-【Why not sell them? Can the snack street really use up so much? 】
- [Didn't she just show you how to wash sweet potatoes? She didn't say that the sweet potato vermicelli must be made from the sweet potatoes washed today. Be careful not to make mistakes in the future~]
Xia Anan no longer paid attention to these comments on the Internet and let them talk.
But the next day, Xia Anan and Xiaoling were stopped as soon as they arrived in the village.
Xiaoling lowered her voice and said, "An'an, why do I feel like something is not right now..."
Xia Anan nodded and sent a message to Sun Haode, asking him to bring people over.
If Xiaoling and I, two girls, got into a fight with these people, we would definitely not gain any advantage. The most important thing was to find someone else.
"Open the car window," Xia Anan stuck her head out and asked with a smile, "Village Chief Wang, what do you mean?"
The village chief sighed and said, "Boss Xia, there is something we may need to discuss."
Xia Anan looked at the group of people behind him and didn't move.
"What's going on? Everyone's here? Let's talk about it here."
"What else could it be? We don't sell sweet potatoes anymore!"
A voice sounded in the crowd. Xia Anan put away the smile on her face and looked up. It was a tall and strong young man.
Although Xia Anan came to this village on the second day, she still had some impression of it.
Among the remaining pile of muddy sweet potatoes, more than half of them belonged to his family.
"Boss Xia, this is it. Some people are unwilling to sell sweet potatoes to you. They say that the price of sweet potatoes has increased and other people's prices are much higher than yours..."
Village chief Wang looked embarrassed, and it was obvious that he didn't want to offend either side.
Wang Biao came out and said, "That's right. That was the price of sweet potatoes before. Now the price of sweet potatoes has increased. We won't sell them anymore!"
If Wang Can hadn't shown him what was happening on the Internet yesterday, he wouldn't have known that sweet potato vermicelli is so expensive online now.
It has doubled compared to previous years. If they keep these sweet potatoes and make vermicelli themselves, wouldn't they make more money than selling the sweet potatoes?
Xia Anan ignored him, looked at the village chief, and chuckled, "Village chief, you also know that this is unpredictable. Before the price of sweet potatoes increased, the price I gave you was not low.
The contract has been signed, and now the price of sweet potatoes has gone up. It doesn’t make sense for you to stop selling them.”
Now that sweet potato vermicelli has suddenly become popular, the price of sweet potatoes has also risen.
Coupled with the popularity of Wang Can’s live broadcast yesterday, many people had their own little thoughts.
Xia Anan knew that she had taken advantage of them and wanted to give them more money in the final settlement, but they were not happy at first.
"What do you think, village chief?" she asked.
The contract was signed with the village at that time. It would be fine if some villagers didn’t understand it, but it was impossible for the village chief not to understand it.
Now that so many people have not caused any commotion, the village chief is still here to suppress them.
"We farm for money, don't we? Now we don't want to sell it to you, understand?"
"That's right. Farming is not easy for us. Now the sweet potatoes are expensive, so we won't sell them!"
"I won't sell them anymore. I have a relative in Haishi who told me that roasted sweet potatoes are now worth dozens of dollars each!"
The villagers started clamoring.
Xia Anan didn't know whether they said this on purpose or really believed it.
Can the prices in Hai City be the same as those here?
Seeing that the village chief had been silent, Xia Anan spoke up: "Village chief, we have signed a contract before. I hope we can continue this cooperation. After all, the price of sweet potatoes changes every day. It may go up today and fall tomorrow. You have to think about it carefully."
"What contract! We don't care about any contract!" Wang Biao shouted.
The village chief waved his hand, signaling them to stop talking.
Indeed, the contract has been signed, and if it is breached, you will have to pay compensation.
But the price of sweet potatoes has indeed increased now, and if we still follow the previous contract, the villagers will not agree.
"Then Boss Xia, wait a moment, let's talk!"
Xia Anan nodded, "Okay, I just hope that the village chiefs will think it over carefully. My factory is not open for only one year."
Village Chief Wang called a few people aside and said, "What do you think now? Let me tell you first, if we have to pay the compensation for breach of the contract, we will all share the responsibility!"
Wang Biao held his hand and said, "Uncle! If we make vermicelli ourselves and sell it for dozens of yuan per pound, would we still worry about the penalty?"
The village chief didn't say anything. He had seen Wang Biao since he was a child. He was unreliable...