Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 379 - 380: My Surname Is Zhang, As in Arrogant Zhang
"Boss, I have here a handmade beef ball. Why don’t you give it a try, and then we can discuss the possibility of cooperation?"
"No, no, we don’t sell beef balls here."
"It’s okay if you don’t sell them. How about I cook some for you to taste? You’ve always supported my takeaway service, so let me treat you to some delicious beef balls."
"No, no, don’t disturb me while I’m doing business."
"You’re definitely afraid that once you taste it, you won’t be able to resist buying."
Zhang Jun had already started pitching his beef balls.
Selling like this directly using products is the most thankless task in sales.
Zhang Jun had been honing his craft for years, mastering many techniques, but with these beef balls, he didn’t bother using any of those skills.
That would be a blatant insult to these beef balls!
Only when a product has some issues or lacks competitiveness do you need those techniques to break the ice.
With these beef balls handmade by Boss Wang, all you need to do is get these bosses to taste one, and the deal is as good as done.
No one can refuse Boss Wang’s culinary delights—it’s just that confidence.
If these owners truly don’t recognize the quality, he wouldn’t mind pulling a major move and setting up shop himself.
Once Boss Wang’s brand is out, profits are guaranteed to come rolling in.
But that would require a significant investment, and the food business needs at least 200,000 to 300,000 as initial investment.
Unlike logistics and sales, once conditions are agreed upon, hiring a vehicle only costs a little money.
When business gets better, he can establish his own fleet and even expand into other logistics fields.
Grow big, become strong, and achieve greater success!
"Hey, what exactly are you trying to do? I’m just selling some pilaf, and you keep pitching beef balls to me—what’s the deal?"
The boss was quite exasperated with Zhang Jun’s persistence.
Zhang Jun chuckled: "Brother Tiemu, let me tell you, I wouldn’t be coming to you if I didn’t know you’re a serious businessman. I’m just afraid of ruining someone’s brand. Trust me, if you sell these beef balls with your pilaf, your business is guaranteed to multiply."
The first few stores he chose were the most genuine among those he’d dealt with. Delivering takeout made him familiar with each store’s condition, their ingredients, and hygiene standards.
He certainly didn’t want any distributor he found to tarnish Boss Wang’s reputation.
Uncle Tiemu, feeling helpless, said: "Alright, alright, I’m really afraid of you now. But if it doesn’t taste good after cooking, you’d better be ready for me to scold you."
Zhang Jun patted his chest: "You can not only scold me, but you can also hit me, and I’ll take it!"
Uncle Tiemu, not too kindly, asked: "How do I cook it?"
Zhang Jun chuckled: "It’s simple. Place water in the pot, and once it boils, put in the beef balls and cook them for 5 minutes. Then they’re ready to eat."
"Is it really that simple?"
Uncle Tiemu looked at Zhang Jun suspiciously: "You’re not adding some extra ingredients, are you?"
Zhang Jun almost spurted out an old blood, quickly denying: "Uncle Tiemu, don’t say such things! I’m upright and honest, don’t wrong a good person!"
In Huaxia, everything is negotiable, but if you’re associated with that kind of stuff, you’re not considered a person.
The water in the pot soon boiled. Zhang Jun took out the slightly cold beef balls from his bag, which were vacuum-packed, and put them directly into the pot once opened.
This wasn’t the stage for external sales yet, so these beef balls didn’t have a production date or shelf life. Once the supply and demand relationship is determined, those things would be added.
Uncle Tiemu looked at the beef balls in confusion. To him, they didn’t look any different from hot pot balls. These little things were just boiled in plain water—how good could they taste?
Soon, the beef balls began to emit an aroma. Uncle Tiemu, who had been dealing with beef and mutton all his life, knew just by smell what kind of beef and from where it came from.
"Simmental cattle, from the Aksu Region, right? The meat smells very fragrant, and the meat used is very fresh."
He took another careful sniff and found there was nothing apart from the beef scent, as if no seasoning had been used.
Five minutes passed quickly, and Zhang Jun pointed at the beef balls: "Uncle Tiemu, have a taste."
Uncle Tiemu picked up a ball and smelled it under his nose. Indeed, it only had the scent of beef, leading him to hesitantly take a bite.
"Sii..."
A mature beef ball, full of flavor, didn’t lose its punch just because it wasn’t cooked by Wang Fan.
Streams of delicious juices burst out, leaving Uncle Tiemu utterly gobsmacked.
The bouncy and juicy beef ball compelled him to take another bite, feeling as if a small bomb exploded in his mouth, with him mentally imagining a loud "peng".
The delicious sweet juice burst in his mouth, and the fresh, tender beef forced him voluntarily to chew again and again. The pure meat aroma and the perfect hint of salt made Uncle Tiemu instantly fall in love with this taste.
Seeing Uncle Tiemu obviously engulfed by the allure of this food, Zhang Jun chuckled: "Uncle Tiemu, how about my beef ball?"
Uncle Tiemu, snapping out of his reverie, licked his lips and grabbed Zhang Jun’s arm: "Where did you get this top-notch stuff? How much is it?"
After introducing the beef ball to Uncle Tiemu, Zhang Jun said: "As for the price, it’s not set yet. I’ll first finalize a collaboration with you and then confirm the price and supply amount with the supplier. But it shouldn’t be too expensive. I estimate about 2 yuan per ball. You could sell them 6 in a portion for 20 yuan and make a hefty profit."
His purchase price was definitely not that, but transportation and other costs need covering. He also needed to earn a bit, leading to that price.
And although 2 yuan per beef ball seems pricey, Zhang Jun felt it wasn’t expensive at all. Generally, a pound of beef could make about 30 beef balls, with good beef costing more than 30 yuan per pound, making the meat cost about 1 yuan per ball alone.
Yet, this is the general price, and once it becomes an industry-scale production, raw material prices can be negotiated, and cost naturally reduces.
Although prices at the meat plant may drop, overall sales will rise, improving circulation, which is beneficial for them. Cattle-raising farmers also increase sales—a win-win cycle.
Uncle Tiemu, savoring the remaining delicious beef taste, acknowledged the price wasn’t expensive at all.
"Alright, how many beef balls do you have?"
Zhang Jun grinned, everything was going according to plan: "Now I’m just confirming a collaboration intention with you. I have a few more places to visit. After that, I’ll finalize the shares with you. But initially, there won’t be too many. These beef balls are best when fresh. Better to sell out than have leftovers—it must be restocked daily." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Zhang Jun’s demeanor was full of confidence toward the beef balls.
There was no choice. With such a firmly reliable product in hand, he indeed had the capital to be arrogant!
