Overbearing Immortal Doctor
Chapter 290 - 290 290 Direct Transaction

290: Chapter 290: Direct Transaction 290: Chapter 290: Direct Transaction “If the demand is high, as long as there are enough raw materials, producing about 150 boxes a day shouldn’t be a problem!”

Currently, in the county’s various branches of Huarong Supermarket, they can sell around 20 boxes of shiitake mushroom sauce each day.

The order I took the other day totals a daily demand of around 50 to 60 boxes.

Adding the demand from the town, even producing over 100 boxes a day is more than enough.

However, to prevent a sudden surge in demand, it’s better to produce a bit more.

After all, there is storage space in the factory.

Storing the shiitake mushroom sauce doesn’t require temperature control; just stacking it is fine and doesn’t cost much.

It’s definitely better than not being able to keep up with future demand and losing business!

“In that case, you guys should produce more from now on.

But don’t work too hard, just go at your own pace!” Wu Xiaoyu said.

Li Yujia shot him a slightly annoyed glance and said, “You’re really good at being a hands-off boss, aren’t you?”

“I have such a capable wife to assist me, don’t I?” Wu Xiaoyu responded without thinking.

Li Yujia blushed at his words, raising her small fist and giving him a hard punch.

After Wu Xiaoyu received orders from the restaurant owners at Super Delicious, they kept urging him to deliver the goods, afraid that he might back out.

To be honest, Wu Xiaoyu was more anxious than anyone else because delivering the goods a day earlier meant he could start making money from them a day earlier.

But delivering goods takes time, doesn’t it?

Besides, it’s the first time delivering, so Wu Xiaoyu had to be there, right?

After arranging for Li Yujia to increase the production, Wu Xiaoyu was bombarded by those restaurant owners again.

He repeatedly assured them that delivery would start tomorrow to finally get rid of them.

Seeing that Li Yujia was constantly getting phone calls from customers urging him to deliver quickly, Li Yujia hurried off to arrange production.

Once Li Yujia escaped, Wu Xiaoyu put away his unhealthy thoughts and called Mr.

Huang at Huarong Supermarket, asking him to have one of the supermarket’s truck drivers help deliver goods for a day.

Usually, the supermarket prohibits using its resources to help with personal deliveries like this.

Especially since Wu Xiaoyu bypassed the supermarket and directly dealt with the restaurants that had high demand for the shiitake mushroom sauce.

This, to some extent, deprived the supermarket of profits.

As the general manager of Huarong Supermarket, Mr.

Huang should have outright refused.

However, since Wu Xiaoyu was a good friend of Bai Yun, and even Bai Kainan had personally called to ask for help, how could he refuse?

Reluctantly, Mr.

Huang agreed to Wu Xiaoyu’s request and asked the driver going to Longhe Town to help deliver goods for a day.

Although Wu Xiaoyu was born and raised in a village and hadn’t dealt with many business people, he knew that what he was doing might be a bit too much.

After repeatedly thanking Mr.

Huang, he couldn’t help but think about buying a car.

Even though the mountain roads were tough, buying a sturdy small truck shouldn’t be a problem.

Wu Xiaoyu took out his notebook where he recorded the orders, went through each customer’s demand and address carefully, and then went to the production workshop to instruct his cousin to prepare the goods for the next day.

Around nine in the morning the next day, the truck Wu Xiaoyu had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived at Daxin Village after a bumpy ride.

Villagers lounging around the village entrance grew excited as they saw a small truck entering the village and followed it.

Thus, quite a few villagers gathered at the entrance of the Shiitake Mushroom Sauce Factory to watch, while Wu Xiaoyu was busy arranging the loading and couldn’t be bothered with them.

Watching as Wu Xiaoyu and his team loaded box after box of shiitake mushroom sauce onto the truck, the villagers marveled, “My goodness!

How many boxes are there?

Why haven’t they finished loading yet?”

Someone else responded, “There must be at least dozens of boxes.

Even if you earn 100 bucks per box, that’s thousands of dollars!”

A woman from the crowd sneered at this, “A hundred?

I heard each box of shiitake mushroom sauce can net a few hundred bucks!

With these dozens of boxes, he could be earning ten thousand or eight thousand!”

The woman’s words set off a wave of astonishment, and the villagers’ eyes gleamed as they stared at the boxes of sauce, exclaiming, “Is this stuff really worth that much?

Why didn’t anyone do this before?”

Someone else sighed, “Apart from Wu Xiaoyu, who else in Daxin Village could afford to build such a big factory?”

Amid the villagers’ discussions and envy, Wu Xiaoyu finished loading the goods, got into the driver’s seat, and signaled the driver to start the journey.

As soon as the truck started, it stirred up clouds of dust, creating a sandstorm-like scene.

Children chased after the truck, pretending to be various heroes as they played wildly.

The truck driver sighed at the sight, “This is really dangerous!

What if there was a sudden stop?

These kids could hit the truck!

Why don’t the parents control them?”

Wu Xiaoyu looked at the kids playing through the rearview mirror, feeling a mix of emotions.

They were just too curious.

For kids in the towns, seeing a vehicle is very common.

They’re even tired of the hustle and bustle.

But kids in Daxin Village might not see a vehicle for months, unless their parents take them to the town to see these iron giants.

On the way, Wu Xiaoyu asked the experienced driver a lot about small pickup trucks.

The driver, seeing Wu Xiaoyu’s polite demeanor, happily chatted with him.

As they talked, they arrived at the county.

The driver first unloaded goods at a few Huarong Supermarket branches before delivering to the restaurants under Wu Xiaoyu’s direction.

The restaurant owners, seeing Wu Xiaoyu personally delivering, hurriedly invited him for a meal, but he still had many deliveries to make and couldn’t stay for dinner.

After delivering to dozens of restaurants, it was already past one o’clock.

Wu Xiaoyu bought a pack of cigarettes for the driver and quickly got off, looking for a place to eat.

Although his relationship with Zhou Dong was very close, constantly eating at Super Delicious didn’t seem appropriate.

Wu Xiaoyu found a small restaurant and ordered a few home-cooked dishes, eating with great pleasure.

Just as he finished eating and was about to pay the bill, over a dozen beggars approached from a distance, shouting to the owner, “Boss, bring over some food quickly!”

Seeing a group of ragged beggars, the owner initially thought of giving them some leftover food but got angry at their rude demeanor.

“No way!

Go beg somewhere else, don’t disrupt my business!” the owner snapped.

The lead beggar, offended by the owner’s refusal, got angry and yelled, “Kid, know who I am?

I’m Brother Bin!”

The dozen or so beggars behind him chimed in, “Know Brother Bin?

He runs the show at Supreme KTV!

Speak properly to him!”

Wu Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the restaurant, was taken aback when he heard the beggar leader call himself Brother Bin, thinking it was just a coincidence.

But when he heard the minions say he used to work at Supreme KTV, he was stunned.

How did Brother Bin become a beggar?

Although he wasn’t a bigshot, he was still somebody.

How did he end up like this?

Wu Xiaoyu quickly stood up, walked over, looked closely at Brother Bin, and asked, “Are you really Bin?”