Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 384: Three hundred and eighty-four, time to recruit people_1

Chapter 384: Three hundred and eighty-four, time to recruit people_1

Can storytelling make the taste of buns better?

Jia He had no research on this.

However, without a doubt, good marketing can definitely make the sales of buns better.

Especially since the majority of people from this era had yet to be baptized by the overwhelming marketing strategies of later generations.

As the saying goes, thirty percent real, seventy percent fake, a complete story, and one hundred twenty percent acting.

For an ultimate swindler like Jia He, such an era was practically indistinguishable from paradise.

Of course, although the stories he made up were fake, Jia He was not so utterly heartless.

Especially compared to some unscrupulous bun shop in later generations, Jia He’s prices were pure like a little white flower.

Conscience is always a matter of comparison.

Moreover, with the blessing of the "God-Level Culinary Skills" from the System Domain, even if a genuine Imperial Chef were pulled in for a competition.

The opponent might not necessarily be able to beat him.

The reason he spun this tale for the customers present, apart from elevating the brand prestige of Qiwei Vegetarian.

Was to ensure that the customers waiting outside could buy happily.

And not have to worry about dangerously hanging themselves from a streetlight in their spare time.

The fundamental difference between marketing and fraud lies in whether one has the genuine goods in hand.

After that, things became much simpler. Jia He’s business, which was already not bad, suddenly became even more explosively popular.

A basket of buns would barely be out of the steamer before it would be snatched up immediately by the crowd that had been waiting for a long time.

Even though the price was still high, after hearing Jia He’s story, everyone’s face beamed with joy.

They felt that what they were holding in their hands wasn’t just some buns, but the rise and fall of a family’s history spanning hundreds of years.

This trip today wasn’t made in vain; now there were bragging rights to take home to the wife and kids, the neighbors, and the fellow townspeople.

Not to mention, the buns Jia He sold were indeed delicious, as well as large in size and substantial in quantity.

Just yesterday during the free tasting, one bite would instantly make a person feel their entire body.

Flood with an incredible sense of happiness. An adult’s meal could be satisfied with just one and a half buns.

If it were a child of just a few years, half a bun would be enough.

As a result, in less than two hours since opening this morning.

The forty baskets of buns he had prepared yesterday had all sold out.

And half of that time was even spent just on the steaming process.

Otherwise, he might have sold out even faster.

Now, looking at the queue that was getting longer and longer behind him, Jia He could only continue to apologize earnestly.

He indicated that all the stock for today had already sold out, and those wanting to purchase would have to come early again tomorrow.

The crowd present was momentarily dumbfounded upon hearing this.

Good grief, the shop only opened at eight in the morning, and now just after ten, it was already closing.

This business seemed excessively casual, didn’t it?

And these were lucrative transactions, with the big buns costing five bucks each.

In any other place, they’d probably wish they could open 24 hours.

How come when it’s your turn, even though people want to buy, they can’t?

You truly live up to being an Imperial Chef Successor, doing business in such a capricious way.

However, no matter how much the customers outside protested, Jia He was not prepared to indulge them anymore.

After smiling and clarifying the situation to everyone, he directly and without hesitation closed the shop door.

This time it wasn’t that he wanted to put on airs, ignore the opportunity to make money, or deliberately whet other people’s appetites.

But rather, he truly didn’t have the time.

It might still be just past ten in the morning, but he had to pick up his daughter from kindergarten at three in the afternoon.

In the few hours in between, Gu Chen still had to prepare the steamed buns for the next day.

He would make them in advance and then store them in the System Domain for backup.

He was really squeezing out this time, all by his own efforts.

If it hadn’t been for his foresight to purchase the ingredients he needed for the next few days at the market yesterday,

the little spare time he could manage would have been even less.

After some thought, Gu Chen realized that this way of working was definitely not sustainable.

He couldn’t possibly take care of everything in the shop on his own.

Not to mention his Qiwei Vegetarian was a more than hundred-square-meter street-level storefront.

He didn’t dare to open the doors to the dining area, and all the buns were sold at the entrance, with customers simply taking them away as soon as they bought them.

After all, with just him alone, he was too busy even just handling the money.

And in these times, there was no mobile payment, and probably no one would do something as pretentious as swiping a card for a few buns.

To expect Gu Chen to also attend to customers and manage dine-in services would be possible only if he knew how to clone himself.

Otherwise, it just wasn’t feasible.

Fortunately, though today was hectic, the rewards were substantial—he had sold forty baskets of steamed buns.

That brought in a thousand yuan in cash directly, plus this month’s fruit order payment settled in advance by the kindergarten.

Gu Chen now had a total of thirty-five hundred yuan in cash on him.

Outside, that might amount to half a year’s salary for someone.

Well...

For Gu Chen, who was running a business, that amount still wasn’t much.

Especially when compared to the funds he could utilize while he was in Haicheng, it was basically a drop in the ocean.

With that thought, Gu Chen put down the flour he was holding and took out a sheet of red paper and a bottle of ink from the cabinet.

He pondered with the calligraphy brush in hand and then swiftly wrote on it.

"Now hiring: Waitstaff, one position available, under 40 years old, education and gender not restricted, must be in good health.

Salary 500 yuan per month, four days off per month, meals and accommodation provided, easy work with no overtime.

Interested parties should apply in person for an interview."

After writing it, Gu Chen took a look and was quite satisfied with his calligraphy. He then took out a roll of tape.

He stuck the red paper with the job ad directly outside his shop door.

In these times, smartphones were still a concept of science fiction, and the Internet had not yet become fully ubiquitous.

So widespread advertising wasn’t an option, but fortunately, the foot traffic on his street was consistently high every day.

Gu Chen would just have to wait for applicants to come to him.

A salary of five hundred yuan was average by now and was no different from other jobs in the city.

The offer of room and board was a notable perk, and Gu Chen certainly wasn’t going to bring someone to live in his own home.

Instead, the Qiwei Vegetarian shop itself had rooms available.

Back then, commercial and residential zones weren’t as distinct as they would be in later years.

Many business owners lived directly above their shops for convenience.

Moreover, public security wasn’t as good; after dark, homeless drunks were a common sight.

Before his rebirth, surveillance cameras were everywhere. Now, they were only at some critical intersections,

and these imported goods were not only expensive but also quite large in size.

Living above one’s own shop was convenient, and of course, it was also for the sake of preventing theft.