"Alright! You said it yourself, no one forced you."
Jiang Tao agreed straightforwardly.
"Jiang Tao, you... hahaha..."
Du Enan was amused by Jiang Taoâs stinginess.
Xu Li, standing nearby, quickly covered her face, pretending not to know him.
In the end, it was still Xu Li who paid the bill, as the shopping card Jiang Tao had drawn, valued at 4,999, wasnât used up yet.
By the time the three of them got home, it was already past 6 PM, and father, mother, and Third Brother had already returned from work.
Jiang Xue didnât go to Jiang Yiâs place for tutoring and happened to be at home today.
After a few greetings, Xu Li and mom went to the kitchen to wash vegetables and prepare for dinner.
Du Enan was dragged by Jiang Xue to her little room to see her plush toy kingdom.
Jiang Bing was clamoring for dessert and volunteered to take Jiang Taoâs car key to go out and buy a cake.
Only Jiang Tao and Mr. Jiang, who wore a smile, were left in the living room.
"Dad, do you have some good news to tell me?"
Seeing the look of anticipation on his fatherâs face, Jiang Tao smiled and asked.
"Son, guess how much our stall made in sales today?"
Jiang Wen raised an eyebrow, his face showing a hint of excitement.
"Ten thousand?"
Jiang Tao casually guessed a number.
If the sales could maintain ten thousand a day, the total for a month would be around three hundred thousand.
Achieving this kind of turnover at the start of business wasnât bad at all.
Jiang Wen smiled and said, "Lower."
"Lower? Twenty thousand?"
Jiang Tao boldly increased the guess by ten thousand.
"Still lower."
"Thirty thousand?"
Jiang Taoâs face showed signs of surprise.
Today marked the first day that Jiangâs Eight Treasure Pickles went on sale, and sales unexpectedly exceeded twenty thousand.
The initial promotion for Jiangâs Eight Treasure Pickles wasnât non-existent, but it was limited.
They just handed out some samples, not costing much.
Reaching this current level of success exceeded Jiang Taoâs expectations.
"Thirty thousand is a bit much; it was actually 27,800."
Old Jiang, unable to contain his anticipation as Jiang Tao kept guessing, decided to reveal the answer himself.
"27,800? Not bad, not bad. If we can maintain this level of sales, making a million in a month wonât be a problem."
Jiang Tao was quite pleased with the first dayâs results of Jiangâs Eight Treasure Pickles going on sale.
Though much of the success was due to the heavy promotional activities upon opening, this start was still commendable.
For a new company that hasnât been established for a month to generate sales hitting hundreds of thousands or even a million is quite rare.
"Making nearly thirty thousand in just one day, the business is booming; I never dared to dream of this before!"
Reminiscing about the bustling scene with waves of customers at the store today, Old Jiang couldnât help but express his admiration.
Last year, working odd jobs at home with a contractor, after paying for food and various living expenses, he saved up about thirty thousand yuan in total!
Now, the storeâs one-day performance is almost matching the hard-earned money he made after a year of toil last year!
What a drastic difference!
"This is just the beginning; the sales will only keep increasing in the future."
Jiang Taoâs smile was calm and confident.
"Oh right, Dad, I found you and Mom two assistants; they should be here in the next few days. Then you both can have some leisure."
"Oh? You hired someone?"
Jiang Wen looked at his son out of curiosity; honestly speaking, he also felt the factory could use a few more hands.
He and Nanny Jiang were running between the food factory and the vegetable market daily, feeling stretched thin.
Jiang Tao nodded: "Yes, I asked Jiang Jiaqiâs parents to come over."
"Itâs Jianjun and Wenyan! Theyâre diligent in their work and honest. Good choice."
Jiang Wen nodded; he greatly appreciated Jiang Jiaqiâs parentsâ character and had no objection to them being recruited into the factory.
After discussing the hiring, father and son continued to talk and dream about the prospects of Jiangâs Eight Treasure Pickles.
In the future, Jiangâs Food Factory needs to keep hiring more people.
Mr. Jiangâs idea was to prioritize hiring from within the Old Jiang Family clan whenever possible.
By prospering together with the clan, Jiang Taoâs family branch would also gain more prestige in the village.
Plus, with clan members, theyâre familiar and trustworthy in their work.
Salaries at Jiangâs Food Factory might not be much in a big city like Beijing,
but for the villagers down at the Jiang Family Manor, they were absolutely rare and good jobs.
It didnât matter much to Jiang Tao, as Jiangâs Food Factory, to him, was just an ancillary business done for fun.
Since Mr. Jiang had brought it up, Jiang Tao gave him the face to do as he wished; he could play it however he liked!
With Brother Tongziâs optimized Eight Treasure Pickles recipe,
and the two secret weaponsâDelicious Pickle Jar and Delicious Barbecue Sauce,
as long as they donât deliberately mess things up, Jiangâs Food Factory was bound to have a prosperous future!
While they were chatting away, Tian Xiaomei and Xu Li had finished processing all the ingredients, starting to bring dishes onto the table one by one.
Seeing this, Jiang Wen got up to help.
Ring-ring-ringâ
Just as Jiang Tao was about to get up, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
Taking a look at the phone, the caller ID displayed "Third Brother."
"Third Brother, did you drive back to the hometown to buy the cake? Youâve been gone for so long and havenât returned yet."
As soon as the call connected, Jiang Tao casually complained.
By then, nearly an hour had passed since Third Brother went out to buy the cake.
"Second Brother, I, I, I got into a car accident, hurry over."