Wang Fan is soone who really hates trouble.
No matter how troubleso it is when making food, he never minds, but dealing with supply and production issues, even if they are simple, he finds troubleso.
Mainly because he doesn’t want to rely on this to make money, even though it might potentially earn a lot.
To reduce the hassle, he directly let Mr. Zhuo take full responsibility, while he provided technical support, leaving everything else to Mr. Zhuo’s decision.
Mr. Zhuo, the town leader, and Zhang Jun watched Wang Fan leave in a carefree manner, left with no choice but to look at each other helplessly.
Anyway, after a final discussion among the three parties, they clarified each other’s roles.
Wang Fan’s beef ball brand must be considered his and only his, but Wang Fan authorized the town to form an industry without charging any fees, due to his personal wishes. However, Wang Fan retains supervisory rights. If it is confird that there is any falsification in the production of beef balls, he has the right to reclaim the brand.
The town is responsible for recruiting people to learn from Wang Fan how to make them, Mr. Zhuo takes care of providing beef and fresh shrimp as raw materials and supervising the production of beef balls. Zhang Jun is responsible for logistics and sales, with the town also overseeing the entire process.
Such matters can’t fully involve the town. If they do, it can’t be considered a private enterprise, as there are too many constraints, and various bidding issues beco even more troubleso.
With this division of labor, it’s private enterprise to private enterprise.
And when these kids really grow up, they can independently apply for a license from the town to beco entirely new entities, as long as they et the town’s standards, they can keep going.
This model is different from the Chaoshan beef balls but sowhat resembles the Spanish ham model.
As for the profit distribution, Wang Fan listened but didn’t really pay attention.
Mr. Zhuo also realized that this kid really doesn’t care about these things. Rather than focusing on this, he’s more interested in saying he sold over 4,000 pounds of shrimp today.
The tourists who ca bought and packed food to the extent that each consud over 5 pounds on average. So local restaurants, seeing the good response, also bought so, bringing his sales to a new height.
Now there’s no worry about a sales crisis; he even doubts if he might not have enough shrimp to sell, especially after the finalization of the stuffed beef ball deal.
"Oh, right, the town’s publicity office said they wanted to thank you for your help with our tourism industry and have prepared two Altai castrated rams for you, one and a half years old. They asked when you’d want them. I didn’t know what you think, so I said I’d ask you."
The town’s leaders are all shrewd. Just one ssage from Wang Fan brought in an influx of hundreds of tourists. It might not seem like much, but it’s like the idea that a small leak can sink a great ship; as long as they are well-received, there’s potential for creating a trend.
As a key factor, they naturally want to maintain a good relationship with Wang Fan.
When Wang Fan heard Mr. Zhuo, he was indeed a bit tempted. If you offered him money, he wouldn’t care, but the thought of a one-and-a-half-year-old Altai castrated ram really piqued his interest.
If ingredients were ranked like in novels, Altai rams would definitely be on the list.
Imagine it: at an altitude of 500 to 3,000 ters, endless natural grasslands, with a wide variety of plant species like Leymus, Potentilla, geraniums, Poa, Stipa, Russian thistle, Atriplex, Artemisia rupestris, ephedra, and other drought-tolerant and salt-tolerant vegetation, along with valuable dicinal plants and fungi like dangshen, danggui, mushrooms, black fungus, fritillaria, and ephedra.
Drinking from the lting snow water of the Altai Mountains and mountain streams.
Regular grazing tis make these sheep disciplined lambs, and after a winter of fattening, they experience a spring and sumr of carefree running on pastures.
Tender muscle, it has; thick fat, it has; rich aty aroma, it has; a distinctive mutton sll, it has but very little, the more prominent scent is that of dicinal herbs.
You could say, everything you want in a specially roasted whole lamb, this Altai ram has it all!
"Do you think I should take it?"
Wang Fan was quite tempted, but he still asked Mr. Zhuo for his opinion.
Mr. Zhuo pondered for a mont and said, "It’s okay whether you want it or not; this is a reward from the town, and no one would criticize you for it. If you want it, take it; if not, don’t."
Wang Fan smiled, "Then I’ll take it."
Mr. Zhuo said seriously, "You should think about it clearly. You know the saying, ’Accepting favors puts you in a bind,’ right?"
Wang Fan replied, "No problem, don’t we have the tradition of bonfire parties here? I actually want to cook a good al for those kids. Why not host a bonfire party and have the publicity office co over to collect so material for promotional purposes?"
Mr. Zhuo was surprised, "Didn’t expect you to understand this much? But organizing that is tiring, can you handle it?"
Mr. Zhuo was really not expecting Wang Fan to say such things, which basically echoed what the publicity folks had in mind.
He was quite conflicted himself. Promoting their hotown is undoubtedly a good thing, but he was also worried about overworking Wang Fan, since it wasn’t easy cooking all day at the farm.
Wang Fan understood this quite simply because when he was in Mount Tai, Kong Weide often talked to him about these matters; the comprehensive quality of civil servants in Lu Dong is top-notch globally.
Wang Fan, having been exposed to it, naturally had so understanding.
Wang Fan confird, "No problem, I can handle it physically. You can go ahead and agree with the town. Besides, this place is practically like my second hotown, so helping with promotion is certainly fitting."
After saying this, he quickly added, "Uncle, you stay here, I’ll go review the dishes I need to make tomorrow."
Then he stood up and strode out of the room.
"Just do what’s there and don’t overwork yourself..."
Hearing Wang Fan’s words, Mr. Zhuo quickly said, but right after speaking, he sensed sothing was off.
"Second hotown? You’re a kid from the Northeast, how does Great Border beco your second hotown?"
"What the heck? You cheeky brat, stop right there! I haven’t agreed yet!"
Realizing it, Mr. Zhuo got furious and stood up to chase after Wang Fan.
This cheeky brat had the audacity to say such things right in front of him?!
This was intolerable, he had to deal with this wild boar eyeing his precious cabbage today!
Zhuo Qianqian and Mrs. Zhuo looked at the two going back and forth, utterly bewildered by the scene’s incongruity.
Even with Zhuo Qianqian’s intelligence, she couldn’t imagine what had transpired between the two.
"Mom, what’s going on with them?"
Mrs. Zhuo, both amused and exasperated watching Mr. Zhuo chasing Wang Fan, replied, "How do I know what’s happening? Nearly forty years old and still acting like a kid. Never mind them, let them fuss if they want to."
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