MTL - The Era of Hard Work-Chapter 67 Conformity effect (seek collection! Seek recommendation ticket)

  Chapter 67 Conformity Effect (please collect! Please recommend ticket)

  When the stall was closed, Lu Dong was still thinking about this question, how can people be curious and arouse people's desire to buy?

   Free trial? He thought about it carefully and felt that it was not possible.

  Free food is always the best. If you eat free food and then pay for it, the person's psychology will change.

   It may not taste good how you eat it.

   Lu Dong simply asked Qiao Weiguo: "Weiguo, you want to buy something to eat, but you have never eaten it before. If you buy it, what will be your judgment?"

  Qiao Weiguo touched his bald head, thought for a while, and then said, "Listen to what others say, there are...more sales."

   Lu Dong has some ideas, but he has to take into account the personal feelings of people in this era, listen to what he has to say, maybe you can give it a try.

   A total of 800 yuan was sold today, most of which were daily necessities. Lu Dong’s side only had more than 60 yuan.

  Looking at the recent trend, the daily necessities business may be stable at this number.

   Qiao Weiguo alone is enough.

   Lu Dong was pulling the goods back, thinking about it on the way.

  What psychology do most people have when they buy things? Lu Dong thought of some tricks commonly used by cake sellers.

   Also engaged in real estate marketing.

  Lv Dong once worked as a house slave, and he was very impressed. No matter which sales office he went to, there were always only two or three houses left. No matter how remote the community was, the opening of the house was always full of people.

   is simple and effective.

   In this era, it seems that not many people use it.

   Lu Dong pulled the trucks back to the orchard one after another, one truck continued to load, and the other was carefully cleaned.

   Hygiene affects many people's choices.

  I found transparent plastic paper and white elastic band bought from Quannan, and made a few more masks that looked like that.

  Hu Chunlan has marinated the new meat. It doesn't take much time. The meat is cut into large pieces and slowly marinated on the honeycomb stove. Just check it from time to time.

   "How is it?" Hu Chunlan asked.

   Lu Dong shook his head: "The first day was not very good, there are still a lot of 100 biscuits left."

  The meat was cool and put in the refrigerator, and the utensils were washed clean. Lu Dong went to the village to find Lu Kun before it was too late.

   It happened that he was watching TV at home alone.

   "Brother Dong, what's the matter?" After fighting the flood, Lu Kun suddenly stabilized a lot: "Just say it."

  Lu Dong thought about it and said, "I have a small business in the university town, and I need to build momentum. You can help me find some people. If you are willing to go, I will take care of the meals and give you a folding fan."

   "Is there such a good thing?" Lu Kun was surprised.

   Lu Dong said again: "My brother, can I coax you?"

  Lu Kun quickly smiled and said, "Brother Dong, I didn't mean that." He asked, "How many people are needed, and how many days?"

  Lu Dong thought about it: "The more people, the better. It will take three or four days, or maybe longer, depending on the effect."

   Lu Kun asked, "When will it start?"

   "Tomorrow at noon." Lu Dong thought that the sooner the better: "I'll tell you what to do..."

   He said it in detail, but it was not difficult, Lu Kun understood it once.

   "Can you still do this?" Lu Kun scratched his head: "So I can still do this business."

   He smiled: "I mobilized my classmates and friends, as well as those in the village who have nothing to do after school. They will be happy to have free meals and things to take."

   Lu Dong said again: "If you can find someone, go directly to the university town to gather tomorrow, I'm at the central intersection, you come alone when you find me."

   Lu Kun is not stupid: "I understand, I understand."

   Lu Dong originally wanted to go to Li Lin, but after thinking about it, Li Lin and Lu Kun were about the same age, they were classmates, and their social circles overlapped, so they didn't go.

   He went to Lao Li, who made sesame cakes in the village, and made an appointment to send 200 sesame cakes to the university town at 11:30 tomorrow.

   200 biscuits are big business for Lao Li, and he is willing to make a special trip.

   Lu Dong found a few more people in the old street, mobilized the surrounding people to help, and went to the university town to find Lu Kun when he was willing.

   It was too late, and after another day's work, Lu Dong didn't bother an old man like Seventh Uncle.

   Early the next morning, Lv Dong came to the university town and told Qiao Weiguo that he was optimistic about the booth.

   Lu Jianren met Li Jiazhu before he arrived.

Lu Dong said it roughly, and Li Jiazhu said: "Don't worry, I'll leave this to me, I'll pull someone over for you, there are young guys on the construction site, they live in prefabricated houses and eat in the cafeteria, and they have free food, so they will definitely be willing to queue. "

   "Excuse me, Uncle Li." Lu Dong said.

   Li Jiazhu raised his face: "You still tell me these foreign words?" He added: "One point, after work at six o'clock."

  In the evening, there are more people coming out of the school than at noon. Lu Dong left money for Li Jiazhu first, and responded: "Okay."

   It takes time for the business district to form here. Even the stalls can be counted on one hand. There are very few people coming out of the nearby school in the morning, and the intersection is quite deserted.

  Qiao Weiguo picked up a dry brick from somewhere, and put half of it on the curb, and half of it stuck out, with one hand dangling on it.

  I was idle and bored, and was practicing.

   After working hard for a long time, Qiao Weiguo slapped him down, and the red head turned and snapped.

   Lu Dong glanced at it, is this a huge increase in skill?

   One morning, only a dozen people came to buy things, and they sold them for less than 200 yuan.

   Near noon, the melon seeds seller, the tape seller, and Lao Zhao's father came one after another.

  Lao Li, who was making sesame cakes in the village, sauntered over on a bicycle and brought 200 sesame cakes.

   In the same village, Lu Dong did not owe money, and settled the bill directly with him.

   Lao Li happily hummed a little song and went back.

   Lu Kun came over at this moment, shook his head every step of the way, and acted like an underground joint, and cautiously got on the curb.

   "How is it?" Lu Dong asked.

  Lu Kun pointed to the construction site: "From our village, my classmates and friends, and people looking for on the old street, there are more than 20 people in total, and the cars are all on the construction site, just waiting for your order!"

  Lu Dong nodded: "Okay, when there are more people on the road, you have to let people come over one after another. Be sure to line up."

   "Understood." Lu Dong had already explained to him yesterday.

   Lu Dong took out a large convenient bag from the cargo bucket, which contained a prepared folding fan, and found fifty yuan in change to give to Lu Kun: "One person will be given five yuan first, then buy things normally, and give things last."

   "Know!"

   Lu Kun packed the money, took the convenience bag and walked back. Behind the fence at the entrance of the construction site, there were more than 20 people waiting for him.

   After twelve o'clock, people came out from several schools around.

  Zhang Feng, an old student of Normal University, walked out of the gate with his roommate and walked towards the intersection.

   "This one is the only one that sells tapes in the university town." Zhang Feng said to his roommate, "There are not many others, Ning Bin, you go buy tapes? I'll buy some sunflower seeds to eat."

  Ning Bin asked, "The two families are next to each other?"

   Zhang Feng pointed and painted as he walked: "It's there, the stalls are all on the side of the intersection on the provincial side."

  The two walked towards the intersection, and people from the east of the intersection came one after another. They were all people in their twenties, and they seemed to be students of the School of Finance.

   Further forward, at the intersection where the stall was set up, there seemed to be people lining up, and there were about ten people in the queue.

   "What are you selling?" Zhang Feng was curious: "Still in line?"

  The busiest time to set up a street stall is during the school days, but people are all around the stall.

  Ning Bin has good eyesight, so he distinguished the small banner: "Braised pork biscuits?"

  Zhang Feng looked over there curiously. As the distance approached, he saw people joining the queue one after another. By the time he passed, there were almost twenty people in the queue.

When    crossed the intersection, Zhang Feng found that there were people passing by from the provincial university and the normal university, stopped to watch for a while, and also went to line up.

  There are also people queuing up in the north and east.

  This scene can't be seen even near the old school in the city. Zhang Feng asked Ning Bin, "Go and have a look?"

  Ning Bin was also curious: "Go and have a look."

   When I got closer, a smell of meat wafted out, and I ate a lot of large pot dishes in the cafeteria, and the smell of meat smelled extraordinarily good.

Behind   , someone from the provincial university was curious: "What is this for?"

   Zhang Feng saw that she was a good-looking girl and answered, "Selling food."

  The girl muttered: "It's delicious? So many people line up."

   While talking, she went to the car to take a look, and seeing the young boss, she had a lot of expectations for this stall.

  The boss is very particular about hygiene!

  The girl hurried to line up.

  Ning Bin watched the long queue outside the curb and said, "Buy one and try it? With so many people buying it, it should be fine."

   Zhang Feng has already driven away: "Hurry up, there are more and more people."

   From southeast to northwest, people lined up behind the line one after another.

   These days, those who can get into a good university are undoubtedly good students in their respective schools. They have a certain organizational discipline. When they see everyone lining up, they are basically conscious.

   Lu Dong wielded his knife like flying, minced the braised pork, cut the sesame cake, filled the sesame cake with meat, and became more and more skilled.

   There are those who like fatty meat, those with marinated eggs, those who want minced coriander, those with peppers, and those who only want pure lean meat. He is satisfied with all of them.

  Someone bought it and went straight to the east. This is his own.

   There are still people who can't wait to eat, this is a real customer.

  Most of the students in the university town are from Taidong or the north, so most people get the braised pork biscuits, and they feel that the taste is quite good after eating them.

   People who were originally curious to watch will also itch when they see it.

  The herd effect has a great impact.

  Because the braised pork biscuits were made very fast, it was Zhang Feng’s turn soon, Zhang Feng looked at the boss, and the boss gave him an excellent impression.

   Wearing a white apron, a hat covering his hair, and a mask covering his mouth, but the mask is not very good, it looks like he made it himself.

   Even so, it still looks hygienic.

   is much more particular than the uncles and aunts in the school cafeteria!

   Those people, when they sell things, it's hard to say anything...

   Those who only make braised pork biscuits feel that what they make is hygienic and delicious.

   After getting the biscuits in the plastic bag, Zhang Feng couldn't wait to take a bite, the meat was full of flavor.

   It's not up to the level of the best food he has ever eaten, but the taste is quite good. The canteen cauldron dishes are like pig food in comparison.

   "How is it?" Ning Bin also took a big bite.

   Zhang Feng nodded: "Worthy of queuing."

   "Indeed." Ning Bin went to the Tofu Nao booth: "I want another bowl of Tofu Nao."

  Qiao Weiguo, according to Lu Dong's prior instructions, took the time to let people line up along the curb, so as not to line up below to interfere with traffic.

  Although the university town can not be called heavy traffic, after the opening of several schools near the central intersection, the CMB between Quannan and Qingzhao will pass through this intersection.

   The stall guarded by Qiao Weiguo still buys things from people. When no one is there, he feels bald and curious.

   The business has never been so hot since it started at the gate of the art academy.

   There wasn't a lot of people yesterday, why did it explode today? There have always been more than 20 people in this queue.

  Qiao Weiguo couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, and then came to a conclusion - he is still suitable for practicing martial arts, not suitable for business.

   Lao Zhao's father and daughter are also very strange, why is their tofu brain business so good this noon?

   Many students were holding a sesame seed cake and asked for a bowl of bean curd brain to sit at the table and eat it.

   The only problem, he didn't sell this biscuits, but Lu Dong's braised pork biscuits next door!

  Tofu brain business is so good that it was all sold out before one o'clock.

   Lao Zhao has discovered that as long as Lu Dong's business is good, his business will be good too.

   Someone else came to ask Tofu Nao, but Zhao Juanjuan couldn’t do anything about it, she couldn’t conjure it out of thin air.

   Lao Zhao looked at the long queue in front of Lu Dong's braised pork biscuits stall and suddenly understood something, maybe he could bring two buckets of tofu brains tomorrow?

   (end of this chapter)