Urban God-level Youth

Chapter 34: Chapter 36 Sold Out

Tian Rong looked at Qin Hao with equal surprise. Was he just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, or did he actually see something?

Qin Hao said to Xia Yingjie with a smile, "I dabble in ancient medicine in my spare time. I'm sort of a doctor. Your uncle has bloodshot eyes, a slightly yellow complexion, and a thick, dry yellow coating on his tongue. It's quite easy to diagnose your uncle's condition."

Xia Yingjie was genuinely stunned, "So, young man, what illness do I have? How should it be treated?"

Qin Hao showed an expression of difficulty, "Uncle, this is a roasted duck shop."

Xia Yingjie, slightly embarrassed, smiled, "Then, give me a roasted duck first."

Qin Hao, "Sure, which one would you like?"

"That one there."

Qin Hao donned a thin plastic glove, took out the duck Xia Yingjie pointed to, and weighed it, a little over three pounds, "Ninety yuan and fifty cents, let's make it ninety. Shall I cut it here?"

"Um, yes, cut it."

Qin Hao took out a kitchen knife and skilfully cut open the duck on the chopping board, quickly finishing the task.

Once the duck was cut, it released an even more intense aroma, making one's mouth uncontrollably salivate copiously.

After packing the roasted duck, Qin Hao handed it to Xia Yingjie.

Xia Yingjie pulled out a hundred yuan and handed it to him, "No need for change, young man, thank you for just now."

Though it wasn't a lot of money, it was enough to show that Xia Yingjie was a pretty decent person.

Qin Hao warned him, "Uncle, you are already in the early stages of cirrhosis. If you keep drinking heavily, nobody will be able to treat you."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yingjie and Tian Rong's faces changed immediately. Cirrhosis?

Early stage cirrhosis is hard to detect in hospitals; typically, by the time it's detected, it's already in the middle or late stage. At that point, treatment is almost hopeless.

Qin Hao continued, "Uncle, Aunt, don't worry so much. Our roasted duck here benefits in strengthening the foundation, invigorating the body, and easing the muscles and meridians. Consistent consumption can also achieve therapeutic effects through food."

Next to him, Kang Youyi looked at him with eyes full of admiration. Damn, Hao is really something, ending with such a twist.

So, you were waiting for this moment, huh? Deep game, I'm impressed!

Xia Yingjie and Tian Rong paused, "Young man, are you sure you're not joking?"

Qin Hao said with a smile, "Uncle, you'll know if I was lying after you go back and eat."

He realized he also had the potential to be a sly merchant. He could have prescribed some herbal medicines, but he didn't.

He wasn't lying to Xia Yingjie; long-term consumption of Jiangshan Roasted Duck could definitely slowly cure his condition.

After all, it wasn't an advanced stage, but just the onset of cirrhosis.

Xia Yingjie and Tian Rong didn't say anything more and left the roasted duck shop with their purchase.

Back in the car, smelling the aromatic duck, Xia Qing curiously asked, "Mom and Dad, how was the roasted duck sold?"

Xia Yingjie laughed and replied, "Thirty yuan per pound. It's a bit expensive, but the appearance and taste of Jiangshan Roasted Duck are good, so I assume the texture won't be far behind."

The three most important aspects of a roasted duck are: taste, appearance, and texture.

In Xia Yingjie's view, Jiangshan Roasted Duck scored on the first two.

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Inside the roasted duck shop

After Xia Yingjie and the other left, Kang Youyi raised his thumb to Qin Hao and said, "Hao, you really know how to talk. My admiration for you is like the endless flow of the Jiutian River, and as uncontrollable as the overflowing Zhuo River, …"

Qin Hao, "Stop, what do you mean by talk?"

Kang Youyi: "A perfectly healthy person, and you've got him convinced he's got cirrhosis."

Qin Hao glanced at him: "You don't understand. He's lucky it was me, or by the time it got to the middle or late stages of cirrhosis, he'd be doomed."

Kang Youyi, seeing he wasn't joking, asked curiously, "Hao, are you really an ancient doctor? Then check me out, do I have any illnesses?"

"No issues for now, but who knows if you don't start losing some weight."

The two chatted idly in the shop when a few more people came in and bought four roasted ducks.

Although he had only sold five roasted ducks, Qin Hao was already quite satisfied.

After all, the location here wasn't great, and he hadn't done any advertising—those who came in were attracted by the smell of the roasted duck.

At ten past eleven, Liu Pengyun came back, a big smile plastered across his face as he entered the shop.

Qin Hao quickly stood up. Seeing the smile on his face, he already guessed the outcome, but still asked, "How did the sales go?"

"Sold all thirty ducks, Hao, you wouldn't believe it. The moment we set up the ducks, people were drawn in. They were almost all sold in no time," said an excited Liu Pengyun.

Jiangshan City may only be a third-tier small city, but its purchasing power is not to be underestimated.

Moreover, the Jiangshan Roasted Duck was not so expensive; most people found the price acceptable.

Not long after Liu Pengyun's return, Zhao Hongyu and another person also came back; they too had sold everything.

Today, out of one hundred roasted ducks, including the five sold in the shop, a total of 95 ducks were sold, bringing in revenue of 7,393 yuan.

The cost of the ducks, slaughter fees, and condiments was about 4,500 yuan.

Subtracting these, he made about 2,900.

He didn't include the labor cost. Even after deducting the labor cost, he still made over 2,000.

More than 2,000 is not a small amount; many people in Jiangshan City earn about 4,000.

He made money in a short amount of time that amounted to nearly half a month's salary for an average person.

Qin Hao then made a call to Du Xing: "Mr. Du, send over two hundred ducks this afternoon."

"It looks like Mr. Qin's sales are good, congratulations on a very auspicious start," Du Xing said with a smile, his form of address changing.

With two hundred ducks, he could make a tidy sum.

Qin Hao: "Mr. Du, if nothing out of the ordinary happens, I will be buying several hundred ducks every day. I think we could talk more about the price."

"How about this, I'll cover the slaughtering fees, which are three yuan per duck. With several hundred, it's not a small amount," Du Xing offered.

"Alright, Mr. Du is indeed a straightforward man."

Qin Hao would be a fool to fully trust his word, but if he could save some money, then why not. Others might charge three yuan per duck for slaughtering.

He believed that if he let those people slaughter, the price would likely be even lower.

After hanging up, Qin Hao said to Kang Youyi: "Fatty, if you're free this afternoon, take someone else and go to the live poultry and seafood market to find a duck seller. If the price is no higher than his, talk to them and initially ask for a hundred."

"Alright, Hao," Kang Youyi nodded.

Even a sly rabbit has three dens; all the more so for people.

If Qin Hao always depended on Du Xing, and one day Du Xing turned against him, it could deal a big blow to his roasted duck shop.

Just after half-past eleven, those who had gone to survey the market also returned.

Qin Hao primarily sent them to Yonghe Street and several other bustling streets to observe the market.