In no time, all the cakes brought by Jia Fuhai and the others were devoured by Boss Zhou.
Lying tiredly on the sofa, Boss Zhou, having eaten too much, could not stop himself and turned to speak with a strange tone:
"Xiao Hai, did you put something in these cakes?"
"Uncle Zhou, what are you thinking? These cakes are all-natural, with no additives at all." Zhen Lina, who had personally handled the ingredients, immediately retorted. She had helped make the cakes earlier.
"Just joking, just joking."
"Xiao Hai, these cakes are truly something; even I couldn't control myself."
Boss Zhou gave high praise to Jia Fuhai's cakes.
Upon hearing this, Jia Fuhai began asking about some details.
Boss Zhou then shared information on food testing, shelf life, and other aspects.
Jia Fuhai was very happy, learning a lot from the senior.
"Uncle Zhou, where do you think I should sell these cakes?" Jia Fuhai asked eagerly. He knew his cakes were high quality; otherwise, they wouldn't be so delicious.
He had used real honey and selected high-quality eggs for production. Selling them cheaply was out of the question.
"That depends on you. Have you seen my coffee?" Boss Zhou took a sip of his tea and pointed at his coffee.
"I've seen it. Most of your products are in large packaging," Jia Fuhai nodded.
"I generally sell in large shopping malls, online, and also collaborate with companies," Boss Zhou was open about his sales strategy.
"The ingredients you use for these cakes must be expensive, and the taste is superb. You can't sell them at a low price, plus you mentioned there's no preservative, so the shelf life will be short, right?"
"Yes," Jia Fuhai confirmed.
Boss Zhou continued, "Then online sales might not be suitable because the shelf life would expire during shipping. It's better to focus on high-end supermarkets. Companies are an option too, but the price you set will determine everything."
"Can you help introduce me?" Jia Fuhai asked.
"No problem, but it depends on you. If you want to do live streaming of the production process like I do, you can try Fat West Mall. They value food products highly, and if you can get in, it'll open up opportunities for you. Even if you take your time, your cakes will eventually grow."
Boss Zhou shared his experience with Jia Fuhai.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. I understand. I will definitely do the live streaming," Jia Fuhai said gratefully, but he also had his own ideas.
"Yes, once you make a name, companies will come to you. It's simple after that. They will negotiate with you for your products," Boss Zhou said softly.
At this moment, an employee of Boss Zhou entered the lounge to greet them, as it was break time.
"Uncle Zhou, have your little truck come to us. I'll cover the meals for the staff tonight," Jia Fuhai thought of the tasting mission as soon as he saw the staff.
"Are you sure?" Boss Zhou looked surprised but seemed a bit embarrassed, unsure about accepting the offer.
"No worries; once they're done eating, I'll get their feedback," Jia Fuhai said nonchalantly. The cost was insignificant.
"Okay, I'll drive the truck myself," Boss Zhou decided to be the driver.
They all went to Jia Fuhai's factory and transported the cakes to Boss Zhou's lounge.
The employees began tasting the cakes.
"Delicious! When are you going to start selling, Boss Jia?"
"This is so good, I can't stop eating!"
"Boss, no more ordering takeout; just get cake from Boss Jia!"
"My goodness, this cake with coffee is perfect!"
...
The employees were enjoying the cakes, praising Jia Fuhai endlessly, making it seem like they had never had cake before.
Jia Fuhai smiled happily at the scene, and Zhen Lina stood proudly, hands on her hips. Although she didn't know how to cook, the cake she made had people raving about it!
Even Boss Zhou, who had eaten so much, started eating more.
If this scene were to be streamed live, people might think Boss Zhou was stingy with his employees as they were devouring the cakes like starving people.
Fortunately, the live stream only showed the ingredients and production areas, not the break room, to avoid violating privacy.
The employees, still eating, continued to praise Jia Fuhai's cakes throughout their break, and they would have kept eating until they couldn't move if work hadn't resumed.
"Xiao Hai, hurry up and get these cakes on the market; everyone is waiting! Also, get the product tested right away; I'll help you!" Boss Zhou said eagerly. The deliciousness of the cakes couldn't be stopped.
"Alright," Jia Fuhai shrugged.
Boss Zhou immediately took Jia Fuhai to get the cakes tested for shelf life, high and low-temperature resistance, etc.
Before leaving, they even gave some cakes to the security guard, Grandpa Huang, who was on holiday, with the new security guard, Xiao Zhao, taking over the reception.
Thanks to Boss Zhou's connections, Jia Fuhai's cakes quickly entered testing, though it still required some time.
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By the time they finished everything, it was already dusk.
Jia Fuhai had hired a big truck to load all the packaged cakes and sent them back to his house.
While carrying the boxes upstairs, he met a few neighbors and gave them cakes with the factory name attached. The neighborhood's average price was five million, so they weren't lacking in money and could afford it.
Jia Fuhai didn't mind spreading the word. It could potentially help him gain more customers.
He made several trips to finish the task, with his father-in-law and Qiqi helping out as well.
The two little ones were playing chess and go with their grandmother, beating the opponents so badly that the shopkeeper was wiping his sweat off.
"Qiyi, Natki's cakes are here; want some?" Zhen Lina approached with the cakes.
"I want it! I want it!" The two kids immediately reached for the cakes.
"Mom, here, I made them!" Zhen Lina proudly showed off her cakes to her mother.
"You, heh," Chen Lina's face stiffened. She knew her daughter too well. How many times had she tried to teach her daughter how to cook?
"Mom, what do you mean?" Zhen Lina felt wrong. So many people praised her cakes, yet her own mother made that face?
"It's nothing, as long as you're happy," Chen Lina said, expressionless. She had no expectations for her daughter's cooking skills.
"Mom, give it to me. If you don't think it's good, I'll... I'll do whatever you say," Zhen Lina said, full of defiance, challenging her mom with a bet.
"Alright," Chen Lina agreed, thinking it might be good to teach her daughter a lesson for being so stubborn.
She opened the packaging and took a bite.