Chapter 55 Joy is the best sales method

Later generations "Marketing" was a very domineering science!

He combined the process of "Psychology", "Behavior", "Probability" and "Methodology" from people's needs to demand and finally to desire, which is his research direction.

This knowledge itself is a very advanced knowledge. If it is placed in the world of daimyo, it will rise to the scope of theology.

Therefore, when Yun Zhao first used the methods in "Marketing" to start promoting his seasoning bag, the whole of Chang'an was fascinated by it.

The cause of the matter is very simple - you can use the seasoning bag produced by Yun to make a meal of meat without spending money, and this meal of meat can be shared with your friends!

When Yun hired many little beggars to post such notices all over the world, the entire Chang'an City started to move.

For a moment, the street in front of Dachai Market was crowded with people.

When people arrived at the Yun family grain store in Dacha City, they found that they had been deceived because everyone mentioned by Yun did not include the Han people... and only targeted the Mongolians.

Just as everyone shouted at Yun's, the shopkeeper of Yun's family came out to apologize repeatedly, and stated that the reason why this seasoning package was only targeted at the Mongolians was because the Han people had too few opportunities to eat meat. Even if there were, they would be careful to cook them and produce various delicacies that suit them. Therefore, this seasoning package was not very useful to the Han people.

However, it is different for the Mongolians. No matter how poor the cooking skills of the Mongolians are, as long as they use Yun's seasoning bag, they can cook a pot of not too bad meat.

After the shopkeeper's apology was completed, he also told the Han people present in person that as long as they could motivate their Mongolian friends to try Yun's seasoning bag and were willing to cook on the spot, the pot of meat would be given to the Mongolian and his friends!

Therefore, the Mongolians, who have always been unpopular, have become the targets that many people rush to seize.

Looking at the Mongolians who were squeezed out of water on the street and were cooking meat, Yun Niang bit her lips.

"I prepared ten sheep today. It seems that it is not enough for these people to get stuck in their teeth. Do you know how much it costs to ten sheep?"

Yun Niang grabbed her son's ear and twisted it hard.

Naturally, no matter how angry his mother was, even though his ears were already ravaged by his mother, he was still holding a pomegranate and slowly peeling it and eating it.

"Tomorrow, prepare ten more sheep!"

Seeing that his mother no longer twisted her ears, Yun Zhao grabbed her ears and said to Yun Meng.

Yun Meng gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Zhao, is it really OK?"

Yun Zhao chuckled and said, "You have to produce bait when fishing."

The terrified accountant who provided the mutton, said tremblingly: "Five taels of silver, are you lost like this today?"

Yun Zhao said: "Tomorrow, remember to buy sheep from the Mongolians. Don't use the thin sheep in the pass. Such mutton tastes too tiring and has no taste."

Through the window, Yun Zhao could see clearly that Qian Duoduo was gathering with a tall Mongolian and stirring a casserole hard. It seemed that they were having a good time. The Mongolian laughed loudly from time to time, but there was no sign of lewdness in it.

The beautiful little girl is waiting for you to prepare to eat the mutton in the pot. At this time, who can care if there is any problem inside?

So, when Qian Duoduo started dancing with a Mongolian woman, the scene changed a lot. As more and more Mongolians joined, more Han people, Mongolians, Hui Hui, and Tibetans began to join this carnival feast.

Seeing this scene, Yun Zhao felt that he seemed to have forgotten that the Ming world was an era of extreme lack of entertainment, and for these aliens living in other places, loneliness and humility were even more indelible to the shadows in their hearts.

Compared with the Han people, these aliens are more of a model of drinking and getting drunk today. That is to say, as long as they start to have a carnival, their rationality will no longer be there.

When Yun Zhao saw a lama wearing dirty red clothes walking into the crowd and began to preach and recite scriptures, he said to Manager Yun: "Tug the white silk half a foot wide and three feet long and hang it on his neck for the lama in red clothes."

"If you want to strangle this stinky lama to death, I'd better go tonight."

Yun Hu was ready to whisper behind Yun Zhao. Since entering the city, the three brothers have basically no use, which made the proud Yun Hu unacceptable. He immediately volunteered when he saw the opportunity to show.

Yun Zhao glanced at Yun Hu. Somehow, Yun Hu felt a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands and said, "I'm wrong?"

Yun Zhao let Yun Hu go and said to the shopkeeper: "Give that lama a bouquet of Hadas, and then wait for him to send you a horse back.

When the lama took Hada, he gave one to the wealthy Mongolians present, and remembered to take back a horse.

On the prairie and snowy fields, a bunch of Hada is equivalent to a horse!”

The shopkeeper dug his ear hard and said, "What if they don't give it? White silk is not cheap."

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "First find a Mongolian or Tibetan who has nothing to do, give him the white silk, and then ask him to give you the horses prepared for him in advance, and then you will get a lot of gains."

Even if one or two out of a hundred people have given you a horse, we won’t lose money! Go!"

Seeing that the shopkeeper was hurrying to do business, Yun Niang fell on the chair and patted her forehead and said, "Oh my God, I gave birth to the biggest prodigal son!"

Yun Zhao helped his mother filially stroke her chest and said with a smile: "How about you stop now?"

Yun Niang wiped the sweat from her forehead and said tremblingly: "Since you have started to lose your family, you will be defeated thoroughly, so that you can see clearly that you can't do whatever you want. This is not a loss for Mom!"

Yun Zhaoxiao's eyes were covered by the flesh on her face, and she grabbed her mother's hand and said, "If this deal is lost, I will never say that I am a wild boar spirit anymore!"

Yun Niang held her son's hand with relief and said, "Mom knows that you want to establish your authority. No matter whether you succeed or fail, it is my son's motivation to be ambitious. In comparison, some money losses can still be borne by my mother."

While the mother and son were whispering, Qian Duoduo pushed open the door and came in, and said, "Jirigala wants to buy a hundred bags of seasoning!"

Yun Zhao picked a thumbs up at Qian Duoduo and said to the dull account room: "Send 120 packs to this person!

Set off another firecracker!

Make the scene more lively!”

Having been dancing for a long time, a drop of crystal beads of sweat hung on Qian Duoduo's fair nose. Seeing that Yun Zhao seemed even more excited, he hurriedly said, "Don't give me some trouble."

Yun Zhao reached out and wiped off the sweat beads on Qian Duoduo's nose and said, "Let them go crazy first, Uncle Fu, go buy wine, buy a lot of wine, and resell it to these people."

Yun Fu, who had been silent, slowly stood up and said, "How many more?"

Yun Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "No price increase, now, these people's rationality has not been lost yet!"

Seeing that Yun Zhao had no intention of restraining himself, Qian Duoduo stomped his feet and ran out again.

As noon was coming, the streets of Dachai City had turned into a sea of ​​joy and a pot of boiling water.

After the officials came, they found that the people here were singing and dancing, and most of them were aliens, so they hurriedly reported to the prefect.

After hearing this, Hong Chengchou volunteered to come to Dachai Market.

Those Mongolians who like dancing, singing, and drinking, the Us Tibetans became happier after drinking the wine they bought. The singing and dancing kept appearing, making the Han people who were guarding the surroundings watch the operas shouted happily.

Since these people showed no signs of causing trouble, Hong Chengchou naturally would not use force. He just let the officers stay around. After changing his clothes, he hid in the crowd to watch the fun. Since he found out that this was the strange child of Yun's family selling seasoning bags, Hong Chengchou's curiosity was completely aroused.

Yun's seasoning bags are definitely not cheap. One pack of seasonings is one sheep. This kind of thing will definitely not be accepted by Han people.

Even if this thing can make the most delicious food, the Han people can try it at most. In terms of price, this thing is not something sold to the Han people.

Hong Chengchou bought a pack of seasonings in the eyes of everyone. After opening it, he didn't find anything special inside.

However, the soy sauce paste and chopped dried vegetables here still made Hong Chengchou interested. He thought this thing was very suitable for military use.

Seeing the Yun family's men hang white silk on the necks of the Us Tibetans and Mongolians with the most sincere and brightest smiles, they were excited to be the Us Tibetans. The Mongolians bowed their horses to their ride to send them off, and Hong Chengchou's eyes were almost falling out of their sockets.

He put away the seasoning bag and began to carefully observe these aliens who looked barbaric, heroic, and happy.
Chapter completed!