"Xiaoqiang, have you noticed something? Who are the customers who came in to buy bubble tea?"
"They are all rich people," Xu Xiaoqiang said without hesitation.
Jiang Bei was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head. "I mean their ages. Aren't they all around 20 years old?"
"I think so." Xu Xiaoqiang tried to recall and nodded.
"People of this age are the customers we want to target," Jiang Bei explained.
"We've only sold more than 20 cups. There are no people on the street now."
"There's no rush. When they get off work at night, there will be more people. This drink will be popular," Jiang Bei said with a light smile. His expression was very confident.
"How many people will there be? How many can be sold just by selling to these young people?" Xu Xiaoqiang curled his lips. He was still unconvinced.
