"Please guess what you pretend."

"Pussy again?" Roy's face turned down. He really didn't understand why the store manager suddenly became so fond of testing her, but she still gave answers based on her extraordinary knowledge.

"Frederson Workshop is the largest OEM factory in Zuan. It involves many fields but is not in-depth. However, its automation assembly line is very famous. I guess you have found this workshop to make some kind of automation device."

"Smart." Zell opened the box and revealed the answer.

An alloy device lies tightly surrounded by many broken wood chips. Its round and flat appearance looks a bit solid, but compared to other machines, it can be said to be small and cute.

"This is a sweeper, literally, a robot that can sweep the floor."

Zell dispels the wood chips, puts the sweeper driven by the alchemy device on the ground, and presses the switch to start it.

The sweeper emits a slight buzzing sound, slowly moving to suck all the dust on the path into the machine. When it hits an obstacle, it will also shift to clean it in another direction.

Roy watched the whole time and commented from time to time.

"The logic of this machine looks very simple. If you look for tomorrow's forging factory, you will soon produce energy. Jace's handling machine 'little gold nuggets' is produced by our factory, and that is much more complicated than yours."

"Hex Technology...is still Zuan's OEM is cheaper," Zell complained.

He saw a small gold nugget on the last evolution day. He looked exactly like a minion. He wore a hat on his head. He couldn't see what the mechanical claws had moved. He was quite skilled in shaking hands with others.

"You are stupid. If you sell this invention patent to us, you will not only get a machine, but also have a large amount of patent fees. By the way, store manager, you didn't sell the patent? If not, I'll buy it."

"No. Do you think this thing is useful?"

"It's still promising. For example, if I don't want others to enter and exit my room but have to clean it, the sweeper is a good choice." As the daughter of a capitalist, Roy has also developed some sense of business under the influence of the eyes.

Zell imagined a little bit that a boudoir larger than his store was envious.

"Of course, this sweeper is also very suitable for our store, and it can be said to be tailor-made." Roy felt that he had guessed Zell's intentions.

"What do you mean?" Zell said curiously.

"Our store is now half a restaurant. The fluff falling from Poluo, the food debris on the ground and the dust brought in by the guests from outside. If these things float into the coffee, can the guests still drink coffee comfortably? So it is very important to keep it clean at all times. With a sweeper, I don't have to sweep the floor several times a day."

Roy was very pleased that he knew how to care about her, and the store manager finally became reliable once.

"Actually, I didn't think so much. I just made this for fun." Zell said, moving the sweeper to the display cabinet, which is the transparent glass room where the Polus are located.

The Polu showed great curiosity about the new iron guy. After taking turns to test, they found that this guy was stupid and bumped into the wall like a blind man. They pushed him with their horns to prevent him from moving forward.

In the end, I couldn't resist the stubborn sweeper, so I simply jumped on it and sat down, following the machine to patrol everywhere.

The Poluo people discovered new fun and all ran to the machine to stack the arhats. The final resistance of the machine was probably to roll off their bodies every time they hit the wall and change direction.

It turned out that this was for Poluo to ride, and it had nothing to do with her.

"By the way, is the patent fee enough to make a snow machine?"

Roy looked at the full process silently, and when he heard this, he responded with a smile: "There is no patent fee, I will turn around and ask someone to design a better version, and you can sue me for plagiarism."

"Oh, why are you jealous of Poluo?"

"I don't!"

"Then why did you kick the machine over?"

...

Two hours later.

The new store opened, and in the cafe that should have been extremely busy, there are only a few customers scattered everywhere, each with his own scattered.

Roy stood behind the bar, wiping the cup over and over again with boredom, and she was absent-minded.

"Shopkeeper, isn't it suitable to open a store today? The traffic is not very large."

"It's not yet here, everyone is at work."

At the bar, Zell asked for a cup of coffee, put a colander on the delicate edge of the teacup, and then placed two squares of sugar.

What he is doing is to play the role of a guest, not simply slap in fishing.

The hot coffee fell, the sugar cube gradually melted and collapsed, and the last bit of residue had nowhere to escape, and fell into the dark liquid.

Blow away the steam and take a sip, it seems that there is still a little milky fragrance.

He actually doesn't like drinking coffee unless he adds milk and sugar until the mellow and sweetness of the coffee can coexist.

"It's too little." Roy took a colander and cleaned it.

The guests outside the door were like water flowing through the filter, most of which were screened out, with only a few drops of water left on the colander.

"There are also benefits of being less. We only have five Poluo now. If there are too many people, you can't receive them."

"I feel that they should be more popular." The passenger flow did not meet expectations, and Roy, who was unable to do anything, was worried and thought: "What's the problem? Is it the price?"

"It's not a matter of price. I've set the price very low and most people can afford it." Zell said slowly.

The price of Poluo Cafe is still very advantageous. Ordering a single drink is only a few percent more expensive than other cafes, and you can also play with Poluo. If you change to a cat cafe, the same drink is several times more expensive than the roadside milk tea shop.

Zeer opened a store to accumulate Poluo's energy, making money is second.

"Is the coffee I made not good? Or is my service attitude not good?"

"If you go to a cafe for tea, if the coffee is not good or the clerk's service attitude is bad, would you argue with the clerk on the spot? Or would you remember it silently in your heart and not come next time?"

“Unless it is unbearable, educated people will choose the latter.”

"That's right. Attitude and taste affect repeat customers, and the traffic on the first day depends on the first impression of us."

"First impression..." Roy first looked at the cafe, then looked at Zell silently: "It's you! You move me to another place to have coffee, sit at the bar and pick up the clerk who affects the order of the customer!"

"Didn't you think it was your own problem?" Zell was speechless. The girl hadn't realized that she was out of place with the cafe.

"Me? What can I have any problems."

"Your outfit is not suitable for this occasion."

Roy put down the cup and lowered her head to fiddle with her clothes.

This outfit was not specially selected, just a set of regular clothes that were taken out of the wardrobe that was different from yesterday.

What can be wrong with this?

"I walked into another cafe in this outfit, but I didn't say anything."

Roy thinks that he has no problem, but in the eyes of others, he is a bit noble.

Zell remembers that a customer saw Roy and silently withdrew without placing anything. Just like the guy who sent the machine before, the concept of class was deeply rooted.

"You are a customer in other people's stores, and the more expensive you wear, the more decent you wear, but you are a clerk here. Are you not afraid of the customers seeing the clothes you wear so high-end? Are you still in the mood to drink coffee after you serve?"

"But when I was running a pet store, there was no such problem."

Roy didn't think that was anything. The guests came to see the pet, not her, so what did it have to do with her clothes.

"The consumer group is different. Pets are luxury goods. People who come to choose pets are basically rich people and have a calm mind. People who come to the cafe can't think about drinking a drink. How high can the consumption be? Then your appearance breaks their psychological expectations and you are scared away."

"We are Poluo Cafe, not the Miss Cafe. You have to lower your posture and change into cheaper clothes so that the guests will not feel uncomfortable. Tell me your measurements, I'll find someone to customize two maid uniforms for you, and you will wear uniforms to work in the future."

Can you tell me something like the three measurements? You also let the daughter of the Phiros family wear maid outfits?

Roy smiled, but her hands were trembling slightly.

"If you talk nonsense, I will throw you out."

Zell shrugged and drank all the remaining coffee in one breath: "If you don't believe it, let's bet, we exchange identities, I'll receive guests. The loser will wear maid outfits to open business."

"Then I'm the store manager?"
Chapter completed!