"Mr. Gongsun, how much do you think a Haifeng restaurant is worth?"

Gongsun Ce was born in a wealthy businessman's family and said without hesitation: "This land alone is worth 150 chunks."

"Yes, holding a restaurant but not helping your relatives is so cold, it is definitely not a good person!" Bao Zheng's eyes flashed with bright light, "Loyalty, righteousness, filial piety and brotherhood are the foundation of his life. A family brother fell apart and indifferent family affection was the beginning of decline. A hundred years ago, the old general Wang Gui died on the battlefield, how heroic! I really didn't expect that his descendants would be so unworthy, and he really lost all the face of his ancestors!"

Bao Zheng is a person who values ​​character very much. Confucius said: "There are few people who are filial and brothers, but who like to offend superiors; there is never a person who is not good at offending superiors and who likes to cause trouble." A person who does not know filial piety and brotherhood and only knows business calculations will sooner or later become a bad apple.

"My boss, would you want to close the Haifeng Restaurant?" Gongsun Ce suggested.

"Absurd!" Bao Zheng said: "As a parent official, no matter what kind of character, I am the people under my rule, and I have not violated the law. How can I harm you at will? If that happens, will I become a confused official who is inseparable from right and wrong?"

Bao Zheng thought for a while and said, "Mr. Gongsun, from now on, you often go to Haifeng Restaurant to check it out. If you find that they use inferior products as good people and deceive the people, you must not let them go!"

After a pause, Bao Zheng said again: "Of course, if they abide by the rules, don't make things difficult for them. After all, if you don't look at monks and Buddha's faces, the ancestors of the Wang family are loyal ministers and generals!"

Gongsun Ce nodded quickly, "I understand."

...

Wang Ning'an had no idea that he had been targeted by Bao Heizi, and he was still immersed in joy.

When the lights were held, everyone gathered together, and everyone couldn't hide their fatigue. A few people who were responsible for kneading and stretching the noodles had to fold their arms, but they were happy. When a huge money bag was placed in front of them, everyone was excited.

After some counting, I sold more than 400 bowls of noodles, and I got 4,500 pieces of copper.

"The cost of noodles, meat, lamb bones, vegetables, salt is 2,500 yuan, it cost 300 yuan to rent bowls and chopsticks, and it costs 200 yuan to repair the bricks and tiles of the stove. After deducting the cost, we made 1,000 yuan!" Xiang Hao said excitedly after confirming it again and again.

Wang Liangjing and Bai were also shocked. They actually made a consistent amount of money in one day, which was simply unbelievable!

By counting this, wouldn’t I be able to earn more than 300 coins a year? Thinking about the fact that the Wang family had broken apart a few days ago for a hundred coins. If I had known the restaurant was so profitable, I would have just taken over the debt for my second brother, so that I would not have caused disagreement between my brother. Wang Liangjing secretly blamed herself, and Bai was also surprised and happy. She thought that it would not take long to save enough money for her son to enter the school, and that it would be the main thing to let the child study quickly.

Only Wang Ning'an, he didn't take his usual money at all.

Momo counted 300 articles from it, Xiang Hao, the little Russian, and four friends, a total of six, each with 50 articles for the time being.

"Young boss, this is too much!"

"Not much!" Wang Ning'an said firmly: "I said that you will marry a wife within three years. It is 50 yuan a day, and it is only a half a month, not a little bit. But now you can't get more, so you can endure it first."

Xiang Hao was moved by many. In the past, the boss only paid the money for one month and frequently deducted it. It was already very good to get seven or eight hundred cigarettes. Wang Ning'an directly gave him twice his salary, and it would increase in the future. How could they be unhappy?

"Young Master, we promise to work hard and do our best to run the restaurant for you!"

"Not for me, but for you!"

Wang Ning'an smiled faintly, "From today on, you will follow me to run a restaurant during the day and learn cooking and business at night. It will take three months. After learning, half of the shares of the restaurant will be distributed to you. From then on, the restaurant will be managed by you, and I will just pay dividends."

"ah?"

Xiang Hao stood up in shock and waved his hand quickly, "I can't do it, I can't do it, how can I dare to ask for shares in the restaurant? It's not possible!"

Not to mention them, even Wang Liangjing and his wife were stunned. They thought to themselves, what was in their heads? They opened their mouths and left half of the restaurant, and they had a brain problem!

Without saying a word, Wang Liangjing reached out and pulled Wang Ning'an up. Bai followed closely behind and went to the backyard of the restaurant and closed the door. The couple was anxious and white-faced, and they wanted to beat Wang Ning'an to relieve themselves.

"Boy, tell me what kind of abacus you have? You can give half of such a profitable restaurant to outsiders at once, and you want to piss us off to death!"

Wang Ning'an shook his head. His father and mother were still too old. Why were they just staring at the small profits in front of him and didn't want to be longer-term?

"What is the name of opening a restaurant? It is called Qinxing. To put it bluntly, it means making hard money. Does our family want to tie it to a restaurant for the rest of their lives and not be enterprising?"

Bai had nothing to say and could only say, "Then, that can't be a profiteer!"

"It's not a spendthrift, it's to make our family richer faster."

Wang Ning'an immediately told his ideas to his father and mother. After an hour, the three of them returned to the front hall again. Xiang Hao and others were still waiting. Wang Liangjing directly took out a document and asked them to sign it. The conditions were extremely outrageous!

Three months of study time, including cooking, accounting, procurement, operation, etc., after passing the qualification, a total of 50% of the shares of Haifeng Restaurant will be distributed according to performance, and the operating rights will be handed over to them in the future. Dividends according to the shares. As long as the restaurant is done well, their income will increase day by day. Otherwise, they will also bear the consequences of losses.

In short, it is a prosperous and a loss.

"Brother Xiang, from now on, let's treat the restaurant as your own industry!" Wang Ning'an said with a smile.

...

Haifeng Restaurant has been reopening for seven days. Xiang Haoqiu has experienced what it means to go from heaven to hell, and from hell to heaven. Every day, he is tortured to death. Even if you can sleep before the third update is a blessing, you will get up before dawn. You dare to be lazy in bed, sticks and cold water, and all kinds of tricks have come.

In the past, I was worried about not having customers, but now I was worried about too many customers, and there were more and more. I sold more than 400 bowls on the first day, but on the seventh day, it soared to 800 bowls.

Many people in Cangzhou, even if they live in the north and east of the city, would come to eat a big bowl. Even some well-dressed rich people would come to join in the fun. When they left, they would pat Xiang Hao on their shoulders and encourage him to do it well, which made Xiang Hao confused.

What's going on?

Finally he got a chance. The candy seller at the door has been here for five days. In the past, this guy never wanted to go to a restaurant. Why is this abnormal this time?

"Tell me the truth, why do people who come to eat noodles every day point fingers? What are they talking about?"

The sugar seller was startled, "Brother, please stop asking."

"No, I can't be a fool. You told me the truth. I'll give you a discount when eating noodles every day in the future!"

The candy seller gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll tell you!"

...

These days, there have been stories in Cangzhou City, saying that a restaurant was in trouble. The shopkeeper betrayed the boss and donated money to run away, leaving behind a group of young men who were helpless. In order to defend the industry for the boss and to give his brothers a meal, one of the men stood up and studied hard. One night, he was so tired that he fell asleep next to the stove. In his dream, an old man with white hair and blushing face pointed out the secrets of making pasta. After waking up, he still remembered it vividly. After making the method, the soup was indeed fresh and smooth, and it was unparalleled.

The old man in the dream is Peng Zu, who has lived for more than 800 years in the legend, and is the ancestor of all chefs!

The story is circulating, and the noodles at Shanghai Feng Restaurant are popular in Nancheng. Soon many people admire them and taste them, including many businessmen, who brought their men to eat a bowl of noodles. For nothing else, they just let them experience how to be a man!

When I first met Xiang Hao, I was indeed fierce and evil, with words on my face, but after a warm reception, everyone found that he was kind and kind, gave him more noodles and cooked enough meat. Even if I ran a little more, I was willing to come over.

There is something called contrast. The sugar seller first saw that the viciousness of the good and the guy listened to him. The shopkeeper suddenly ran away. He then imagined the joke of the thief who was tying the army to seize the civilian property. He also talked everywhere, destroying the reputation of others.

After knowing the truth and being dissatisfied, I came to eat noodles every day and hold a handful of business.

After figuring out the reason, what is even more disappointing is the positive one!

"Young master, you can't harm me. You clearly taught me, so why did you become Peng Zu? When did I see him!"

Wang Ning'an spread his hands, "Can anyone prove that you didn't dream of Peng Zu?"

"Who can tell me this dreaming thing!"

"Well, our noodles are not fake, our soup is real, right? We welcome the guests warmly? Without these, no matter how well the story is written, no one will come to eat it, right?" Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "You must be good at promoting business. What you should do now is to learn your skills and cook, and be worthy of the diners who support you!"

...

"Sir, what he said is true. That boy actually hired people to spread it everywhere, saying that their faces were guided by Peng Zu in his dream, and pretending to be a ghost is very hateful!" Gongsun Ce said gritting his teeth.

Bao Zheng's fingers hit the table, and it turned out that he was a businessman!

"Many industries, many people who have gilded their faces and recognize their ancestors indiscriminately, can only turn a blind eye to them." Bao Zheng said angrily: "You go and talk to Wang Liangxun and let him take care of his family."
Chapter completed!