The average price of each book is between 1-2 beli, which is equivalent to 50-100 RMB in the previous life.
It's not expensive in terms of price.
But Zhang Wei bought too much at once, which exceeded the limit of his wallet's ability to bear.
The manager glanced at the size of the purse and suddenly understood.
Seeing that Zhang Wei was well dressed, he immediately said: "But I went out in a hurry and didn't bring enough mundane things?"
"It's a coincidence."
The manager gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter. Just leave a note, sir. Take the book with you first. Just come and pay the bill next time."
Let me join in?
So easy to talk to!
The manager smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, being able to come to Desert Bookstore to shop instead of piracy is a reflection of your character. I believe you. Besides, besides the copyright fee and printing fee for these books, the cost of Bookstore is not
many."
Zhang Wei likes these books very much, so it would be best if he could take them with him.
But currently, Zhang Wei doesn't have any means to make money. Although the collection hall is full of rare ingredients, there is no sales for the time being.
Zhang Wei thought for a while and said: "Let's do it this way. I'll make some delicious food for you and it will be used as a discount for the price."
"Are you the respected chef?"
"Um."
The manager was in awe and lowered his attitude: "May I ask where Mr. Chef works and what his star rating is?"
"Star rating...I haven't rated this yet."
manager:……
The manager was going crazy. Although the chefs had a respected status, they only referred to the official chefs with stars.
If you are the head chef of a street stall, you have no right to call yourself a "chef".
Not even qualified to be a cook!
The skills of a chef are worth a thousand dollars, but you have to be a chef first!
"Sir, let's leave a note."
"Oh, don't I deserve it?"
"It doesn't mean that."
Zhang Wei held his head, this world that values false fame is indeed the same as the previous life.
"What about the recipes? Do you accept the recipes?"
"menu!"
The manager was shocked.
Unlike theoretical books, formal recipes are extremely valuable.
Even in the Desert Bookstore, you can only get a glimpse of it in the boutique area in the center.
Buy first and then read, dissemination is prohibited.
The cheapest one costs a few hundred beli, and the more expensive one costs tens of thousands of beli to get one!
If a chef entrusts Desert Bookstore to sell it, at least half of the commission will be taken!
If you are an academic chef and have the copyright of more than ten recipes, you will be merciless every day just to collect copyright fees.
Theoretical books are like textbooks. Most of them are divorced from reality and are vague, requiring readers to spend a lot of time and energy to digest and absorb them.
Recipes are specific plans that can directly generate economic value.
The manager looked suspicious. How could a cook who didn't even have a star rating come up with any valuable recipes?
I'm afraid you didn't write it by yourself, right?
However, in order not to hurt Zhang Wei's self-esteem, the manager could only grit his teeth and said: "Sir, you can leave your contact information. If you can successfully sell it and make a profit, we will pay you regularly. The copyright period is fifty years."
"It's so troublesome, just sell the copyright directly, and all future profits will belong to you."
With just a few recipes and a little money, Zhang Wei could easily write out ten copies.
The manager had no choice but to say: "There is a selection process for recipes to be submitted to the cabinet. If the writing is... not very good, it cannot be sold."
"Then let me comment directly. I am still confident in my recipes."
"Okay, since it's what you asked for."
The manager was also very angry when faced with this kind of unaware customer.
You must know that several of the selectors are retired gourmets and are highly respected seniors in the gourmet industry.
These gourmets don't even speak politely to distinguished chefs. Not only do they have tricky tastes, but they also have very poisonous mouths!
I don't know how many official chefs were sprayed by them, and they were completely useless.
Most people with a good attitude have been autistic for a period of time. Some people with a bad attitude may even have a direct psychological disorder and react when they touch kitchen utensils.
Eventually I had to give up the chef career.
Just let them poison you and let you know how high the sky is and how high it is!
Following the manager, Zhang Wei came to an elegant restaurant called Wangyue Zhai.
With pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, the artistic conception can be said to be quite satisfactory.
It can be seen that the capacity of this restaurant is very low, and it is obviously a high-end business.
Moreover, in the center of Desert City, where land is at a premium, being able to build such a large garden shows its financial resources.
"Wang Yuezhai... sounds a bit familiar."
The manager said proudly: "Of course, Wangyuezhai has been inherited in Mocheng for hundreds of years, and it is also among the top ones among many restaurants and hotels. If it were not an old friend, ordinary people would not be able to come to the backyard."
After walking through a deep path and a bamboo forest and a stream, Zhang and Wei came to a thatched house.
There is a straw mat in front of the thatched house, and on the coffee table, an old man is pouring tea.
The manager bowed deeply: "I have met Laojun."
The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and the corners of his droopy mouth and eyes looked very depressed. From his appearance, he looked like a cunning, weird, smelly old man.
The old man snorted dissatisfied: "What Laojun? Just call me Old Man Jun. I have been acting awkwardly all day long. What does it look like! Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
The manager was obviously used to the old man's attitude and didn't take it seriously at all.
"There is someone selling recipes in the bookstore. I would like you to appraise it and suggest a selling price."
"Is this the one next to you?"
"Exactly."
"Quite young."
Old Man Jun softened his tone and said, "Boy, it's pretty cool to be able to research your own recipes at a young age. How many stars are you as a chef?"
"No stars."
"ah?"
"I've been very busy. This is my first time in the city."
Zhang Wei told the truth and felt there was no need to lie.
Old Man Jun spat out a mouthful of tea and angrily scolded the manager: "You are older and more stupid than me!"
"Anyone dares to get it from me. Do you think I have nothing to do? Get out of here! Get out of here!"
The manager winced when he was sprayed and pulled Zhang Wei to leave.
Zhang Wei is naturally unwilling, otherwise where would the money come from?
I pushed the manager away and thought about my wording for a moment.
Zhang Wei is quite experienced in dealing with such a stubborn old man.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wei deliberately put on a sarcastic tone: "Haha, I was an outdoor expert at that time, but it turns out that I am still a scornful person! Coming here today is a waste of time!"
With that said, he turned around and left.
As expected, Old Man Jun immediately shouted angrily: "Stop! What did you say?"
"I said you are a bitch looking down on others!"
The bookstore manager on the side was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and he stepped forward to cover Zhang Wei's mouth.
"My little ancestor, please stop talking. Do you know who the person in front of you is?"
"who?"
"A gourmet! A true gourmet, he has tasted countless delicacies in his life, and has been criticized by countless chefs. He is a person like Mount Tai and Beidou!"
Zhang Wei snorted coldly: "Gourmet? You don't even read your works and reject people just based on your identity. Is this how you become a gourmet? After all, you're just an amateur!"
"shut up!"
Old Man Jun shouted loudly!
"Today I want to see what amazing works you can come up with!"
"Bring it here!" The old man stretched out his hand.
The manager on the side had his heart beating out of his throat, making Mr. Jun so angry. If he couldn't produce top-notch work, even he would be implicated.
"Ahem...I haven't written it yet. Do you have a pen and paper? I'll edit it right away. It'll be quick."