You know, Wangyueju is a three-story luxury restaurant. Every month is a monthly salary for paying staff. It costs a lot of money to buy ingredients. If the turnover shrinks significantly, then the loss must be a lot of money.
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"Dad, what's going on? Didn't you say some time ago that there was no business in Wangyue Residence because of the appearance of evil spirits?
But three months ago, there was no evil invasion in Jinyang City, and this is your account book."
Qin Feng looked up at his father, only to see him dodge his eyes, and it took him a long time to explain the reason.
It turned out that three months ago, for some reason, the Lord of Jinyang City began to purchase restaurants in the city, and began to put pressure on other restaurants and engage in price wars. Many small restaurants lost business because of this, and Wangyueju's business naturally plummeted.
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The City Lord's Mansion took this opportunity to swallow up these small restaurants. So far, about 60% of the restaurants in Jinyang City have been owned by the City Lord's Mansion.
They also set their sights on Wangyue Jushang and offered to buy it many times. However, their father was stubborn and never agreed, resulting in increasing losses.
Of course, the main reason why Dad disagrees is because the food in the City Lord's Mansion is too ugly. He actually wants to buy the restaurant at half the original price. How can the miser-like dad be willing to do so?
After hearing this, Qin Feng fell into deep thought. To be honest, he was a little surprised by the drastic operation of the City Lord's Mansion. It was like trying to monopolize the entire restaurant industry in Jinyang City.
However, Jinyang City is just a small city with a small population. Even if it succeeds in monopolizing it, how much profit can it get from it?
At this time, Qin Jian'an sighed and said: "The Qin family's property is almost ruined by Wangyueju. I'm actually already considering whether to sell the restaurant to the city lord's mansion at a low price. Anyway, since I bought this restaurant,
Our family has never made any money.
Maybe if I get rid of this burden, I can make achievements in other businesses."
Qin Feng immediately comforted him: "Dad, look at what you said, apart from this restaurant, you haven't made any money from other businesses."
What I fear most is the sudden silence of the air.
Seeing his father's face turning red and white, Qin Feng directly chose to show off his cards: "Dad, actually I have a way to bring the restaurant back to life."
"You?" Qin Jian'an heard this and sneered, as if this could restore his lost dignity.
"Feng'er, it's not that I look down on you. Although you are a scholar and have a good mind, doing business is not as simple as what you read in the books.
Your father and I have been studying this stuff for more than ten years, but we still dare not say that we have entered this industry. You have never been exposed to it, how dare you boast about it?
You should just study peacefully and leave the making of money to me."
I just don't trust you, that's why I want to take charge of the family's finances. Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "Dad, how about I make a bet with you?"
"What bet?"
"If I can bring Wang Yueju back to life, from now on, I will be in charge of the Qin family's treasury."
Hearing this, Qin Jianan raised his eyebrows: "What if you didn't do it?"
"Then I will stop asking about these things."
"Huh? I obviously lost this bet, why should I agree to it?"
"Because you don't promise me, I will show these account books to my second mother."
What I fear most is that the air will become quiet again.
Qin Jian'an pointed at Qin Feng, his mouth opened, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Where are you two ladies?" Qin Feng took the account book and turned to leave.
"I promise you!" Qin Jian'an, who was threatened, had no choice but to agree to this unequal bet: "So, what are you going to do?"
Qin Feng turned and looked at the sky. It was already November, and the weather was getting colder and colder. On days like this, what could make people feel happier than eating a steaming meal of spicy hot pot?
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"Dad, I want you to go to Qiyang Town again."
The next day, it will be dawn.
Outside the Qin Mansion, there were already more than ten carriages carrying goods lined up.
The back of each carriage was covered with a thick quilt, which looked very tight.
Qin Jian'an and Qin Feng stood at the front of the team. Beside them, Xing Sheng stood holding a halberd. On both sides of the carriage, there were four men dressed as warriors. They were all guards hired from the Demon Slayer Division.
Qin Jian'an slowly opened a corner of the quilt, and a burst of cold air came out. He looked inside the quilt, and there were ice cubes everywhere he could see!
"Feng'er, can this method really ensure that the fish shipped from Qiyang Town will still be fresh?"
"Dad, this is the method I read in the book. It's called refrigeration. As long as you are faster, there will be no problem." This is true, but the method of refrigeration is what Qin Feng learned from the book in his previous life.
thinking in mind.
Qin Jianan nodded, but his expression was still dubious.
"Also, Dad, don't forget, in addition to going to Qiyang Town to buy enough fish this time, the Cold Star Grass is also essential. You can collect as much as you have!"
"I know, how many times have you reminded me of this? I really don't understand. It's just weeds beside the rocks at the bottom of the lake. Why do you value it so much?"
"Of course I'm useful."
The father and son chatted for a few more words and then parted.
Before leaving, Qin Feng said to Xing Sheng, "I'll leave it to you for this journey."
"No matter what my uncle said, I will do my best to protect my safety."
The team marched towards the west gate in a mighty manner. It was not until the last carriage disappeared on the horizon that Qin Feng looked back.
The sun had slowly risen. Qin Feng turned around and was about to go to the Demon Slayer Division. At this time, a graceful blue figure came into view.
"Miss Lan? Why are you here?" Qin Feng asked curiously.
"Xing Sheng is not here, so I will be responsible for that uncle's safety." Lan Ningshuang held a long sword, folded her arms and leaned against the door beam.
Qin Feng once again thought of the scene that night, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the part wrapped in the evil white cloth, and he cried out in his heart that it was a pity.
If you don’t wear a good bellyband, why wear a bra wrap?
By the way, who invented something like the bra wrap? Do you dare to stand in front of the majority of male compatriots?
"Uncle, what are you looking at?" Lan Ningshuang asked with a frown.
"Ah?" Qin Feng came back to his senses and coughed dryly: "The sword is good, where can I buy it?"
"The Divine Workshop of Fengtian City."
Qin Feng nodded: "You don't look ordinary at first glance. If you follow me, what will your young lady do?"
"Miss, there won't be any danger if you stay in the Qin Mansion. But I heard from Xing Sheng, uncle, are you going to leave the city?"
"Yes, I'm going to a place to collect some things. Now I'm planning to go to the Demon Slayer Division to hire a guard."