It has been a week since the Youran Farm Steamed Bun Shop opened. Because the price of steamed buns has returned to three yuan a piece, there are fewer customers than on the day it opened, but there are still long queues every day.
Fatty Luo and Gu Weiwei had already gone back to work, and the store was short of manpower. Aunt Qi recommended two fellow villagers to Li Youran. One was 25-year-old Zhao Cuihua, a simple rural girl with slightly dark skin on her face, but with a healthy rosy look.
, there is a mole on the corner of his mouth. He used to work as a housekeeper in Jinxiu Mingyuan, a high-end residential area nearby. He worked very quickly. However, he resigned angrily because the hostess of his original employer made things difficult for him. Currently, he has nothing to do.
The other one is named Feng Daniu. He is thirty years old this year, with a dark face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong body. He used to be a worker at Uncle Qi's construction site. He is a simple and honest man. Because the contractor absconded with the money, Feng Daniu couldn't even pay for the trip back to his hometown.
No more. Frustrated, I was introduced here by Uncle Qi.
Li Youran was very satisfied with these two people and immediately agreed to stay on a trial basis. The salary was initially set at 1,500 yuan per month, including food and accommodation, plus performance bonuses.
Li Youran breathed a sigh of relief that the manpower problem was solved. As the Spring Festival was approaching, a large number of foreign workers returned to their hometowns, so it was not that easy to recruit suitable manpower.
Due to the booming business of the Baozi Shop, the current sales are mainly take-out. The business area of the store has always been empty, but it is obviously impossible to fully open it. Li Youran discussed with Aunt Qi and Sun Xiaoying and decided to allow the elderly, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant customers to have a place in the store.
The right to dine in the business area of the store. The store also increases the supply of soy milk and cold dishes.
As soon as the announcement was posted, it was very popular among customers. For a time, the six dining tables in the bun shop became the most popular place for activities and exchanges among the elderly people around. People came and went every day, making it very lively.
At noon that day, Li Youran was busy at the takeout shop when he suddenly heard a shout:
"Baozi man, it's really you!"
Li Youran subconsciously looked up and saw a thin man who looked like a student wearing glasses not far away, staring at him with a surprised look on his face.
"Baozi man, I finally found you." The bespectacled student ran towards Li Youran.
Li Youran had a black line on his forehead. When did he wear such a nickname? He screamed without my consent.
"Baozi man, you don't remember me. I often take care of your business in front of Tianhai University." The student with glasses said eagerly.
He turns out to be a student at Tianhai University, but there are so many customers every day, how can I remember everyone clearly? Li Youran thought to himself, but still managed a smile and said to the student with glasses: "Hello, my name is Li Youran.
Welcome to Youran Farm.”
"Haha, Baozi Man, you became the boss so quickly. No wonder we can't find you." The bespectacled student looked up at the signboard of the Baozi shop.
"Youran Farm, it's interesting. I remember it. Baozi Man, you are a celebrity now, and I am still the backbone of your fan group. My name is Chen Rang, please sign for me."
Damn it, I'm not a gorilla, so why do I sign and have a fan club? Li Youran's head was spinning and he could only smile bitterly.
Li Youran's slow movements caused dissatisfaction among the customers in line.
"Hey, this is not a place for chatting. After selling the buns, you can go chat wherever you want and no one will care."
Li Youran smiled sheepishly at the customers and said:
"I'm sorry, everyone, this is a friend of mine and he has something to leave. Give me some face and let him buy it first."
When the first few customers in the queue heard what he said, they just muttered a few words and accepted it as acquiescence.
Li Youran turned to Chen Liang and said:
"It's free if you sign. Do you want to buy steamed buns? How many do you want?"
Chen Liang was also worried about causing public outrage, so he stopped pestering and ordered ten buns. Before leaving, he said to Li Youran:
"Baozi man, I'm leaving. I'll bring a bunch of buddies to support you later."
"My name is Li Youran." Li Youran repeated angrily. Why doesn't this person have a long memory?
"Haha." Chen Liang smiled and waved, then turned around and left with the bun bag in hand.
Sun Xiaoying next to her giggled and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Steamed bun man, haha, such a nice name."
Li Youran glared at Sun Xiaoying angrily, but as a leader he had never had any authority. The latter obviously didn't care and kept laughing.
It really failed, forget it, the best way is to ignore it. Li Youran stopped talking and immersed himself in work.
In the sun room on the second floor of Wu Ji Ramen Restaurant, Boss Wu stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the long queue downstairs, his face shrouded in gloom.
Since the steamed bun shop next door opened, the business of the ramen shop has dropped by more than 40%. This was only possible after he replenished the soup ingredients and asked the master chefs to work hard and use their best skills.
"Squeak." The door was pushed open and Wu Mao, wearing a leather jacket, walked in.
"How's it going? Have you found anything?" Boss Wu turned around and asked.
"Damn it, there's nothing." Wu Mao sat on the sofa, pulled open his collar, picked up the teapot, poured a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
"I've been staring at the back door of the bun shop for the past few days. I saw their guys changing gas tanks and buying rice and noodles with various ingredients. I just didn't see a big cabbage coming in. It's really weird." Wu Mao said irritably,
It seems that the job of a spy is still very hard.
"Is it possible that you missed it, or that they have a lot of cabbage in stock and won't need to outsource it for a while?" Boss Wu asked with a frown.
"No, the waiter and I take turns watching, and we won't miss anything. Moreover, their business is so booming, and the only type of steamed buns is pork and cabbage filling. The consumption of cabbage should be very large, so there is no way they have that much stock.
"Once, I asked the waiter to climb up the courtyard wall and take a look, but there was not a single cabbage in the courtyard."
Boss Wu frowned and walked back and forth in the room several times, stopped and said:
"Wu Mao, you continue to keep an eye on the steamed stuffed bun shop. We can't just sit back and take some action. In this way, we will reduce the price for a period of time. The steamed stuffed bun shop has just opened, so there shouldn't be much money to spend with us."
"Uncle, this is a way to kill a thousand enemies and damage yourself by eight hundred. I think it's better to add some of that ingredient to the old soup." Wu Mao suggested.
"No, we are a time-honored brand. If we do something like that, if we are reported, our brand will be ruined." Boss Wu flatly denied it.
"Then... let's talk about it then. I'll go to the front desk first to promote the price reduction." Wu Mao was a little reluctant, but he didn't insist anymore, got up and left.
Boss Wu sat silently on the sofa. He had worked hard for so many years to build the foundation in front of him. Could it be that God was going to set another hurdle for him this time?