Chapter 7 Hot discussion in the city
After 9 o'clock, although some people walked into Rao Mingyang's shop one after another, no one stopped and tried a bowl of crispy pork, soy milk, mung bean powder that costs 100 yuan per bowl.
Rao Mingyang's sky-high breakfast also spread to all corners of Meitan County through the people who left.
"Do you know, there was a sky-high breakfast on Garden Street today, with crispy meat, soy milk, mung bean powder 100 yuan per bowl!"
"Sky-high breakfast? Then report it quickly and expose it, let the Industrial and Commercial Bureau investigate him!"
"If you can't report it, people clearly marked the price and wrote it on the wall in large characters, so there is no problem of consumption traps."
"Which one sells crispy meat, soy milk, mung bean powder?"
"Just the one opposite the fat fried rice!"
"I know that mung bean powder. I have eaten it at his house. The boss is Rao Mingyang. The mung bean powder he cooks is so unpalatable that he dares to sell it for 100 yuan a bowl?"
"Who knows what he thinks! At his level, it turns out that few people can eat 8 yuan per bowl, so they dare to sell 100 yuan per bowl?"
"You guys tell me, is Rao Mingyang's head clamped by the door?"
"I don't know if Rao Mingyang's head is clamped by the door. Anyway, I know that no one will go to eat his sky-high mung bean powder. I ate a bowl of Chanwang noodles in the breakfast shop diagonally opposite his house, and it took more than ten minutes. During this period, I haven't seen anyone staying in his store. I guess he can't sell a bowl of this price."
"That's sure, such expensive mung bean powder is of poor quality, so I'll go and eat it!"
These are all the ordinary people who are unknown inside and are mixed with surprise, surprise, disdain, contempt and ridicule.
Among those who understand the inside story, Zhou Xianying went to work on the first day and was the general manager of the Hut Hotel (five-star) that day. Naturally, she was so busy that she had no time to talk about these gossips. Yue Qianling is the boss of the Tea Group with a net worth hundreds of millions. She has a noble status and will not talk about breakfast with her subordinates. As for Chen Wensong and Chen Wenjing, the two brothers and sisters, they are already in their online world and have no time to tell people about breakfast!
The only ordinary diner is too weak to cover up the slander that everyone talks about. Even when he told his colleagues that he ate a bowl of mung bean powder that cost 100 yuan this morning, he was despised by his colleagues as having a problem with his head.
No matter how delicious Rao Mingyang's crispy mung bean powder is, no one believes it. Everyone agrees that in the small county of Meitan, there is no breakfast worth 100 yuan per bowl. Those who can make this level of breakfast must have gone to big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen to open high-end restaurants to make a fortune. Where can they stay in a mountainous area in northern Guizhou like Meitan County?
His behavior was naturally given the title of luxury, waste, and fool by his colleagues, and he was criticized.
Let’s talk about Rao Mingyang’s place. The fat man’s fried restaurant across the street does not sell breakfast, but only sells Chinese and dinner. Therefore, they opened the store several hours later than Rao Mingyang. Moreover, the shop manager and waiter first came to prepare. The boss Han Fat Man usually comes late after 10 o’clock, which is the privilege of the boss and chef.
Fatty Han entered the store, and the store manager and the waiters greeted the boss one after another. Fatty Han nodded and went into the kitchen to check the clerks' preparations.
When Fatty Han checked the preparations of the clerks, the store manager Zhuo Yu whispered while accompanying him to check: "Boss, do you know that the crispy pork, soy milk, mung bean powder opposite us has increased the price?"
Fatty Han was stunned and asked in surprise: "Add price increase? What price does he increase? We don't dare to increase the price for such a hot business, but he dares to increase the price for such a bleak business?"
Zhuo Yu chuckled softly: "It may be because they have a bad business, so they want to increase the price. We make small profits but quick turnover, and they may want to make large profits but quick turnover!"
Fatty Han laughed and sneered: "Young man, I really think about it every time I go, and I don't think about it at all! By the way, he used to be 8 yuan per bowl, how much is it now?"
Hearing this question, Zhuo Yu smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess!"
"10 yuan per bowl?"
"It's less!"
“12 yuan?”
"It's less!"
"Is it 15 yuan?"
"It's still less!"
"Damn, does he dare to rise from 8 yuan per bowl to 20 yuan per bowl? Our most expensive bacon and sausage fried rice is only 18 yuan per bowl. Is his bowl of soup noodles more expensive than our fried rice?"
Zhuo Yu shook his head and said, "It's still less!"
Fatty Han was completely fainted and asked, "How many exactly?"
At this time, another waiter next to him couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Boss, Rao Mingyang's mung bean powder has increased to 100 yuan per bowl!"
"Ah? How much?" Fatty Han asked in disbelief, suspected that he had heard the wrong ear.
When Zhuo Yu and several other waiters told him with certainty that Rao Mingyang really increased mung bean flour to 100 yuan per bowl, Fatty Han couldn't help but sigh: "It's such a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers! I, Fatty Han, has been in the Meitan catering industry for more than ten years, and has not sold fried rice for more than 20 yuan. He dares to sell a bowl of simple soup noodles for 100 yuan per bowl. He is really an old cow on a plane - he is so awesome!"
The clerks also talked: "Yes, it's just a matter of seeking death!"
"I'm too young and don't know how to do business at all!"
"It's better to maintain the original price, and you can eat it with some customers who don't choose the taste. Now, Mr. Gui eats his sky-high mung bean powder."
After hearing the clerks' comments, Fatty Han agreed and asked Zhuo Yu again: "Then have he sold a few bowls this morning?"
Zhuo Yu shook his head and said, "No. Since we opened the door after 8 o'clock, I have not seen anyone having breakfast in his store. Everyone who entered was scared out of his price!"
Fatty Han sneered: "I'll go and see if this kid's head is clamped by the door, and he actually did this!"
Then, Fatty Han dragged his fat body of nearly 200 kilograms across the road and walked into Rao Mingyang's shop.
As soon as he entered the door, Fatty Han saw the price description posted on the walls on both sides: "This store specializes in crispy pork, soy milk, mung bean powder, 100 yuan per bowl."
Fatty Han laughed secretly in his heart and greeted Rao Mingyang, who was sitting on a stool playing with his cell phone, "Xiao Rao, aren't you busy? What are you doing?"
Rao Mingyang, who was bored to read the novel, looked up and found that it was the fat fried rice boss Han, the opposite side. He quickly stood up and greeted: "Boss Han, sit down. I have nothing to do with it, I am reading the novel."
Fatty Han nodded, pointed to the price description on the wall, and asked, "I just heard that your mung bean powder has increased, so I'm curious to come and take a look. Did you really rise to 100 yuan per bowl?"
Rao Mingyang nodded and said, "Of course it's true!"
Fatty Han asked with a smile on his face, "Then how is the business this morning?"
Seeing his expression and thinking about his problem, Rao Mingyang suddenly realized that Fatty Han was here to inquire about information and read his own jokes.
"Fuck, everyone says that colleagues are enemies, and this fat man is not kind! Why not tease him!" Rao Mingyang thought this way and pretended to be frustrated and said, "Oh, I haven't sold a bowl!"
After getting the answer you want and satisfying your dark mentality, Fatty Han was very happy. However, he pretended to be sincere in comforting Rao Mingyang, "I am not busy, I am not busy, and I can't be anxious in doing business. There are always many rich people in this world. As long as the things you make are delicious, they don't care how much a bowl of money. Xiao Rao, I'm optimistic about you, come on!"
Then, Fatty Han left Rao Mingyang's breakfast shop with a disdainful expression and returned to his own shop.
Chapter completed!