"Five hundred thousand taels of silver!?" Yang Dong was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this group of Fanglou would actually make so much money.
How long has it been since I took care of it? It only took three or four months of hard work to make so much money in such a short period of time.
It seems that the noble men in the capital are really damn rich! When Luozhou was providing disaster relief, everyone cried out that they were poor and couldn't come up with any money.
Now it's on the little lady's belly, and each one costs more than the last! Who are these people? After Yang Dong complained for a while in his heart, he continued to speak: "In this way, now that our business in Qunfang Building has started, if you continue to stay here, Shopkeeper Cuihua, you are just wasting yourself. It’s just a good year.”
"I have a new business here, do you want to challenge yourself?" Cuihua's eyes lit up slightly after hearing this.
For her now, money has already become a number. She is alone and has lost her parents.
There is a sweetheart. Although he is a beggar, this old boy seems to be not short of money. Therefore, she didn't know what use her money was for.
On the contrary, the development of her career made her feel fresh and exciting like never before. She even felt that she had only found the meaning of life after living for so many years.
It's a pity that the start of Qunfang Building was so smooth that she didn't even need to spend any extra thought.
As long as the relationship with the yamen is taken care of, Qunfang Tower can sit back and relax. So much so that in the past month or so, she has basically been a hands-off shopkeeper, and the main part of her daily life is counting money.
The life of counting money is so boring and boring. Fortunately, just when Cuihua thought that her life had become extremely boring and she was considering asking Hong Laoliu to have a child, Yang Dong found a new challenge for her.
"May I ask Shopkeeper Cuihua, if you are interested in running a restaurant?"
"Running a restaurant?" When Cuihua heard this, a look of disbelief appeared on her cheeks. Although today's Qunfang Building also has catering.
But Yang Dong didn't make any special arrangements for catering. After all, Qunfang Building is originally a market that sells seafood. As for catering, if you can stutter, it's fine.
But it's obvious that Yang Dong wants to completely open a restaurant this time. As for why he had this idea, it was also an accident. I have to mention that the breakfast was prepared for the empress this morning.
While Yang Dong was preparing breakfast, an idea suddenly flashed in his head. In his last life, he read a lot of online articles. The first thing those time travelers did in nine out of ten was to open a restaurant, and then use cooking and other methods to conquer the world and make a lot of money.
Although he also created Immortal Drunk, he has not made much use of Immortal Drunk now. Of course, the main reason is that he does not have the energy to pay attention to this business.
However, if you have a restaurant selling stir-fried vegetables at home, and you can pair it with immortal drunkenness, then this business will be interesting.
And what he knows is not only cooking, but also hot pot, barbecue, and, by the way, Western desserts, etc., all of which are arranged for him.
Anyway, there is basically no shortage of seasonings in Dazhou these days. When it comes to making it, it’s just a question of the formula.
And the formula... Yang Dong suddenly thought of the Si Shanfang in the palace. Speaking of which, the manager of the Si Shanfang is good at getting things done. It's not difficult to ask him to do a favor, right?
After silently gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong said to Cuihua seriously: "The restaurant we are going to open this time is different from ordinary restaurants." Cuihua nodded, but there was no surprise on her face.
After all, this group of fragrant buildings is the only one in Dazhou. Mr. Yang has always done things differently. Even if you open a restaurant, this is naturally the case.
Yang Dong couldn't help but be a little surprised that Xiaoxiaosheng and Cuihua were not shocked. But he didn't care about this, and instead said: "As a chef in our restaurant, I will arrange some people from the palace to come and accept it. The internal formula is the highest secret, so confidentiality is a top priority. "
"Whether our restaurant can make money stably in the long term is up to you, shopkeeper Cuihua." Hearing this, Cuihua immediately nodded with eagerness.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I'm still somewhat sure about this matter." ... Late at night, outside the capital, in a not-so-spacious house, Xiao Xiaosheng returned home carrying a cloth bag, covered with stars and the moon.
At home, there is the useless son and the useless wife. Xiaoxiaosheng has nothing to say about his wife.
The person who could accompany him for most of his life had done many wrong things and taught his children bad things, but so what?
After all, they have gone through so many years... There is no love or hate. It seems that the two people just got along because they were used to each other's existence.
Feeling the coldness at home, Xiaoxiaosheng suddenly missed the little widow's warm embrace and intimate words of love...
"Old man, why are you back? Is the sun rising in the west today?" The prodigal gave Xiaoxiaosheng a cold look, then picked up a storybook and continued reading.
Xiaoxiaosheng's face darkened, and just when he was about to reprimand, his eyes suddenly froze. All attention was focused on the script.
On the cover, there were printed these few big words - "Back in the countryside, there is a lot of trouble in front of the widow's door" Xiaoxiaosheng's eyes couldn't help but light up. This author, whose name he didn't know, was so discerning.
This theme is one of Xiaoxiaosheng’s favorite themes. Xiaoxiaosheng always wanted to write, but he had no idea, so he could only look for inspiration on the theme of knocking on the widow's door at night. Of course, he spent more than a month looking for this inspiration... Seeing his son reading with great interest, Xiaoxiaosheng's expression suddenly changed, he picked up the sole of his shoe and pointed it directly at his forehead to say hello.
"You bastard, what kind of messy books are you reading at such a young age?" He said, patted the sole of his shoe, and snatched the book away with his backhand.
The prodigal son was in pain, covering his head and looking at Xiaoxiaosheng with an angry expression.
"Are you being unreasonable, old man? I bought this with my own money. If you want to see it, go and buy it yourself!"
"You call yourself Lao Tzu in front of me, are you going to rebel against Tiangang?" Xiaoxiaosheng cursed angrily, picked up the sole of his shoe again, and said hello to the prodigal son's butt.
The prodigal son is now just over sixteen, but he has become a thorn in the side of his mother. Unfortunately, facing the fierce Xiaoxiaosheng, he was still at a disadvantage.
