Ping'an Restaurant, Fucheng, Guangzhou.
This is a five-story restaurant.
It is obvious that the construction technology used here already has cement structure in it.
Zhu Ying naturally covered the entire fifth floor.
In fact, generally speaking, restaurants do not allow this, so in the end, some power was naturally used, such as Jin Yiwei's waist card.
When the shopkeeper saw the descendants, they were frightened.
The notorious and famous Jinyiwei came to his restaurant. If he didn't serve him well, he would be killed.
Behead first and then report, the imperial power has granted permission, which scares individuals to death.
"Sir, please have a try. Our restaurant is the famous Ping'an Tea House in the capital. These pastries have been personally trained by the masters of Ping'an Tea House."
"Especially this steamed bun, it is white and soft. It is said that both my grandson and your majesty like to eat it very much."
"Just this steamed bun, and there is a legendary story."
After the restaurant owner and the waiter served tea, he personally stood beside him to accompany him.
Zhu Ying smiled when he heard this and said, "Tell me what kind of story it is."
Regarding his own business plan, Zhu Ying generally gave a direction and basically had no involvement in the specific implementation.
In terms of catering, Zhu Ying obviously has great advantages, especially in brand chain operations.
At present, basically the entire Ming Dynasty has blossomed everywhere.
Zhu Ying was not just trying to gain celebrity status like later generations. After all, it was all his family's business, so there was no need to ruin his reputation.
Today's Ping'an Teahouse is already the headquarters of the entire Ming Dynasty. Because of the Taisun's sign, the daily flow of people is always full. In addition to the never-sleeping city in the capital, the store no longer feels like it is closed.
It is twelve consecutive hours.
Even in the early morning, there was still a long queue outside.
Except for some distinguished nobles and ministers, it is really difficult to take a bite.
For the expansion of Ping An Tea House, a cooperative business model has been adopted.
That is to say, Ping An Teahouse arranges training, including waiters, chefs, management, etc. Holding 51% of the shares, investors hold 49% and are responsible for site construction and personnel recruitment.
The accounting office of each store is sent by Ping An Tea House headquarters.
Under such circumstances, Ping'an Teahouse's branches did not have to consider the issue of funds at all. Each training started with hundreds of people, and they frantically opened stores in various prefectures, prefectures, and even counties in the Ming Dynasty.
In just a few years, a chain storm has formed.
I don’t know exactly how many Zhu Ying stores there are, but basically cities with slightly better economics will have Ping An Tea House branches.
Here in Guangzhou Fucheng, although he is somewhat involved with the grandson.
But Uncle Zhang has already said hello that the local government will be responsible for the branch's problems. The capital will not intervene. It will be done as it should be. If there are any violations, it will be dealt with normally.
If a branch is found to be acting in Taisun's name, severe penalties will be imposed. Depending on the seriousness of the case, shares and operating rights may be confiscated.
The profits from the branch do not need to be transported to the capital, but can be deposited directly into the royal bank in the local capital.
Food is the most important thing for the people.
In terms of food, it is really very profitable.
Especially in a populous country like Ming Dynasty.
The meals, pastries, and even drinks at Ping'an Tea House are mainly targeted at mid-to-high-end consumer groups. Although they are more expensive than other places, the reputation is not bad.
In order to better control the branches, including service quality, food taste and other aspects, Zhu Ying set up an internal investigation department.
The capital will arrange personnel every month to conduct secret investigations on chain restaurants across the country.
To put it simply, I just ran over and had two meals to see if there was any problem, and finally wrote an investigation report and sent it to the capital headquarters.
There are probably two to three hundred undercover investigators in total. For restaurants across the country, basically every one to two months.
There will be secret investigators coming.
These staff will not reveal themselves after eating, and even if they have problems, they will only report them to the headquarters. This makes branches everywhere pay great attention to in-store management.
In fact, Zhu Ying already knew what the shopkeeper was going to say.
Good wine is also afraid of deep alleys.
Soft article promotion is still necessary.
The shopkeeper began to tell the story with a smile.
"This Ping'an Teahouse was first opened by His Highness Taisun." When the shopkeeper mentioned Taisun, he would shake his head and bow in the direction of the capital to show respect.
"My grandson faked his death due to illness when he was young. At that time, quack doctors were everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, but they didn't notice it and sealed the grandson directly in a coffin."
"God couldn't bear to watch it. On the day my grandson was buried in the Xiaoling Mausoleum, thunder rolled from the sky and the earth dragon rolled over, forcefully knocking the coffin into the underground river, so that my grandson could survive."
"It's just that my grandson is young. After he came to the underworld, he disturbed the whole underworld."
"Who is your grandson? God will protect you. I heard that in the past life, he was a god in heaven. In this life, he is an immortal. He dares not care about the bull-headed and horse-faced people. Even if the Lord of Hell sees him, he will call him "young master" Woolen cloth."
Zhu Ying's face was filled with a smile, but she was so embarrassed that she almost dug her toes out.
He indeed ordered Yuan Jiachi, the capital's newspaper secretary, to be responsible for artistic processing of his story to a certain extent.
Later, because of the war against Japan, I didn’t pay much attention to it.
I didn’t expect it to be compiled so outrageously.
What a fucking talent.
Don't tell me, if I weren't the protagonist of this story, it would be quite interesting.
Zhu Yunxi next to him heard the call with great interest.
Even the several Jin Yiwei who were responsible for guarding the surroundings had their ears perked up.
"Does Your Excellency know about His Highness Taisun's amnesia?" the shopkeeper asked at this time.
Zhu Ying nodded: "I understand."
The shopkeeper continued: "Speaking of how great the grandson was back then, it was the time when even a seven-year-old or eight-year-old dog would be considered the naughtiest. His majesty and the queen doted on him. There were no taboos in the palace. He was the little overlord of the palace. He was the prince. When His Highness was alive, he wanted to take a detour when he saw it."
Even dogs hate this word, which makes Jin Yiwei's eyes sharpen.
Zhu Yunxi also frowned slightly.
This seems a bit offensive.
However, Zhu Ying doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, because such terms are obviously more down-to-earth, more humane, and are accepted by the people.
The shopkeeper has told this story countless times, and he naturally knows this, but he doesn't care. After all, this is what the capital has already allowed, and even if someone is looking for trouble, they can get away with it.
"My grandson has been growing up in the palace in his early years. After this soul arrived in the underworld, of course he felt strange. He looked here and did things there. The bull-headed and horse-faced people following him could only wipe our grandson's butt. The whole thing The underworld is bustling with excitement."
"This soul has arrived in the underworld. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, of course it's time to drink Meng Po soup."
"Originally, our great-grandson has not yet finished his life, so he doesn't need to drink the Meng Po soup, but he is so naughty. Seeing so many people queuing up to drink, he wants to drink a bowl no matter what, and there is nothing that can stop him."
"Then Po Meng didn't give it to me, so my grandson grabbed the spoon, poured it on himself, and took a big bite."
"At this time, even if the King of Hell comes over, there is nothing he can do. He can only watch his grandson falling asleep like this."
"Our grandson's health was not very good in the mortal world. The Prince of Hell was afraid of being blamed, so he secretly used magic power to cure his body, and then quickly sent Hun'er up."
"After our grandson woke up, he naturally forgot who he was and went to the Western Regions by accident."
"But who is our grandson? God is protecting him. When he arrived in the Western Regions, he founded a huge group of merchants. I heard that when my grandson was in the Western Regions, all the small countries in the Western Regions had to He acted based on the look in our grandson’s eyes.”
"This is our wife
Sun Na, no matter where he is, even if he has lost his memory, his light cannot be concealed. "
"It's just that the Lord of Hell is in a hurry underground. His grandson has not returned to the capital for a long time. What will the Ming Dynasty do?"
"It happened to be at this time that His Highness the Crown Prince passed away and arrived in the underworld."
"Originally it was father and son meeting, but when His Highness the Crown Prince asked, he found out that his son was not in the underworld, but still alive and well in the world. He immediately scolded the Lord of Hell."
"The Prince of Hell checked and found out that the grandson happened to be in Peiping. His Highness thought, isn't that the territory of the fourth brother King Yan, so he hurriedly gave King Yan a dream and asked him to bring the grandson back to the capital."
"When King Yan woke up, he thought it was just a dream, but he actually saw his grandson. He quickly took his grandson to the capital to attend the prince's funeral."
"That's it, His Highness Taisun finally returned to the capital."
"Your Highness, your great-grandson, was brought up by your Majesty himself a few years ago. Just by looking at him, you knew he was your own eldest grandson."
"It's just that in everyone's eyes, this man has been dead for so many years, so no one would believe him if he looks similar."
"Our Majesty is also a god in the sky, the reincarnation of Emperor Xuanwu. Hearing other people's doubts, he immediately dug up the grandson's tomb."
"This mausoleum was dug up to prove that His Highness the Grand Sun was still alive. When he was buried, all the officials were watching, and there was no room for lies."
"Let's dig it up and take a look. Sure enough, the tomb has been empty for a long time. There are no coffins anywhere. And when we look at it, there is an underground river underneath. Wouldn't it be that the truth is revealed?"
"Our Ming Dynasty has your majesty, the old immortal, and your great grandson, the little immortal. How can we not be strong and prosperous if these two immortals are put together?"
"Look, it has only been a few years since my grandson entered the palace, and all the people of Ming Dynasty have really lived a good life."
"To tell you the truth, my father was a refugee in the Meng Yuan Dynasty. Now I have caught up with the good times and become the owner of this restaurant. If I didn't have a grandson, I don't know where to beg, and I have to live a life without a meal. life."
After telling the whole story, the shopkeeper is eloquent, eloquent, extremely fluent and has no stuck at all.
Finally, he embellished it with his own real situation and praised the beautiful life of the Ming Dynasty. It really makes people believe it.
This story is interspersed with stories about the prince, King Yan, and even gods and ghosts.
Secretly affirming the correctness of the Ming Dynasty's imperial power, he also explained in detail the legendary past of Taisun's resurrection from the dead.
The twists and turns of the story, related to the royal family, politically correct, and secretly fueled, naturally spread far and wide.
Zhu Ying realized it later after listening to it.
No wonder the soldiers, officials, and people had such fanatical looks in their eyes during the southern tour. It turned out that the root cause was this.
Today, when the illiteracy rate remains high, for many people, Zhu Ying is a living god walking in the world.
If Zhu Ying started a sect now, it would probably become the largest sect in the world.
"Well said, I'll reward you."
Seeing the eager look in the shopkeeper's eyes, Zhu Ying hurriedly gave instructions to the guard next to him.
The shopkeeper originally wanted to evade the offer, but when he saw the hundred-guan treasure note that the guard took out, he swallowed all his words.
"Thank you, sir, for the reward." The shopkeeper quickly bowed and bowed.
Then he said with a whisper: "I see that your Excellency is very interested in the affairs of His Highness Taisun. I have a copy of "The Ming Emperor's Grandson" here. The things I just mentioned are written here."
"Because His Highness the Grand Sun is involved, it is not allowed to be widely published. I, the second one, managed to get a copy from the capital through some help."
"I have a chance to meet you today, so I will give you this book to read. It is far more detailed and exciting than what the little old man told you."
As the shopkeeper spoke, he took it out from his pocket and placed it respectfully on the table.
Zhu Ying was quite confused, so he accepted the offer.
The shopkeeper didn't dare to delay any longer and left after apologizing.
Zhu
Yunhe, with quick eyes and quick hands, took away the hardcover book on the desk and said eagerly: "Brother, let me take a look first."
Zhu Ying is actually a little curious about how he is written about himself in this book, but Zhu Yunxi has already spoken, and as an elder brother, of course he cannot be stingy.
The worst case scenario is that after returning to the capital, I will summon Yuan Jiachi, the editor-in-chief of the Di Newspaper Division, and ask in detail who wrote it.
"Okay, take it."
After hearing his eldest brother's promise, Zhu Yunxi immediately put it away happily.
Then he asked with some suspicion: "Brother, when you arrived in the underworld, you really stole Meng Po's soup."
The amazing Meng Po soup.
Hearing this question, Zhu Ying was speechless.
He turned his head subconsciously and found that several Jin Yiwei were also leaning slightly, obviously unable to hold back and wanting to hear what he had to say.
Zhu Ying had no choice but to deal with it casually: "My brother was young at that time..."
Just at this moment, a burst of footsteps came.
It was Qianhu Shidi of Jin Yiwei who Zhu Ying had arranged to find out the news.
"Excuse me... Young Master, I have brought the files about the Guangdong Chengxuan Government Envoy and the Guangzhou Government Office."
After Steve handed over the file, he felt a little strange.
Several Jinyi guards, including His Highness Yunxi, seemed to look at him with a hint of resentment.
I was suddenly shocked.
Could it be that something happened during the time he was away?
It’s hard to understand right now, so I’ll ask my subordinates later.
Zhu Ying opened the file and began to check the situation in Guangzhou.
The backend of the Hong Kong dental shop is obviously the Guangzhou government office.
The Guangdong Provincial Government Envoy is also located in the capital city of Guangzhou.
Zhu Ying didn't believe that such matters could be hidden from the Prime Minister. There must be a bigger involvement here.
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