Qin Feng returned to the Qin Mansion and told his father and second mother what happened today.
After Qin Jian'an heard this, he became furious: "This is simply too much bullying. I won't sell their Wangyue residence, so I use this despicable method. Do you really think that I, a third-class general of the country, are easy to bully?"
The third-class Fengguo general, in the Daqian, can really be stepped on by anyone... Qin Feng did not answer, but silently watched his father pretending to be cool in front of his second mother. Establish an image as the head of the family.
After an impassioned speech, Qin Jianan felt comfortable and managed to send Er Niang away. Then he coughed dryly and said, "So, Feng'er, what do you think?"
I knew it would be like this... Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and immediately told his father his own solution.
When Qin Jian'an heard this, he hesitated: "Feng'er, what's the difference between what you're doing and deceiving the people? I'm afraid it's not very good, right?"
Yes, it would be great to spread wealth like you do... Qin Feng complained in his heart, and then patiently explained: "It's because the City Lord's Mansion doesn't care about martial ethics first, we just did it." Just cope.
What's more, we didn't defraud people of their money by doing this. They naturally have their own ideas about where to eat. "
"Okay then." Dad finally agreed and immediately ordered his servants to do it.
Qin Feng also rushed to Jinyang City's Demon Slayer Division and met with Shi Ziming, the commander.
"You said you want to cooperate with our Demon Slayer Division?" Shi Ziming poured himself a glass of wine and smiled meaningfully.
"Yes, if Lord Si Zheng is willing to agree, I will give 30% of Wang Yueju's monthly profits to the Demon Slayer Division.
Moreover, people from the Demon Slayer Division will receive a 20% discount when they go to Wangyue Residence to eat. "
The Demon Slayer Department of Jinyang City receives very little salary from the imperial court every month. My colleagues in the Demon Slayer Department have already been miserable. By doing this, I will not only allow Wangyueju to be protected by the Demon Slayer Department, but I can also sell stones to make a fortune. Favor can be said to kill two birds with one stone... Qin Feng thought this way.
"Your words really make me excited, but as far as I know, your Wangyueju never seems to have much profit?
In this case, why don't I cooperate with the people in the City Lord's Mansion, but with your Qin family? "Shi Ziming put down the wine glass in his hand and tapped his fingers on the table.
"To tell you the truth, people from the City Lord's Mansion actually came to see me a long time ago." Shi Ziming looked at Qin Feng, waiting for his reaction.
"So what? Master Sizheng will not agree to them." Qin Feng looked determined.
"Why are you so sure? You know, more than 50% of the restaurants in Jinyang City are now under the name of the City Lord's Mansion.
In terms of profit alone, I should be working with them, right? "Shi Ziming is still testing.
"The reason is very simple. If Mr. Si Zheng really wants to cooperate with them, he won't be able to stay here and listen to what I have to say.
Moreover, the Ye family of the City Lord's Mansion is obviously related to the Imperial Capital's Ministry of War. As far as I know, the Demon Slayer Department and the Ministry of War have always been at odds with each other, so it is impossible for Lord Sizheng to cooperate with them.
Of course, the most important point is that compared to the City Lord's Mansion, investing in me is a sure-fire deal. "Qin Feng shouted loudly.
Shi Ziming couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "It's good to be young." After saying this, he pushed an empty wine glass to Qin Feng and helped him fill it up with wine.
When Qin Feng saw this, he knew that the cooperation was almost certain.
"I promise you."
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the confirmation.
"But I have a condition." Shi Ziming said leisurely.
"What conditions?"
"Within two months, you will take over all the restaurants in Jinyang City except those under the name of the city lord's mansion, and our Demon Slayer Division wants 20% of the profits from all your restaurants."
Qin Feng frowned and pondered, but then heard Shi Ziming speak again: "Do you know why the City Lord's Palace wants to buy restaurants in the city?"
"Please ask Mr. Si Zheng to clarify my doubts."
"The people from the Ministry of Industry of Fengtian City have already been digging the official Huarong Road in the southern region a few months ago under the orders of Emperor Ming. If nothing goes wrong, it will only take less than three months to dig the Huarong Road. Go outside Jinyang City." Shi Ziming raised his head and drank a glass of wine.
Qin Feng was shocked when he heard the news.
From ancient times to the present, one of the key factors that promotes the development of a place is transportation!
If Huarong Road can really be opened outside Jinyang City, then Jinyang City will no longer be a small unknown city. After all, the geographical location here is excellent. If it were not restricted by the surrounding mountains and unfavorable transportation, it would be able to grow and develop.
The emergence of official channels can solve this problem!
This news is so valuable!
Qin Feng's eyes were shining with gold, but there was still a trace of doubt in his heart: "It will cost a lot of money and manpower to open up official channels, but Daqian's current treasury is tight, how can Emperor Ming agree?"
After all, Shi Ziming is the Sizheng of one side and knows far more than Qin Feng: "Because this idea was jointly proposed by the three departments of Hu Binggong, and the most important thing is that the Tianjian National Division also suggested that Emperor Ming dig Huarong Road. "
Qin Feng took a deep breath. The Imperial Master of Heavenly Supervisor, a person below ten thousand people, a person who stood at the top of the Wen Sheng Dao Tradition, all spoke. No wonder Emperor Ming would agree.
"I understand, within two months, the Qin family will take over the rest of the restaurants.
But now, there is one more thing that needs Mr. Si Zheng’s help. "
"explain."
...
After Qin Feng finished explaining, he said goodbye and left.
Shi Ziming looked at Qin Feng's leaving figure, and the smile on his face became even brighter: "The Qin family really has an incredible person... Here comes someone!"
Not long after, a piece of gossip quickly spread in the streets and alleys of Jinyang City.
"Have you heard? Wangyueju has a new dish called hot pot. It can strengthen your body and is not expensive. Ordinary people can afford it."
"Why did I hear that hot pot can help you grow taller and nourish yin and yang?"
"What I heard is that eating that hot pot can improve your beauty."
"Ah? Why did I hear that eating it can make you immortal?"
"..."
No one knew what would happen after eating hot pot, but their curiosity was aroused and they rushed towards Wangyue Residence.
It's still a street away from Wangyue Residence, and the pleasant aroma hits the nostrils, whetting one's appetite.
Some people swallowed their saliva and wanted to go in and try this dish called hot pot.
But when they saw the long queue at the entrance of Wangyue Residence, they were all dumbfounded.
Since when do you have to queue up for a meal?
Is that thing called hot pot really so magical?
Just when the people were surprised, a group of adults with demon-slaying orders on their waists walked out of Wangyue Center with satisfied expressions on their faces.
"After eating so much delicious food, I have never felt so comfortable as I do today."
"Isn't that right? Fortunately, we came early. If we were late, we might not even be able to drink a sip of hot soup."
"Brothers, remember to be early tomorrow. I'll treat you."
"Then it's settled!"
A few people crossed their shoulders and put on their vests and left with satisfaction, leaving everyone present stunned.
What surprised them even more was that the waiter in Wangyue Chuzhong actually walked out of a shop and put up a plaque that read - Ingredients are limited, and the limit is 300 people per day.
The crowd was completely dumbfounded. They looked at each other, but after a few breaths, they all lined up at the back of the line, hoping that they would be lucky enough to be one of the three hundred people...
