The first thing Yu Ben did when he arrived at the company was to call Shang Guan Xi and the demolition manager Zhou Ye for a small meeting.
The pineapple buns ordered by Zhou Ye had just arrived, so he tore them open and divided them between the other two.
The three people who were not hungry at first ate something, but they all became hungry and wanted to eat something else. Guan Xi suggested going to Zhou Ji Tea House for morning tea.
"If you want to convince the indigenous people, you must first understand them." Guan Xi said.
What is there to know.
Do you know how grandpa and grandma want to extort money?
Zhou Ye thought about it all night and finally came to this conclusion.
He followed reluctantly.
Zhouji Tea House is the only morning tea shop in Changlefang. It is a neighborhood business, and most of the diners inside have gray hair. There are baskets of snacks on demand, each basket weighing only a few chopsticks.
There are only four shrimp king dumplings in the small bamboo cage. When you bite into it, the whole big shrimp pops open in your mouth; there are five or six different ways to prepare chicken feet, with vinegar or soy sauce, cold or steamed, you can choose; dace fish The meatballs lay fresh and tender on the small plate, their snow-white color appetizing; the oyster spring rolls were fried to a crispy texture and were placed on the slender plate.
Zhou Ye looked at the exquisite copper cup in his hand: "It's quite Japanese."
Guan Xi said: "It's really not Japanese style. Changlefang's hand-made copper has always been of good quality. This is a domestic product."
Yu Ben said: "It's not famous."
Guan Jiao said: "Marketing cannot keep up and we lack brand awareness. We have good products, but the fragrance of wine is also afraid of the depth of the alley."
Zhou Ye said "Oh", turned the copper cup and put it back on the table.
The old man at the table behind him had a loud voice and called the waiter to ask: "What kind of tea is Orange American Style, tangerine peel tea?"
Guan Xuan turned around and saw Uncle Sun, the coppersmith. She had gone to Uncle Sun's place several times for research, and the two of them had exchanged brief greetings.
The waiter told Uncle Sun: "This is coffee! Orange coffee!"
Uncle Sun was confused: "Oranges and coffee? Has Lao Zhou's teahouse changed to selling drinks?"
Uncle Sun has been playing copper all his life. He is deaf and speaks loudly.
The surrounding diners looked sideways.
Before the waiter could reply, Boss Xiao Zhou, who was in his early twenties, ran over and greeted with a smile: "Grandma Jin, Uncle Sun! Dear mothers-in-law and uncles! Good morning! My father has retired. Please take care of my business in the future!"
Uncle Sun asked: "You sell drinks in the teahouse, can your father agree?"
Boss Xiao Zhou said while ordering: "Uncle, we also need to transform. Tea and tea are drinks. Tea and drinks have long been integrated."
Uncle Sun said: "I'm not used to drinking it. I'd better have a pot of secret dampness-removing tea. I feel very heavy recently."
Boss Xiao Zhou took out the drink list: "Why don't you try the new product in the store, black tea milk, boiled from Dahongpao, added with fresh milk, it is fragrant and strong. We don't sell dehumidification tea!"
Uncle Sun took the drink order and looked at it again and again: "...double milk tea, taro milk milk tea, brown sugar purple sweet potato milk tea, ancient black tea milk tea... What kind of ancient method is this?" He opened his old With both eyes, he kept asking urgently, "Dehumidification tea is your father's 20-year-old tradition, and it's not considered an ancient method? How can you just say it's gone? Are you not afraid of diners running away?"
"Uncle Sun! Don't be anxious, calm down quickly! You are still so angry!" Boss Xiao Zhou smoothed Uncle Sun's chest, then pointed around with a smile and said: "Uncle Sun! You are getting old! Who still cares about the old tradition? Diners eat in an elegant environment and exquisite food. Next week I will invite Internet celebrities to visit the store! Did you see that wall? It will be used to take photos of guests in the future. "
Guan Xi followed Boss Xiao Zhou's finger and looked at a white wall. Next to it was a blue street sign that read:
I miss you very much in Zhouji Mingcha
Ah this.
…It’s hard to comment.
Guan Xi looked bright and turned away.
Uncle Sun wanted to say something else, but Grandma Jin pulled off Uncle Sun's arm and shouted in a low voice: "Rangtou! Why are you so angry! Are you going to let Xiao Zhou open the door for business?"
Uncle Sun's voice was really loud, and people around him looked around.
Uncle Sun shut up angrily and took a cup of water to drink.
Grandma Jin turned to Boss Xiao Zhou and said regretfully: "You don't want the old photos hanging on that wall, they are so rare?"
Boss Xiao Zhou waved his hand: "Mother-in-law, no, that position is the God of Wealth position. I want to pay for the second master Guan."
Several old people looked at each other: "Has the position of the God of Wealth been changed?"
"No. Times have changed, and so have the customers. Of course, the God of Wealth will also change. Now it's all the Internet celebrities who bring the goods live! Without Internet celebrities to help me promote, I have no business! Alas, if I earn one dollar, the anchor will take it Nine cents, I’ll take one point, I can’t keep that many products, please forgive me!”
After a long silence, Uncle Sun laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's okay, it's okay, we are old and behind the times, we have to accept it, haha."
Several old people laughed dryly: "No, we have to make way for young people."
After laughing, I didn't know what expression to put on, and my lips were dry and stuck to my teeth.
The melody of the Cantonese song "Emperor's Flower" suddenly broke the silence. Uncle Sun took out his mobile phone, looked at the caller ID with his eyes squinted from a distance, pressed the answer button, and said loudly: "--Hello! Jia Xian?! "
After a few words, Uncle Sun stood up suddenly and dragged Grandma Jin: "Go quickly, go quickly, something happened!"
Grandma Jin stood up holding the back of the chair: "Rangtou, why are you panicking? What can happen to someone who has been frizzy all his life?"
"Lao Jiang has entered the hospital!"
…
When checking out, Guan Xi asked Boss Xiao Zhou: "Boss, can I see the photos on your wall before?"
Boss Xiao Zhou looked at Guan Xi: "Oh! I remember you! Miss Guan! Are you the leader of Zhuoxiu?" He called the boss's wife and said enthusiastically, "Hurry up and show Boss Guan around, and then take the removed photos , show it to Boss Guan."
He emphasized the word "visit and visit".
The proprietress understood this and took Guan Xi to see old photos. She made a long circle and went around several large boxes: "The walls of these boxes can all be moved. If they are fully opened, they can accommodate 60 people." The banquet hall is especially suitable for corporate team building for people to gather for dinner! Boss Guan, we specially prepared the venue for Zhuoxiu. We hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."
There was nowhere to put a few old photos, but the large box that accommodated 60 people was properly designed.
This is business.
Just to accommodate the possibility of a Zhuoxiu dinner party, Boss Xiao Zhou can build a large box with movable door panels. But culture and tradition could not give Boss Xiao Zhou any hope of making money, so he simply gave it up.
To revitalize traditional culture, the root lies not in appeal and protection. The root cause is that related industries must be heated up and people can see the possibility of profit.
…
Guan Xi returned to the table holding the old photos.
The landlady said that they had no use keeping these old photos, so they might as well give them to her.
If the old tradition and old culture cannot bring income to people, the only remaining function is to either do favors or wither away.
Live first, then live elegantly.
There was a young man at the next table, holding his mobile phone and watching the TV series "Latent", and the dialogue in it floated out one by one:
"Now there are two gold bars placed here. Tell me, which one is noble and which one is dirty?... On the lips, it is all about doctrine, and in the heart, it is all about business."
Guan Xi laughed.
I also hope that traditional culture can be revitalized and not rely solely on funding, but I don’t want to respect business laws... How can such a good thing happen in the world?
In the world of business, if you want to protect what you love, you must learn to do business.
Throw away the innocence and get your hands dirty.
…
"A gimmick?" Yu Ben stepped out of the store and turned to look at Guan Xi, "Do you have an idea?"
The rain gradually became lighter, and Guan Xi opened his transparent umbrella expressionlessly.
She looked at Yu Ben through the transparent umbrella: "I have an idea, but it still needs to be verified."
