Collectors in Food Captives

Chapter 59 Selling Cookbooks
On average, the price of each book is between 1-2 Baileys, which is equivalent to 50-100 RMB in the previous life.

In terms of price, it is not expensive.

However, Zhang Wei purchased too much at one time, which has exceeded the limit of the wallet's capacity.

The manager glanced at the size of the purse, and immediately understood it.

Seeing that Zhang Wei was dressed well, he immediately said, "But you went out too hastily, didn't you bring enough vulgar things?"

"It's a coincidence."

The manager gritted his teeth: "It's okay, sir, just leave a written receipt, take the book away first, and pay the bill together next time."

me?

How easy it is to talk!
The manager smiled wryly and said, "Sir, being able to shop at Damo Bookstore instead of piracy is a manifestation of character in itself. I believe you. Besides, apart from the copyright fees and printing fees for these books, the cost of Bookstore is not high." many."

Zhang Wei liked these books quite a lot, so it would be best if he could take them away.

But for now, Zhang Wei doesn't have any means of getting money. Although the treasure hall is full of rare ingredients, there is no market for it for the time being.

Zhang Wei thought for a while and said, "Well, I'll make some delicacies for you, and I'll treat it as a bargain."

"Are you the honorable cook?"

"Ah."

The manager was awe-inspiring, and his attitude was even lower: "May I ask where does Mr. Chef work, and what is his star rating?"

"Star rating...I haven't commented on this yet."

manager:……

The manager is going crazy. Although the chef has a respectable status, he only refers to the official chef with a star.

If it is a master chef at a street stall, he has no right to call himself a "chef".

Not even a cook!
The skill of a chef is worth a thousand dollars, but you have to be a chef first!

"That sir, let's leave a written note."

"Fuck, am I not worthy?"

"It doesn't mean that."

Zhang Wei raised his forehead, this world where fame was valued was indeed the same as in the previous life.

"What about the recipe, do you accept the recipe?"

"menu!"

The manager was shocked.

Unlike theoretical books, formal cookbooks are extremely valuable.

Even in the Great Desert Book Pavilion, you can only get a glimpse of it in the most central boutique area.

Buy first, read later, prohibit circulation.

The cheapest one costs a few hundred peleys, and the expensive ones cost tens of thousands of peleys to get a copy!
If a chef entrusts Da Mo Shuge to sell it, at least half of the commission will be paid!

If it is an academic chef, he has more than a dozen copyrights of recipes, and he will be soft every day just to collect copyright fees.

Theoretical books are like textbooks. Most of them are out of touch with reality and are vague, requiring readers to spend a lot of time and energy to digest and absorb.

The recipe is a specific plan, which can directly generate economic value.

The manager looked skeptical, a cook who doesn't even have a star rating, what valuable recipes can he come up with.

I'm afraid I didn't write it blindly, did I?
However, in order not to hurt Zhang Wei's self-esteem, the manager could only grit his teeth and said, "Sir, you can leave your contact information. If you can sell it successfully and make a profit, we will pay you regularly. The copyright period is 50 years."

"It's so troublesome, just sell the copyright directly, and all future profits will belong to you."

With only a few recipes and a little money, Zhang Wei can easily write ten or eight copies.

The manager had no choice but to say: "There is a selection process for recipes to enter the cabinet. If the recipes are written...not very good, they cannot be sold."

"Then comment directly, I still have confidence in my recipe."

"Okay, since it's what you asked for."

Faced with such unknowing customers, the manager is also very angry.

It should be known that the selected ones are all retired gourmets, who belong to the respected seniors in the gourmet industry.

These gourmets don't even lie to the distinguished chefs. Not only do they have tricky tastes, but their mouths are also very poisonous!

I don't know how many official chefs have been sprayed by them, and they are useless.

Good mentality, mostly autistic for a while.Some people with a bad mentality may even directly have psychological barriers, and they will react when they touch kitchen utensils.

Finally had to give up the chef industry.

Just let them take a good bite of you, and let you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!
Following the manager, Zhang Wei came to an elegant restaurant called Wangyuezhai.

With pavilions, terraces and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, the artistic conception can be said to be very sufficient.

It can be seen that the capacity of this restaurant is extremely low, and it is obviously a high-end business.

Moreover, in the center of Mocheng City, where every inch of land is expensive, such a large garden can be built, which can be seen from the financial resources.

"Wangyue Zhai... sounds familiar."

The manager proudly said: "Of course, Wangyue Zhai has been passed down in Mocheng for hundreds of years, and among many restaurants and hotels, it is also the top group. If it is not for old friends, ordinary people cannot come to the backyard at all."

After walking through a deep path and a bamboo forest and stream, Zhang Wei and Zhang Wei came to a thatched cottage.

Straw mats are spread in front of the thatched house, and an old man is pouring tea on the coffee table.

The manager bowed deeply: "I have seen Laojun."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and the drooping corners of his mouth and eyes looked very depressed. From his appearance, he looked like a tricky and weird smelly old man.

The old man snorted dissatisfiedly: "What old gentleman, you can just call me old man Jun. I have an awkward posture all day long. What does it look like! Tell me, what do you want me for?"

The manager was obviously used to the old man's attitude and didn't care at all.

"Someone in the bookstore sells recipes, and I hope you can identify them and suggest a selling price."

"The one next to you?"

"Exactly."

"Pretty young."

Old man Jun eased his tone: "Boy, it's very good to be able to develop your own recipes at a young age. How many star chefs are you?"

"No stars."

"what?"

"It's been very busy, and this is the first time I've been in town."

Zhang Wei told the truth and felt that there was no need to lie.

Old man Jun took a sip of tea, angrily scolded the manager, "You're more stupid than me!"

"Anyone dares to ask me for it. You think I'm idle! Get out, get out!"

The manager shrank his neck from the spray, and pulled Zhang Wei to leave.

Zhang Wei is naturally unwilling, otherwise where will the money come from?
Pushing the manager away, he thought about the wording for a while.

Zhang Wei is quite experienced with this kind of stubborn old man.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei put on a mocking tone on purpose: "Hehe, I was an outdoor expert at the time, but I was still a lowly person with a dog's eyes! It's a waste of time to come here today!"

With that said, he turned around and was about to leave.

Sure enough, old man Jun immediately shouted angrily: "Stop! What are you talking about?"

"I said you are a lowly person with the eyes of a dog!"

The manager of Shuge beside him was sweating coldly in fright, and he was about to cover Zhang Wei's mouth.

"My little ancestor, don't talk about it, do you know who the person in front of you is?"

"Who?"

"Gourmet! A true gourmet, he has tasted countless delicacies in his life, and countless chefs have been instructed and criticized by him. He is a person like Taishan Beidou!"

Zhang Wei snorted coldly: "Gourmet? You didn't even read the works, and you turned people away just because of your status. That's how you are a gourmet? After all, you're just an amateur!"

"shut up!"

Old man Jun let out a loud shout!
"I'm going to see today, what amazing works you can come up with!"

"Bring it!" The old man stretched out his hand.

The heart of the manager on the side was going to jump out of his throat, making Mr. Jun so angry that if he couldn't produce a top-level work, even he would be implicated.

"Ahem... I haven't written it yet, do you have a pen and paper? I'll make it up quickly, soon."

Mr. Jun: ...

manager:……

(End of this chapter)