mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 421 Bigger and Stronger, Greater Glory

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a circle of people outside. With this group of villains who looked like bandits, passers-by would stay away. Can this be a business?

He waved his hands as if to repel flies: "Go and go, every time two people are left as supporters in line, and the rest go to other places to watch from afar."

Second Smith wondered: "Boss, what is trust?"

"The atmosphere group is called Tom, pretending that our business is booming."

When everyone thinks about it, it really is.

Zhao Chuanxin laid out the things and put them on the edge.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look, he forgot to make a pictorial.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are his essential items. Immediately, he took the pencil and paper, spread them out, and started the doll printer. With a jerk of his wrist, he quickly drew a sketch of the sandwich, and wrote the name and price on it.

Rebecca Levi watches in amazement as he paints.

It seems that there is nothing he can't do.

Zhao Chuanxin said while drawing: "When you are working, don't forget to keep an eye on the surroundings for me, and let me know if there is a police follower or something."

He temporarily convinced the New York police, but the story of Charles Baker told him that if he died one day, he would definitely not die on the battlefield, but must be careless.

After finishing the painting in the fastest time, Zhao Chuanxin handed over the painting for Big Smith outside to hang it.

Listed for business!

Zhao Chuanxin saw passers-by looking at him curiously, but no one paid any attention.

Rebecca Levi panicked: "Boss, are we just waiting?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Why panic, look at me. Big Smith, you two come to an impromptu performance and pretend to be customers in line."

Poor Big Smith, the big black man can't stand still.

Not to mention the performance, but when it comes to this, even if you line up, you don't look like customers, but rather like fugitives looking around furtively.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care so much, put on an apron: "Rebecca, look at what I do."

As he said, he turned on the stove, heated the iron plate, spread the oil, held a spatula in both hands, and quickly tossed the lobster tail.

The fragrance opens up the situation and blows with the wind.

A passerby twitched his nose and looked over in surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin had already packed the sandwich in kraft paper and handed the sandwich to Big Smith.

The two took the sandwich, breathed a sigh of relief as if they had completed the task, and then ran away in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin said "hey" and said, "I haven't paid you yet."

If you don't do a full set of acting, why are you making trouble with me?

"..." Big Smith ran back again, took out the money, lost it, turned around and ran away, as if the money was hot.

At this time, a passerby came over, looked at the pictorial, and looked at Big Smith who was leaving in a hurry: "Give me a lobster sandwich."

Rebecca Levi didn't know where to put her awkward hands.

And Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "That's it."

Skillfully made another copy.

Because the bread has to be heated in the oven, the aroma of bread and lobster intertwine and spread out.

Avenue A is very lively, just finished here, and two more customers came.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at Abraham Cohen, who came over as a trustee in rotation, and the two cleverly lined up behind the two customers.

In this way, the team has increased to four people.

Strange to say, when no one is around, no one wants to try something new.

Once the queue is lined up, pedestrians flock to it.

Rebecca Levy found three more.

The line quickly reached 8 people.

Abraham Cohen shook his wit: "It tastes great, I will come back later."

"What are you here for?" Zhao Chuanxin put on an apron, waved a shovel, and said loudly and boldly: "Everyone can buy once per meal, and get out as soon as you finish buying, so don't delay the customers behind."

Rebecca Levi was taken aback, and whispered: "You will scare away customers like this."

"You know what, this is called hunger marketing, you see if they are hungry or not." Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully.

His attitude gradually deteriorated.

A fat man said, "More bread, more lobster, more sauce."

Zhao Chuanxin said viciously: "Why don't you just ask for two copies?"

The people in line behind laughed.

Rebecca Levi was surprised to find that the people who came here to buy sandwiches actually liked it.

She doesn't know what positioning is.

When doing business on the street, if you are as polite as Haidilao, people will be at a loss.

Those who come here to buy food are looking for convenience and cheapness.

The best thing is to make friends with the whole neighborhood and make it a habit for them to come to buy food every day.

Friends are not polite.

A French girl wearing a bright parasol with light makeup and heavy powder, and with diamonds inlaid between her teeth, approached in a swaying manner, and said with a bit of air, "Sir, why don't you give me one... "

That elongated tone made the man behind him shudder, his eyes never leaving his buttocks.

This is a nightclub on Avenue A, a gold rush girl who came from France with her exquisite and trendy romantic skills.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Listen to me, ma'am, you are here to fill your stomach, not to fill your stomach. Let me ask you, what kind of sandwich do you want?"

The French girl gave him a blank look, and said with a smile: "Chicken Sandwich, although you are handsome, you are very rude."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile while doing it: "I thank you Ang, your praise has warmed me for the whole four seasons."

Give money, take sandwiches, French girls are all kinds of styles, see Zhao Chuanxin's tendons are bulging when he moves, and say, "I'm at the end of the street. I don't need to charge you when you come. We serve each other."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her age, maybe less than twenty, so he said cheerfully: "Girl, I am already in my 30s, do you lack fatherly love?"

"..."

The French girl held an umbrella and walked away swaying gracefully.

Rebecca Levy grumbled in a mosquito sound: "Keep your eyes straight."

Unexpectedly, with sharp ears, Zhao Chuanxin heard: "Don't get me wrong, I just blink for a long time."

"..."

"It's you instead."

It was her turn to play, and looking at the long queue outside, Rebecca Levi felt her scalp numb: "I...don't look at it anymore."

"Look at the fart, come here."

When Rebecca Levi came over, Zhao Chuanxin took off her apron and put it on her head: "Turn around, I'll tie it on for you."

Without any explanation, he dragged her around and armed her.

Too domineering, Rebecca Levi was powerless to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin stood beside him: "I'll help you, don't panic, it's over."

Rebecca Levi wanted to fill in the seasoning, and Zhao Chuanxin handed it to her.

Want to squeeze the sauce, Zhao Chuanxin handed it over.

Want to bake bread, Zhao Chuanxin took it...

Anyway, think about everything.

Instead of making Rebecca Levi scramble, after making a few sandwiches, he changed from unfamiliarity to proficiency.

Gradually, she relaxed.

The man outside looked at it, oh, this woman is tall and sexy, her skin is fair and delicate like milk, she is more than one grade higher than that French romantic girl just now...

It is inevitable that there will be rhetoric.

"Sister, when you get off work, I'll buy you a drink..."

Rebecca Levi bowed her head first, and then instinctively looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the stool at this time, giving her a rare good face, and grinning at her as encouragement.

Rebecca Levy, who has never been reprimanded, inexplicably gained confidence: "Sorry, I will be very tired after get off work and don't want to drink. Here is your sandwich, 7 cents."

Gradually, she became more comfortable handling this sound.

Zhao Chuanxin also gradually let go, letting her handle everything by herself.

She was so busy that she didn't realize that Zhao Chuanxin simply got out of the dining car and went outside to smoke.

Abraham Cohen sneaked in again: "Boss, how about it, I'm not wrong, she is the most suitable candidate."

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal: "Let's have a look again."

Big Smith looked at the long dragon: "Boss, I didn't expect it to be so popular."

"It's just curiosity and herd mentality. This kind of food truck has never appeared in New York. When everyone gets used to it, there won't be so many people queuing up."

This is the case both in ancient and modern times at home and abroad.

Abraham Cohen is gearing up: "When Rebecca is more proficient, we can do a big job and let franchisees come to visit and learn."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his chin: "Abraham, you should go to Chinese restaurants to find chefs. The taste must be constantly improved, and new ones must be introduced from time to time, but not too complicated meals, mainly fast food."

Abraham Cohen asked curiously: "Why do you need a Chinese chef?"

"Because the skills of Western food chefs are too trendy, and your Western food is too poor."

Abraham Cohen is not convinced: "Western food is also delicious."

"Ketchup, salad dressing, pepper and salt, right? Got it, go find a Chinese chef."

"..."

Don't underestimate them, the western cooks are really good.

Their greatest contribution is to standardize catering.

For example, French chefs quantify how many ingredients and seasonings they use for each dish, and the most particular thing is to use a scale to measure.

They pay more attention to appearance and taste.

But it's only this advantage, and it's incomparable with Huaxia's chef's skill.

Zhao Chuanxin has eaten a lot of Western food, but the authentic taste cannot surprise him.

Never had.

Later, "white food" was popular for a period of time, focusing on small quantities, bland and vegetarian food.

For example, lettuce wraps with mustard sauce as a work meal.

There is a group of brain-dead Chinese who are vying to follow suit, maybe if they see them eating shit, they will think it is delicious.

This kind of food will eat people out of depression.

The queue outside the dining car may be long or short, but there are always diners.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Abraham and Big Smith, you can bring people back to work, and be responsible for recruiting franchisees in their respective areas. Some people will bring them here for inspection."

Big Smith scratched his bald head: "Boss, what should I do?"

Before, I just imagined how to make money in the future, but it was difficult to practice.

"Print advertising leaflets, distribute flyers, create psoriasis for the city, find acquaintances... Train your men well, they are all salesmen, they must be quality, polite, and learn by doing. Every franchisee has a lot of money Commission. By the way, find Li Xiling and ask him to arrange a food truck in Chinatown, this kind of law-abiding, hard-working business is the most suitable for us Chinese to do."

A qualified boss does not do much by himself, but he must know what to ask his subordinates to do.

Big Smith had direction.

Zhao Chuanxin painted a big cake: "We will break even within a month and return to our capital, and make a profit in two months. Gentlemen, let's grow bigger and stronger and create greater glories!"

Abraham Cohen smiled wryly: "Boss, is it that easy to make money?"

Zhao Chuanxin vomited a smoke ring: "I don't know anything else, the catering industry in the form of franchise may be easier than you think."

The crowd dispersed.

Zhao Chuanxin took a stool and sat on the side of the road, watching Rebecca Levi busy and listening to the chatting crowd.

"Looking at today's newspaper, I, Cao, the king of New York, has such a big tone!"

(End of this chapter)