mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 427 The King of New York Is Still a Genius

Grenville Harper was feeling anxious in the carriage, like a prisoner about to go to the execution ground, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The more he thinks about the recent performances of "King of New York" Chen Yigeng, he feels as if he has fallen into an ice cave.

Would he suddenly shoot himself?
Will he use that very advanced horse brand to hold his forehead, forcing himself to overdraw his contacts?Or just allow yourself to turn your fanny pack upside down and grab and squeeze your last penny?

It's an entirely necessary worry, these are crazy times, after all.

Ordinary criminals probably don't have the power to force him, a well-connected communicator like him.

But the problem is that Chen Yigeng is a lunatic.

Uneasy, the carriage followed the tall horse in front to Carnell Street.

Both Carnell Street and Wall Street are the main streets in Lower Manhattan, about 1.6 kilometers apart, not too far away.

Zhao Chuanxin in front raised his hand, the driver stopped, and turned around to knock on the window.

Grenville Harper straightened his back and clutched the collar of his suit, wrinkling his grip.

This is impossible in normal times, because he pays great attention to his appearance and dress.

On the back of his pale hand, three tendons bulged.

Some reluctantly got out of the carriage.

On the street ahead, there is a unique carriage.

The carriage had windows on one side only, and the windows were drawn open over a sun-shade, and supported by a maple dining-table.

In addition, a signboard made of walnut wood was hung vertically, which read - Xinghui Fast Food.

A few rows of fine print below: lobster sandwich, chicken sandwich, falafel...

There were many people lined up outside, including workers with William Hu in overalls, white-collar workers with suit jackets on their arms, and Chinese with long braids in Chinese coats...

Zhao Chuanxin handed the reins to the coachman: "Look at the horse for me."

The coachman didn't know Zhao Chuanxin's identity, so he rolled his eyes: Why?
Westerners are like this, even if they work for the boss, and the boss works, as long as it is not their own job, they will not bring a leader to beat them around.

Let alone an outsider?

Zhao Chuanxin widened his eyes and handed the reins to the coachman: "Dog, if my horse runs away, I will break your leg today."

The coachman was not angry, but looking at Zhao Chuanxin's figure, he dared not say any cursing words.

Grenville Harper was taken aback: "Look at the horses and get serious about doing this, it's important."

The coachman was confused: Why is it important?

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket, and grabbed Glenville Harper's arm with the other: "Come on, let's line up."

Grenville Harper was very curious about the dining car, but with his wealth, he must be going to eat in a decent place like a restaurant, so he frowned.

But dare not refute.

My heart is habitually contemptuous.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the end of the queue.

He fumbled in his pocket, took out the cigarette case, and found that there was only the last cigarette left.

"Have you brought cigarettes?"

"Bring it."

Zhao Chuanxin took a look, it was a camel brand, he took one and lit it, and put the rest in his pocket.

Grenville Harper: "…"

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "Do you have any cigars?"

"There is one more."

He thought about it, and took it out.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away, pretending to be casual and murmured: "When I shot, I was only smoking a cigar, and the cigar happened to be gone."

"..." Grenville Harper's complexion changed drastically.

You haven't killed anyone for a few days, right?

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "How do you think the business of this dining car is?"

Glenville Harper thought about it seriously: "It's novel, convenient, and fast, but it's not respectable for a gentleman to line up here..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Just say this dining car will make money?"

Glenville Harper looks at the queue: "Yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

Soon there were two people in line.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the owner of the dining car. He was an honest Chinese man with eight-character eyebrows, and he was quite festive.

He fumbled in his pocket, took out a seven-cent coin and handed it over: "A lobster sandwich."

Grenville Harper opened his mouth slightly: Just buy one after running all the way here?
He coughed, took out the paper money and handed it over: "No, three more."

"Why do you have the nerve to ask you to spend money?" Zhao Chuanxin blushed, coughed and said, "Since all the flowers have been spent, let's have six more, three are not enough to eat."

"..."

The Chinese boss heard it funny, but tried his best to bear it.

He argued in Chinese: "Sir, this New York is really a land of prosperity, as long as there are no white people to suppress it, and we Chinese do not have a coward, we can thrive."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "Are you a relative of Li Xiling?"

The man raised his eyebrows.

In this three-acre land, there are only a handful of people who dare to call Li Xiling by his first name.

"Yes, sir, may I ask your name?"

"Let's call me Chen Yigeng."

"Chen...Chen Yigeng?" The man's hands trembled, and the knife and shovel almost fell off. "Oh, Mr. Chen is here, how can he collect the money? Little Wu, return the money quickly."

Grenville Harper didn't know why, seeing that the other party actually took out the money just now from the money box, ready to return it.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to stop them, and blinked at them: "No need, haven't you seen this white man take advantage of him and spend money? If you give it back to him inexplicably, will he be happy?"

The man laughed: "What you said is extremely true."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How is the business?"

"Thanks to Mr. Chen, the food truck business is very good. I can build a big house in New York before this time next year! Mr. Chen really invented a good business. How is Mr. Chen's mind so long?" where?"

At this time, the helper named Xiao Wu was playing with an espresso machine, which made a sharp whistling sound and sprayed out water vapor.

At this time, New York was not so hot, and the water vapor immediately condensed on the glass.

In a foreign country, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had the feeling of having an early breakfast in China.

He said in English: "I don't need to change the rest of the money. Give us two cups of coffee with sugar and milk."

"Come on! Give Mr. Chen a full top, high ground, and a tip of the coffee!"

The boss is also a wonderful person.

After taking sandwiches and coffee, Zhao Chuanxin and Glenville Harper left after being greeted warmly by the boss, and sat down on a nearby bench.

Zhao Chuanxin said while eating: "Well, the taste is really good, rare in the sky, hard to find on the ground."

Glenville Harper took a sip. Although the taste was not bad, what Zhao Chuanxin said was too exaggerated.

He asked, "Do you know the owner of the dining car?"

"Yes, have you seen the signboard, Xinghui Fast Food. I opened Xinghui Catering Company."

"..." Grenville Harper suddenly realized.

But is it really good for you to sell melons like a queen?

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of the hot coffee, and the mellow liquid swirled on the tip of his tongue, and as the heat dropped slightly, he sipped it down.

"What do you think is the future of this kind of catering?"

Glenville Harper paused to chew: "You just want me to find someone to invest in this?"

"Yes, there is a good project. The first thing I think of is my best friend, that is, you."

Grenville Harper was somewhat immune to Zhao Chuanxin's words.

He lowered his head and murmured: "The economy is in a downturn, and this sandwich only costs 7 cents. If the profit is considerable, it is indeed very profitable."

Zhao Chuanxin is not afraid of divulging commercial secrets: "Earn half."

Grenville Harper frowned. "How many food trucks do you have?"

He thought it was directly managed by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin explained to him the form of joining.

Then he said: "If you have a customer with a lot of money and people, you can introduce investment. In theory, you can join as many cars as you want."

Grenville Harper narrowed his eyes: "But this kind of food truck can be copied."

As long as others learn it, you will not be recruited, right?

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Do you know the food truck gang? I can tell you responsibly that within one year, if any food truck that does not belong to the Xinghui Catering Company appears on the streets of New York City, if it can work until the next day , count me as loser, I guarantee with the personality of 'King of New York Chen Yigeng'!"

I didn't learn anything else from fighting Rockefeller, but I was serious about monopolizing Zhao Chuanxin.

Grenville Harper gasped.

Like Rockefeller, the tree attracts the wind.

But Zhao Chuanxin's Xinghui Catering Company seems to be nothing more than a small business.

The two seem to be incomparable. People who run food trucks are generally not even considered middle-class families, so no one should sue Xinghui Catering Company.

But he did some calculations. For each dining car, Zhao Chuanxin earns a portion of the dining car money, a share of franchise technology money, and the daily supply of semi-finished raw materials. Once the dining cars are spread all over New York, the daily income will add up to very scary.

Especially in the current economic downturn in the United States, a large number of people are engaged in business, and in the basic necessities of life, the only food is just what is needed, and the food in the dining car is good and cheap...

The reputation of "King of New York" can ensure that no one dares to make mistakes.

It was the first time Grenville Harper heard of this kind of business behavior, and he was shocked: "It's a good plan!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You must have misunderstood me and thought I was threatening you. But in fact, I am really kind and provide reliable investment projects for my friends."

Grenville Harper asked, "Who came up with this franchise model? What a genius!"

Nowadays, those who open chain stores are generally top-down direct sales.

"I!"

Grenville Harper was mad with jealousy.

This man, why does he have such a mind?

How unfair is God, opening a window for him, and opening another window?

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuanxin knew that the matter was half done.

He had to strike while the iron was hot: "I said, we are friends. You must think that helping me find customers is a waste of time, but it is not. There is a word in our company called 'salesman'. You are recruiting franchisees for Xinghui Catering Company , There is a commission. A dining car franchise commission is at least 10 yuan. If you have the ability to recruit more than 10 franchisees, then congratulations, you have a side job, and you will become a regional manager. There is also a commission for regional supply of ingredients, which can let You make a lot of money."

Grenville Harper was stunned again.

Earning this money is as easy as a strong wind blows.

He even dared to call his name to recruit ten franchisees in one day.100 yuan a day, 3000 yuan a month.Plus the regional manager's commission, it's a bit scary!
As for the business model that Zhao Chuanxin said, it is foreseeable that those salesmen will recruit franchisees like crazy to earn commissions.The same is true for regional managers, who will train salesmen like crazy.

Xinghui Catering Company will spread unstoppably throughout New York, even the surrounding towns, and even the whole country like the flu.

Seeing his flushed face, Zhao Chuanxin could understand his mood.

After all, he has seen how various franchised brands quickly became popular across the country and occupied the national market in those years.

The point is that Grenville Harper is a good communicator, and he has a lot of contacts.

He snorted and said, "Are you really going to give me a regional manager?"

　Don't worry, it's like a "hmm movie" without foreplay, you will get tired of watching too much.

　　There are so many irritable old brothers who come up and beat me up.

　　The author is an old man who is on the [-]th and has heart disease, please forgive me for my slowness.

　　When I usually don't have the strength to add more updates, I'm very conscious and won't open my mouth even for things like asking for tickets.

　　But there are still a few heart-warming readers queuing up to vote.Sometimes I feel so ashamed that I want to tell you: forget it.

　　For you, we must try our best to explode once or twice a month, right?

　　I wish you all a happy life and may your weather be sunny and windy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)