I used to be called Niu Million

Chapter 22

"Two bottles of beer, pretty handsome guy?"

"Alright, ask him for money!"

"Uh……"

Qin Xiran opened the two hardcover bottles of Harpy without hesitation, and Niu Wenju paid 24 yuan enduring the heartache.

"This kind of local beer can still be sold so expensive? My God!"

Looking at the hardcover beer the size of a small bottle of Coke in his hand, Niu Wenju clicked his tongue.

"Do you think this is called the Olympic economy, do you understand? At this kind of passionate sports event, let alone 12 yuan a bottle, I have drunk beer worth more than 20 yuan during football matches. Some bars, When watching a game, beer can even sell for 50 yuan a bottle!"

With the end of the awards ceremony, the surrounding crowd slowly dispersed. Qin Xiran handed the empty wine bottle to Niu Wenju. Looking at Niu Wenju who was in a daze, Qin Xiran couldn't help but take the bottle away from Niu Wenju's hand.

"Waste, Gududu..."

"Hey, I said... okay!"

Qin Xiran tilted his neck and drank half of the hardcover beer. Niu Wenju twitched his eyebrows, suppressing a certain strong thought in his heart, thinking that it was a waste of money.

In the next few days, Niu Wenju went to Zhongyang Avenue to check the live broadcast of the Olympic program when he had time. Almost everywhere there were people, there were snacks for sale.

Some large barbecue restaurants or bars directly broadcast the broadcast, and some smart bosses played the video of the Chinese team winning the championship a few days ago in the store.

No matter what kind, the business in the store is very hot.

"It seems that some efforts can be made in this area. Sure enough, catering consumption is not as simple as making good meals. It's so abrupt!"

In the evening, there was a broadcast of the Chinese team's game. Niu Wenju watched a game that could not be named on any list of participants, and walked slowly towards the dormitory under the street lights.

The owner of Cangmai knew that Niu Wenju was a rising employee leader in the Ming Dynasty, and he respected Niu Wenju, so he watched Niu Wenju on the TV in the small shop casually.

As long as it does not exceed ten yuan, Niu Wenju can take things at will in the store without paying. Although Niu Wenju has never used this authority, he still feels very comfortable.

"Huh... It seems that you really have to calm down and study hard. If you are lonely, it is luck to win, and it is normal to lose!"

After spitting out the cigarette in his mouth, Niu Wenju sat on the steps, trying to recall the details of his own business in Dalian.

It seems that there are no entertainment facilities in the ramen shop. Except for tables, chairs, benches and food materials, the rest of the shop is almost empty.

Glass countertops, dining tables welded with iron pipes, and the whole room is almost full of industrial style.

Before coming to Mingshanghao to study, Niu Wenju didn't feel that there was anything wrong. After all, many catering companies did this.

After these days of observation, Niu Wenju finally discovered something wrong inside: cold!

This kind of decoration lacks the kind of fireworks that Chinese people care about most, and it is not as short-lived as ordinary people's bustling parents. How can we gather big-money guests?

Those merchants who use the opportunity of the Olympics to carry out marketing are all full of smoke and fire, and barbecues are the most among them.

The passion of sports with beer and skewers is almost a perfect match in the world.

Bars or fireworks halls with wooden tables and chairs are full of guests without exception. This is the plot of Chinese fireworks.

In the past, when Niu Wenju was decorating, he adopted most of the decoration styles of Ajisen Ramen, excluding wooden tables, chairs and various wooden equipment, because those things were too difficult for Niu Wenju to clean up.

Looking back now, Niu Wenju felt regretful for ignoring the feelings of customers.

Thinking about Mingshanghao again, the luxurious decoration of each store uses wooden materials as much as possible. Even the card counter must have a wooden structure. Even places where wood cannot be used are decorated with wood grain. Before today, Niu Wenju didn’t feel anything. , Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that this thing looks like a solid feeling.

It's not that the other party's designer doesn't understand the cost, it's just that the other party understands the design better and understands the customer's feelings better, trying to make the decoration as warm as possible.

"KFC, McDonald's... Sigh! If I had known it would not have expanded so fast, find someone to take a good look at it..."

Sitting in a dark corner, Niu Wenju compared the shops he visited these days in his mind. Without exception, no one in these shops dared to remove all wooden materials. A wood texture appears.

What's more, the surface of the stainless steel is pasted with wood grain skin instead of exposing the stainless steel to the outside, which gives people a natural sense of comfort.

It wasn't until this time that Niu Wenju really felt his own shortcomings. It seemed that he should have no problem being a chef at his original level, but running a store was difficult.

I learned so much at this stage, Niu Wenju was worried that he would forget it in a few days, so he finally took a notebook and wrote down all the important information.

After everything was packed, it was already midnight.

However, Niu Wenju still woke up every second the next day. After breakfast, he continued to lead his brothers to start fighting. Unlike every day, Niu Wenju began to work hard to observe the decoration and various configurations of Mingshang that were different from his own store in his spare time. place.

Even if it's the minutiae, as long as it feels different, Niu Wenju will write it down.

"What are you doing? When you come to eat here, who do you want to beat? Who gave you the habit of stinking, where is the leader of your store? Come here, is your waiter dead or your mother is dead..."

Chuancai's arrangement was clear. Niu Wenju was carefully observing the surrounding situation. A middle-aged woman roared with a menu in her hand. Before, a waiter under Niu Wenju turned his back and was frightened by the momentum, and then began to cry.

The name of the waiter who was insulted was Tan Xiumei, and she was the object of Tan Yaowen, who was in the back kitchen, and they lived in the same village.

The little girl has a bit of a personality. When she is upset, she makes a lot of small moves. She likes to flirt with people's faces. When she comes up with a temper, she is called a careless person.

Niu Wenju was also slapped in the face by the other party a few days before the show. As a person who has been here, Niu Wenju is too lazy to respond. After all, the other party's parents did not give him money to educate his children, and something happened today.

"Where are your leaders? Come here for me, you are so used to it, the store doesn't want to open..."

The loud voice of the middle-aged woman is definitely not a cover, and this time is the peak period of passenger flow, the other party's yelling seriously affects the dining mood of the guests, Niu Wenju looked around, Lu Hailong did not "disappear" unexpectedly up.

"Going to the bathroom again..."

Looking at Niu Wenju, Huanwei pointed to the employee's toilet, her eyes were full of contempt, she stole food without asking, of course, part of the reason was that Lu Hailong hid when she saw something happened.

(End of this chapter)