The farm has a phoenix

Chapter 135
Back at Mianqi Villa, the two of them took an extra glazed jar, each carried one on their backs, and wandered off to the various restaurants in the capital.

Along the way, Tan Sri explained to her some basic principles of doing business, such as observing words and expressions, and judging the mood of a person according to his face. People know everything.

There is also the tone of speech, such as how to detect the tone of another person from the subtle words of a person. Although the different tones are very subtle, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the clues, especially if you take someone who hides deeply. It is to be able to hear the subtle differences, and finally how to guide others to buy their own things, etc. These are all things that a businessman should understand.

Zhan Jinfeng listened more and more carefully. Although she had never done sales before, she knew very well that the job of sales could not be done by just one person, so she had to work harder.

Seeing that she was listening seriously, Tan Sri spared no effort to tell Zhan Jinfeng everything about himself. Occasionally she would ask a few questions, and Tan Sri also answered them one by one. When Fengxiang, who ranked second among the top ten restaurants in Beijing, Building, Zhan Jinfeng decided to volunteer to go forward, she wanted to try.

Tan Sri nodded, expressing his agreement for her to try, anyway, he was by the side, and he could save things in time if something happened.

It is said that Fengxiang Tower was built by the empress dowager's natal family. It was originally a little-known small restaurant in the capital, but it grew rapidly because of the empress dowager's relationship, and now it has become the second largest restaurant in the capital.

This is the one they want to challenge.

Zhan Jinfeng tightened his grip on the box behind him, took a deep breath, and then walked in slowly.

Fengxiang Tower is obviously not as gorgeous as Baiyue Tower, but it is still very luxurious, completely different from ordinary restaurants.This is more like a high-end club.

The shopkeeper of Fengxiang Tower is a lean middle-aged man with a black beard and parted left and right, showing a bit of shrewd calculation.

Zhan Jinfeng followed Tan Sri's example, but before he could speak, he was kicked out by the thin shopkeeper.

"Go, go, we are a restaurant, not a hotel!"

Seeing this person's bad attitude, Zhan Jinfeng couldn't help frowning.

"We're not here to stay, we..."

"Could it be that you are here for dinner?" The thin shopkeeper couldn't help but glanced up and down, seeing the two of them dressed in common clothes, he couldn't help but say a few words: "I'm afraid I can't afford a cup of tea! We only accept distinguished guests here, go and go, Let's play!"

Hearing this, Zhan Jinfeng couldn't help frowning. How could there be such a big difference between the first floor and the second floor?

She stared at the thin shopkeeper with an impatient face, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, which made the thin shopkeeper feel guilty.

"Oh, what a coincidence, we're here to eat!"

After staring at the person and finishing speaking word by word, she dragged Tan Sri in and swaggered in, picked a table with the best view by the window and sat down, then waved her hand and said, "Serve your signature dish here." !"

Seeing her like this, the skinny shopkeeper looked annoyed, but he still stepped forward and said consolingly, "I'm telling you, guest officer, you can't afford our food..."

Before the word "start" fell, Zhan Jinfeng took out an ingot of gold from his pocket, and slapped it heavily on the table.

"Serve the food!" He repeated it proudly. Seeing this, the thin shopkeeper frowned slightly, and had no choice but to order someone to serve the food.

Tan Sri looked at her with some doubts, he was a little confused what the lady was going to do, but soon he saw her take out the glass jar, put it on the table, and then asked for two more empty bowls, He poured half a bowl for himself, and he also poured half a bowl for him. A smile appeared on his elegant face, but Tan Sri couldn't help but gasp, this man actually wanted to drink the product he was selling! ! !
Tan Sri widened his eyes in surprise, thinking that it's over, should he go back and get it again?
Not long after, the dishes ordered by the two came up, a plate of crystal trotters, and a plate of tender bamboo shoots. Zhan Jinfeng was the first to pick up the chopsticks, took a bite of the food, but shook his head slightly.

"It's really not as delicious as this mangosteen, tremella and lotus seed soup."

Speaking of which, Zhan Jinfeng winked at Tan Sri, took a sip from the small bowl, and clicked his tongue in his mouth: "This mangosteen, white fungus and lotus seed soup is really delicious. I heard that the Queen Mother said that this mangosteen tastes good, it really is not bad." Ordinary!"

Seeing this, Tan Sri was startled, and soon he was a little dumbfounded.

"That's right, the restaurant in the Chen Mansion and the Baiyue Tower both bought mangosteens, and they said they wanted to sell them. It's something that the Empress Dowager likes. You can't go wrong."

The two sang together like a pair of reeds, their voices fluctuated louder and softer, but they were just so that everyone around could hear them.

Sure enough, everyone around looked curiously at the things in their bowls.

"This taste is different from ordinary white fungus and lotus seed soup. It's really delicious!"

"If it is paired with that, it will taste even better!"

"Which one?" The two performed superbly, Tan Sri lowered his voice, and the two started whispering. People around could only hear the low voice even if they pricked up their ears. They couldn't help feeling annoyed.

This is the mangosteen soup that even the empress dowager praised!
For a while, people who used ordinary white fungus and lotus seed soup suddenly felt that the things in the bowl were tasteless.

Seeing this, the thin shopkeeper rushed over and said angrily, "What's the intention of you two?"

Zhan Jinfeng shrugged his shoulders: "What's the purpose of having a meal?"

The skinny shopkeeper wanted to vomit blood: "It is forbidden to take outside food here!"

Zhan Jinfeng blinked and looked around: "You didn't write it, who knows?"

The thin shopkeeper trembled with anger, as if sifting chaff.

"Shopkeeper, here's a bowl of mangosteen, tremella and lotus seed soup. I want to be like that little brother!" Someone in the crowd yelled, and someone followed suit. The thin shopkeeper had no choice but to give Zhan Jinfeng a look, and went to appease him. up.

"What? No? You are still the second-ranked Fengxiang Tower, so don't eat! Check out!"

"I don't want to eat anymore, I'm going to Baiyuelou to have a look!"

"I'm going, I'm going too!"

Not long after, there were only two people left in the lively restaurant who were still eating leisurely, and they were so angry that they were about to smoke: "You two really don't know what's good or bad, and you dare to act wild without looking at where this is!"

Zhan Jinfeng grinned, his almond eyes were bright.

"Isn't this just a restaurant? The emperor allowed us to sell this tribute. Could it be that your place is more noble than the palace?"

The thin shopkeeper choked half to death with one sentence, and he also heard Zhan Jinfeng's gorgeous meaning, so he could only cry and say: "You two, hold your hand high..."

(End of this chapter)