I was the emperor in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 651 Charcoal pencil, pencil?
Seeing Sun Ruowei, a girl who seemed to be enjoying herself as if nothing had happened, Zhang Qinghuan felt a little headache.

But the promise has been made before, and the process must go on.

So she called a clerk and asked her to perform a series of actions in the store, such as how to serve plates, how to serve meals to customers and so on.

After a set of movements, not only is it smooth and smooth, but it even has a sense of elegance.

A large group of girls at the door is yearning for it.

Not to be outdone, Sun Ruowei took the tray from the clerk, put two cups of milk tea on it, and imitated the clerk's action just now, skillfully and gracefully served Zhang Qinghuan and Zhang Qinghuan a cup.

After all, she has practiced martial arts, and she still has some sense of control over her own movements. This kind of trivial matter is not difficult for her.

The entire interview process was actually not difficult at all. The only thing that made the girls daunted was the maid outfit, which could be regarded as a fancy dress.

It's true, it's just a milk tea shop, where are there so many tasks that people can't understand and can't complete.

Sun Ruowei passed the level of serving tea and pouring water, and the next level was to keep accounts and keep orders.

This time the test is the girls' literacy and writing skills.

But this is not a problem for Sun Ruowei. The three brothers and sisters have been strictly educated by their father since they were young. Sun Ruowei's talent in reading is even better than the two elder brothers.

If the imperial court is willing, with her ability, it is still no problem to test a scholar or something.

However, after the clerk brought up the writing tools, Sun Ruowei was a little dumbfounded.

Although the paper is still paper, it has been cut into a small piece the size of a palm.

In the past, such a large place was enough to write three or five brush characters at most, but it was not enough to clearly write the customer's name and address, the quantity of milk tea needed, and the delivery time.

Sun Ruowei also thought that Zhang Qinghuan and the others were deliberately making things difficult for him so that he would not pass the assessment.

Unexpectedly, the pen brought by the other party was even more puzzling.

It was a thing with a black point at one end and a wooden handle at the back. It looked like a sharpened small stick.

After holding these two things in his hands, Sun Ruowei was about to lose his temper.

"It's okay to give a small piece of paper, not even a pen, and let people write things like this."

But before she could say anything, Zhang Qinghuan took the lead in explaining to her,
"The pen in your hand is the latest charcoal pen researched by the imperial court. As the name suggests, it is a pen made of charcoal. It does not need to be stained with ink when writing, which saves a lot of trouble. It is also easy to carry. It is a very interesting thing.

It is estimated that you are using this thing for the first time, so let me demonstrate it to you in person! "

As he said that, Zhang Qinghuan also picked up a sharpened charcoal pencil and began to write on the paper very easily.

She wrote very smoothly, and her handwriting was neat and clear, which completely exceeded everyone's expectations, but the posture of her holding the pen was different from that of a brush, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

In the end, she showed the small piece of paper full of words to everyone.

There are dozens of small characters written on it, but the characters are so small that not only are there no vague meanings at all, but they are extremely clear, even people who are far away can see clearly.

Everyone exclaimed,
"Wow, this thing is just amazing."

Sun Ruowei held Charcoal Pen's hand, trembling slightly, she seemed to feel the provocation from Zhang Qinghuan's complacent eyes, and said unwillingly,

"Let me try, it's not necessarily worse than what you wrote!"

After finishing speaking, she imitated Zhang Qinghuan's pen-holding posture just now, and began to write on the piece of paper.

However, it was the first time for her to use this kind of pen, and she was not used to it. Not only were the first few characters written crookedly, but even the paper underneath was scratched because of too much force.

But fortunately, her control over her hands and feet was far superior to that of ordinary people, so she adjusted quickly.

Although the latter words are still not very good-looking, they are much more beautiful than the first few words, and it is more or less possible for people to distinguish what the words are.

In just a few dozen words, she wrote profusely in sweat, as if she had just run a marathon of several kilometers.

Zhang Qinghuan went up to the front for a closer look, then said with a smile,

"It's not bad. It's the first time to have this performance, which is already considered commendable."

Seeing that Sun Ruowei looked at him with resentment in his eyes, Zhang Qinghuan lightly held the charcoal pencil in his hand, and said to her and everyone unhurriedly,

"You might be wondering, why do we use this thing for records, bills and orders and stuff like that."

"Actually, it's not difficult to understand."

"The milk tea shop is different from any restaurants, restaurants, and restaurants in the past!"

"Our customers don't need to wait too long to drink fragrant milk tea, so every order is very fast.

In addition, many people not only drink in the store, but also take out a lot, which greatly increases the difficulty of recording orders. "

"If you still use the brush to record, not only the speed is too slow, but also the paper takes half a day to dry. Once stacked, it is easy to be spent, and it is impossible to see what is written!"

"But with this charcoal, there's no problem at all.

With this thing, everyone in the store only needs to put a pen and a stack of paper in the small waist pocket, and then everyone has the ability to help customers record their needs.

This not only saves a lot of time, but also prevents the order from being ruined by ink. "

"Don't think it's just a small change, but it brings a brand new revolution.

Time is money, not only for our guests, but also for us..."

What she said seems to be talking about the use of a small thing, but it is actually conveying a new value.

It's hard to imagine that such impassioned speech came from Zhang Qinghuan, who likes to be quiet very much.

Although there is no great reason in it, it can be seen from the analysis of how to do one thing well and the impact of a small matter on the entire store that Zhang Qinghuan has actually comprehended the core concept of fast food store management.

Mainly highlight a fast word.

Speed ​​is equal to saving time, saving more time can sell more goods, and allow one clerk to serve more customers.

Only those who understand this idea are the ones who can really run a store like a milk tea shop.

Obviously, just from this little charcoal pen, it can be seen that Zhang Qinghuan has a deep understanding of the five flavors, and has gradually embarked on the road of an elite manager from a ignorant novice.

(End of this chapter)