legendary boss

Chapter 5 Cooperation
When Lin Feng thought about it, the proposal seemed good, but soon he realized that Boss Tang was indeed a thief. It seemed that he didn't make any money, and even lost his own business, but when he thought about it carefully, it wasn't entirely true.

First of all, he can use Lin Feng's crayfish to attract a lot of popularity, and if you go to the lobster restaurant, don't you just eat a box of crayfish?Do you want some other side dishes, beer and drinks?
The most important thing is that he immediately established a cooperative relationship with Lin Feng. If Lin Feng wants to develop in the future, he will be close to him.Maybe after a long time, you can still touch the threshold of some formulas.

His vision is unique, wily and scheming, and he can be called a model businessman.

Knowing his idea, Lin Feng didn't care.

Selling crayfish is only his first step, a small business, since someone is willing to do it for him, why not do it?
As for the formula, don't worry, none of the lobster seasonings is a product of the earth, and even if he wants to break his head, he can't match it.

"Okay, but I have conditions. First of all, you can't destroy my signboard. Secondly, you can clear the account every day. Finally, the most important point is that I don't guarantee that it will be available every day. It may be out of stock at any time."

"no problem!"

The two discussed, and Boss Tang would provide everything, including crayfish and kitchen utensils, while Lin Feng would only be responsible for the seasoning and cooking, and would receive a commission of 40 yuan per catty.As long as the reputation of Lin Feng Crayfish is not damaged, Boss Tang can decide on the sales method.

In this way, he didn't have to clean the lobsters, and he didn't get up until eight or nine the next day. Boss Tang had already come to pick him up in person.After loading two barrels of soaked seasoning into the car, Lin Feng came to the snack street again, and heard a burst of gongs and drums from afar.

There were dozens of large flower baskets outside the door of Tang's Lobster Restaurant, two rows of beautiful masters of ceremonies, and a local gong and drum team were beating hard, making it as lively as a new store opening.

A huge banner directly across the street reads: Linfeng crayfish are sold here, 50 yuan each, limited to 600 copies per day!
"So grand?"

"It must be grand, you don't know how popular your crayfish is, almost everyone is talking about it. If I make it too shabby, what will others say about me?"

Walking into the store, Boss Tang personally took him into the spacious kitchen. There was a row of stainless steel vats that could hold hundreds of catties of cooking at the same time. The boiling water had already been boiled on the stove, and 600 catties of processed crayfish were placed on the side. .

Lin Feng instructed the chef to divide the seasonings and pour them in, calculated the time before putting in the crayfish, and then set the alarm clock.

Done, he didn't even move his hands, and he already got 24000 yuan. Compared with the previous two days, he was so tired that it was not too easy.

At exactly eleven o'clock, the sound of gongs and drums stopped abruptly, and two chefs came to the store carrying a large bucket, immediately attracting hundreds of people to watch and discuss.

"I'm coming!"

"This fragrance is indeed the authentic Lin Feng crayfish!"

Some people admired it, while others were annoyed: "Old Tang is going to get rich this time, why didn't I think of working with Lin Feng in advance?"

"If they can open four doors, you can only open one!"

……

The strange fragrance wafted and penetrated without any gaps, causing the long-awaited diners to stretch their necks.

When several tall masters of ceremonies in red cheongsams were all blessed, everyone rushed in like a swarm of bees before they finished saying "Welcome".

There were forty tables in Tang's Lobster Restaurant, and it was packed to the brim in an instant.Those who failed to grab a seat simply squeezed at the door, drooling at the crayfish in the vat.

"There's no room left, let's pack!"

Boss Tang chuckled and packed, how is that possible?If there is no place, go outside and line up.

And the customers who sat down in the store urged impatiently: "Boss, hurry up, order!"

"I want two!"

"I want three copies!"

Boss Tang said with a smile again: Sorry, because it is a limited sale, each person can only order one!
Just one serving, but when a delicate small plate is served in front of the guests, everyone begins to be dissatisfied again.

"No way, that's all for one serving?"

"Why don't you just charge you 50? Because it's a limited sale, you can only order one catty per person. You should also consider it for the next guests. If it's not enough, we have many other dishes, and the taste is also very good!"

Lin Feng sat in the small private room on the second floor, watching the bustling downstairs.He was surprised just now, obviously he only agreed to 300 copies, but Boss Tang put up a banner of 600 copies, which turned out to be torn apart and sold.

This guy is good for business, and he should be at ease with his help selling crayfish.

Under Mr. Tang's meticulous hype, from noon to night, Tang's Lobster Restaurant has almost no customers, and the business is so hot that even the prepared dishes are sold out.

He couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear, and rushed to Lin Feng's house as soon as the store closed to deliver today's share.

"This is 24000, your lobster money," he said, taking out another stack and stuffing it over, "This 2000 is the commission I gave you, brother, don't think it's too little."

"What commission?"

"Brother Lin, you haven't seen how hot the business is today, especially at night, the door is almost squeezed!" Boss Tang said with a smile, "Why is this? It's not because of your crayfish , I made more today than ever before! I don’t thank you and I feel ashamed myself!”

Lin Feng smiled and generously accepted the money.

Just kidding, don't reject the money you sent, he won't be polite.

In the kitchen of the Romantic London Western Restaurant, several chefs got together in their free time.

"Do you know what happened to Chef David? I think he's out of his mind today and didn't even eat."

"I don't know, maybe I'm homesick."

"Tch, don't talk nonsense if you don't know," a tall and thin chef said mysteriously, "I heard that he bought a crayfish yesterday and wanted to research its soup recipe, but he couldn't. Worrying!"

"Is it true? He's French, and he eats that too?"

"Where did he buy the crayfish, so amazing?"

"I heard it was bought at a roadside stall in the snack street."

Street vendors? !

Everyone was shocked, and just about to gossip, David's tall figure walked in.

He didn't check the stove and tableware as strictly as usual, but directly opened his exclusive refrigerator, brought out a bowl of thick soup, and took a small sip with a spoon.

Then he closed his eyes slowly, with an expression of enjoyment and intoxication on his face, and he sighed after a long time: "No matter how many times you taste it, this scent is so amazing... Hiss... It's so spicy... …

"But why, I can't even taste a single spice?

"I should go back to France and ask my grandfather!"

As he spoke, he packed the soup ingredients in an insulated box, carefully hugged them in his arms, and said to several chefs: "I'm going back to France, don't relax these few days!"

No way!Bring a bowl of leftover soup back to France and feed it to your grandfather?

Several chefs collectively petrified and wanted to say that you are the executive chef of a two-star Michelin restaurant. What about your style and pride?

(End of this chapter)