My Exclusive Dream Game

Wow.

Chen Xu pulled the shutter door up, turned on the switch, and the LED light hung on the eaves of the door lit up, illuminating the open space in front of the door clearly.

"Well, today's goal is to preserve capital."

Chen Ziqi, who was wrapped in a red down jacket, showed a white mist, her palms together. After speaking, I moved out the tables and chairs and placed them on the open space in front.

Today is the third day of business for the noodle restaurant. The number of customers on the first day is six, and the turnover is ninety. On the second day, there were eight people, and the turnover was one hundred and fifty. The extra 30 yuan was Chen Xuduo's addition of tea eggs, two yuan each, which was really black.

After learning the price of tea eggs, she also overturned her previous speculation that Chen Xu's profit margin was definitely more than 100%. The cost of an egg is only 50 cents at most, and if you add various seasonings and gas bills, it is only 70 or 80 cents at the top, and it sells for 2.5 yuan, which is more than 300%.

With a scientific attitude, she deliberately turned out Chen Xu's shopping receipt, which showed that the noodles he used cost 20 yuan per box, the net weight was 2.5 kilograms, and there were a total of 30 noodles in it.

Calculated in this way, the cost of a bowl of noodles is horribly low.

After discovering the truth, she felt that she was worried about him, which was simply unnecessary. In theory, as long as the turnover reaches two hundred, there will be absolutely no loss.

Of course, this is not cost-effective, and the two of them have done nothing.

"Hey, it's you again."

As soon as Chen Ziqi set up the tables and chairs, she saw the man who was waiting for them to come and open the door yesterday. This time, he took his girlfriend again.

The person here was Yan Qing, and he said to Liu Bing, "Look, I really didn't lie to you. This noodle restaurant only serves midnight snacks and won’t open until evening."

Liu Bing said in surprise, "There really is such a wonderful noodle restaurant."

"Hmm."

Chen Ziqi coughed heavily, saying that she had heard what she said just now, and stepped forward and asked, "What do you two have to eat?"

Yan Qing couldn't help but complain, "Do you have anything else here?"

"Look over there, our latest products, tea eggs, and seafood noodles." Chen Ziqi hung a finger on the wall.

Yanqing and the two looked over and saw that there was a small blackboard with three products written in chalk on it, and the prices were marked at the back. The signature fresh meat noodles were fifteen in the medium bowl and twenty in the large bowl. The seafood noodle bowl is 20 in the middle and the big bowl is 25.

He asked, "Do you still have a big bowl?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Chen Ziqi blinked and said, "You didn't ask before."

Yan Qing was a little speechless, "It's really the first time I have seen you who do business like you."

"Then you eat or not?"

Yanqing swears that if his girlfriend were not pulling him, he would definitely turn around and leave. In order to eat a bowl of noodles, he could be so angry.

"Little sister, please bring me two bowls of fresh meat noodles, a big bowl." After Liu Bing finished speaking, he pulled him to a leeward position.

Fuck, it turned out to be so cool. Especially when he looked at the other party and swallowed his anger, and didn't dare to refute. It's almost.

Her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new door.

After a while, the noodles came over.

Yanqing came here three times, and finally was able to taste the noodles from this restaurant. I was a little excited about it. He didn't want to eat it too much. He was completely curious. Why does his girlfriend like this noodles with clear soup and watery soup?

When the noodles arrived in front of him, he couldn't help but want to complain again, "This is the big bowl? Isn't it the same size as the last medium bowl?"

"But the amount of noodles has increased, and a piece of meat has been added, so it's a bargain." Chen Ziqi replied.

"At least change to a larger bowl."

"Good idea." Chen Ziqi said, and left like this.

Listening to her perfunctory tone, Yan Qing had an urge to lift the table. What kind of waiters are these.

Opposite him, Liu Bing had already started eating, and his relish look made him endure this breath again. In any case, it is the most important thing for a girlfriend to be full.

He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, picked it up, and tasted the soup first. There was a slight change in his expression suddenly.

Objectively speaking, it is very delicious, like the taste of fresh chicken soup, but it is lighter, which immediately arouses people's appetite.

In this case, a noodle sells for fifteen yuan, which is really not expensive.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of noodles, which was okay. It was not bad as expected. It tasted really good with the noodle soup.

"Boss, do you have any peppers?" He asked after taking a few bites and getting a taste of it.

"No." Chen Ziqi did not lift her head.

"Ah?" Yanqing originally wanted to say something, but in the end, she closed her mouth consciously, and even if there is no chili, she can still eat it.

…………

It was about eleven o'clock. Chen Ziqi yawned, looking at the lively barbecue stall next door, and then at the empty shop in her own house, pouting, and muttering, "What's so delicious about barbecue, these people really I don’t know the goods, our noodles are so good."

Chen Xu, who was sitting at the door looking at his mobile phone, raised his head and breathed into the palm of his hand, saying, "It's too cold today. Let's close the stall earlier."

Chen Ziqi shook her head, "No, we'll be able to pay back only 50 yuan. If you drive a little later, someone will definitely come."

While talking, a man walked in.

"Look." Chen Ziqi jumped up suddenly, "Hello, may I ask what you want to eat."

The man was about 30 years old, with a round face and tightly wrapped body. He glanced at the small blackboard and said, "Bring me a bowl of fresh meat noodles."

"Okay, wait a minute." Chen Ziqi showed a sweet smile and ran to the kitchen to wait.

After a while, she came out with the noodles, "Your noodles, please use it slowly."

The man looked at the bowl of noodles, and Chen Ziqi beside him could tell from his expression that this must be a very picky customer.

The man looked for a few seconds before picking up the chopsticks and picking up a piece of noodles without eating. After observing for a second or two, the chopsticks pressed gently to break the noodles.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then brought it to his mouth and tasted the soup.

He closed his eyes and seemed to recollect that the expression on his face that he didn't care about had undergone a noticeable change.

Chen Ziqi, who is next to him, is already watching, what's the situation?

Isn't it here to find the ballast?

"boss."

The man opened his eyes, they were a little frighteningly bright, he put down the bowl and yelled loudly.

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Ziqi had already regarded him as someone who came to ask for trouble, with a vigilant expression on her face.

I just listened to the man exasperatedly saying, "Pack me fifty copies of this noodles and take them away."

"what?"

Chen Ziqi looked dull.

Pack, fifty copies?

Am I right?

What's the situation?

S: Unknowingly, this book is already 200,000 characters long, let's talk about it.

I have been a teenager since I wrote a book. I have been thinking about what I lack the most. In terms of writing ability, at least in the area of ​​online writing, I feel that I am qualified. Now looking back at the Gate of the Plane that I wrote a few years ago, the text is okay.

In fact, every time I write a book, I think there are gains. I found that my biggest problem lies in the rhythm. The few books I have written actually have no real mainline. In each book, there are major problems with the rhythm.

The gate of the first plane, the highest/tide is when the protagonist wins the 100m championship. At that time, it was almost on the shelves. I originally wanted to write this story during the time it was on the shelves, but unfortunately, I couldn't stick to my own phases, so I moved ahead. After this climax/trend, I found that there were fewer people following it, and my mentality became anxious, and the later writing was a little broken.

The turning point in the second book of the winner's life was the relationship between the protagonist and Miao Xiuxiu. Too many readers responded that they liked this role. I still failed to hold on to my idea, and let the protagonist establish a relationship with her, completely disrupting my outline. It collapsed again.

The third one is not on the shelves, so I won’t say anything. In the fourth book of another world, I insisted on my idea, but unfortunately, this subject had a congenital flaw, and it finally collapsed.

This book, at the beginning, was tepid, and at the end of the first dream, recommended tickets, rewards, and various outbreaks. I was stunned.

During that time, I thought a lot. I finally understood where my problem was. I was too inflated. When I wrote about a big climax/tide, the data skyrocketed. I hope to keep this soaring state. I hope that every chapter will have this kind of response. Finally, I embarked on an evil path and opened my mind. . Finally collapsed.

Going back to this book, the first dream was written too well. Everyone hopes that I will maintain this level. After serious consideration, I found it impossible.

I started to conceive the first dream a year ago, and it took a few months. At that time, I wrote a paragraph and felt it was not right. You can put it aside and read it again in two days. I feel it’s coming, and then I continue to go. Write down. Halfway through the writing, I felt that the hostess had set a deviation, so I deleted a few chapters and rewritten.

But now, there are no such conditions at all. Before it is put on the shelves, you can change four thousand characters a day, and you can't stop it. If you stop it for a day, you can kill you. After it’s on the shelves, it will have at least 6,000 characters, and the task will be even heavier. At this level of intensity, if I can always maintain the level of my first dream, I would already be platinum, and still need to struggle like I am now?

Thinking about this, my mindset calmed down. I also have some insights about rhythm.

To be honest, since this book was uploaded, I haven't gotten into the text, because I know it in my mind, and the outline is in my mind. To what extent the plot progresses, what characters appear, what kind of dialogues I have with the protagonist, and open the document, I can write a chapter in one go.

I am also a reader myself. I understand the feelings of some readers. With a style like mine, it is a little bit uncomfortable to pursue it. If you urge, raise, or even discard the article, I can fully understand you. I don’t expect you to understand my difficulties as an author~www.readwn.com~ is a very personal thing. If you like it, you like it, and if you don’t like it, you don’t like it. It is impossible that because your author said something nice, I would force myself to go to books that I don’t like, which don’t exist.

My book should be more suitable for reading at once. We can't pursue it anymore. We can only say that we have no chance, and we met at an inappropriate time. I hope you can find more to suit your tastes. I also hope that one day in the future, you will pick up this book again and continue the frontier.

In fact, I understand that some readers hope that the protagonist and Luo Xiyun will establish a relationship as soon as possible. However, if you do this now, it is equivalent to ending the book early. Because there is nothing to write about, the protagonist is like being chained, and many plots cannot be unfolded anymore.

In other words, the plot of the two people living together sweetly is what I am not good at. Reluctant to write by myself, it is not long.

I will follow this book at my own pace. Because I know that there are still many silently reading books, silently voting, silently rewarding, and the silent majority. This week, there were more than 15,600 recommendation tickets, and 68 bookmates who were rewarded were the testimony. Thank you everyone.