Guangzhou Fucheng, Pingan Restaurant.

This is a five-story restaurant.

It is obvious that the construction technology used here already has cement structure in it.

Zhu Ying naturally covered the entire fifth floor.

In fact, generally speaking, restaurants do not allow this, so in the end, some power was naturally used, such as Jin Yiwei's waist card.

When the shopkeeper saw his descendants, they were frightened.

The notorious and famous Jin Yiwei came to his restaurant. If he didn't serve him well, he would be killed.

Behead first and report later. The imperial power grants permission and scares people to death.

"Sir, please try it. Our restaurant is the famous Ping'an Tea House in the capital. These pastries have been personally trained by the masters of Ping'an Tea House."

"Especially this steamed bun, which is white and soft. It is said that both the grandson and your majesty like to eat it."

"Just this steamed bun, and there is a legendary story."

After the restaurant owner and the waiter served tea, he personally stood beside him to accompany him.

Zhu Ying smiled and said, "Tell me what the story is."

Regarding his own business plan, Zhu Ying generally gave a direction and basically had no involvement in the specific implementation.

In terms of food, Zhu Ying obviously has great advantages, especially in brand chain operations.

At present, basically the entire Ming Dynasty has blossomed everywhere.

Zhu Ying was not just trying to gain celebrity status like later generations. After all, it was all his family's business, so there was no need to ruin his reputation.

Today's Ping'an Teahouse is the headquarters of the entire Ming Dynasty. Because of the Taisun's sign, the daily flow of people is always full. In addition to the never-sleeping city in the capital, the store no longer feels like it is closed.

It's twelve hours running in succession.

Even in the early morning, there was still a long queue outside.

Except for some distinguished nobles and ministers, it is really difficult to take a bite.

For the expansion of Ping An Teahouse, a cooperative business model was adopted.

That is to say, Ping An Tea House arranges training, including waiters, chefs, management, etc., accounting for 51% of the shares, while investors hold 49% of the shares, and are responsible for site construction and personnel recruitment.

The accounting office of each store is sent by Ping An Tea House headquarters.

Under such circumstances, Ping'an Teahouse's branches did not have to consider the issue of funds at all. Each training would start with hundreds of people, and they would frantically open stores in various prefectures, prefectures, and even counties in the Ming Dynasty.

In just a few years, a chain storm has formed.

Zhu Ying doesn't know exactly how many stores there are, but basically cities with a slightly better economy will have Ping'an Tea House branches.

Here in Guangzhou Fucheng, although he is somewhat involved with Taisun.

However, Uncle Zhang had already said hello that the local government would be responsible for the branch's problems, and the capital would not intervene. It would be whatever it was, and any violations would be dealt with normally.

If a branch is found to be acting in Taisun's name, severe penalties will be imposed, and depending on the seriousness of the case, shares and operating rights may be confiscated.

The profits from the branch do not need to be transported to the capital, but can be deposited directly into the royal bank in the local capital.

Food is the most important thing for the people.

In the area of ​​food, it is really very profitable.

Especially in a populous country like Ming Dynasty.

The meals, pastries, and even drinks at Ping'an Tea House are mainly for mid-to-high-end consumer groups. Although they are more expensive than other places, the reputation is not bad.

In order to better control the branches, including service quality, food taste and other aspects, Zhu Ying set up an internal investigation department.

The Jingshi side arranges personnel every month to conduct secret investigations on chain restaurants across the country.

To put it simply, I just ran over and had two meals to see if there was any problem, and finally wrote an investigation report and sent it to the capital headquarters.

There are about two to three hundred undercover investigators in total. For restaurants across the country, they will have undercover investigators basically every one to two months.

These staff will not reveal themselves after eating, and even if they have problems, they will only report them to the headquarters. This makes branches everywhere pay great attention to in-store management.

In fact, Zhu Ying already knew what the shopkeeper was going to say.

Good wine is also afraid of deep alleys.

Soft article promotion is still necessary.

The shopkeeper began to tell the story with a smile.

"This Ping'an Teahouse was first opened by His Highness Taisun." When the shopkeeper mentioned Taisun, he would shake his head and bow in the direction of the capital to show respect.

"My grandson faked his death due to illness when he was young. At that time, quack doctors were everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, but they didn't notice it and sealed the grandson directly in a coffin."

"God couldn't stand it anymore. On the day my grandson was buried in the Xiaoling Mausoleum, thunder rolled from the sky and the earth dragon rolled over, forcefully shaking the coffin into the underground river, so that my grandson survived."

"It's just that my grandson is young. After entering the underworld, the whole underworld was disturbed."

"Who is your great grandson? He is protected by God. I heard that he was a god in the sky in his previous life. In this life, he is an immortal. He dares not care about the bull-headed and horse-faced people. Even if the Lord of Hell sees him, he will call him "young master".

Woolen cloth."

Zhu Ying's face was filled with a smile, but she was so embarrassed that she almost dug her toes out.

He indeed ordered Yuan Jiachi, the capital's newspaper secretary, to be responsible for artistic processing of his story to a certain extent.

Later, because of the war against Japan, I didn’t pay much attention to it.

I didn't expect it to be compiled so outrageously.

What a fucking talent.

Don't tell me, if I weren't the protagonist of this story, it would be quite interesting.

Zhu Yunxi next to him heard the call with great interest.

Even the few guards in Jinyi who were responsible for guarding the area had their ears perked up.

"Does Your Excellency know about His Highness Taisun's amnesia?" the shopkeeper asked at this time.

Zhu Ying nodded: "I understand."

The shopkeeper continued: "Speaking of how great the great grandson was back then, it was the time when dogs of seven and eight years old were the most naughty. His Majesty and the Queen doted on him, and there were no taboos in the palace. He was called the little overlord of the palace, and he was the prince.

When His Highness was alive, he wanted to take a detour when he saw it."

Even dogs hate this word, which made Jin Yiwei's eyes sharpen.

Zhu Yunxi also frowned slightly.

This seems a bit offensive.

However, Zhu Ying doesn't think there is anything wrong with it, because such terms are obviously more down-to-earth, more humane, and are accepted by the people.

The shopkeeper has told this story countless times. Naturally, he knew this, but he didn't care. After all, this was something the capital had already approved, and even if someone was looking for trouble, they could get away with it.

"My grandson has been growing up in the palace in his early years. After this soul arrived in the underworld, of course he felt strange. He looked here and did things there. The bull-headed and horse-faced people following him could only wipe our grandson's butt. The whole thing

The underworld is bustling with excitement."

"When this soul reaches the underworld, after crossing the Naihe Bridge, of course it's time to drink Meng Po soup."

"Originally, our great-grandson has not yet finished his life, so he doesn't need to drink the Meng Po soup, but he is so naughty. Seeing so many people queuing up to drink, he wants to have a bowl no matter what, and there is nothing that can stop him."

"Then Po Meng didn't give it to me, so my grandson grabbed the spoon, poured it in himself, and took a big bite."

"At this time, even if the King of Hell comes over, there is nothing he can do. He can only watch his grandson falling asleep like this."

"Our grandson's health was not very good in the mortal world. The Prince of Hell was afraid of being blamed, so he secretly used magic power to cure his body, and then quickly sent the soul up."

"After our grandson woke up, he naturally forgot who he was and went to the Western Regions by mistake."

"But who is our grandson? God is protecting him. When he arrived in the Western Regions, he founded a huge group of merchants. I heard that when my grandson was in the Western Regions, all the small countries in the Western Regions had to

He acted based on the look in our grandson’s eyes.”

"This is our grandson. No matter where he is, even if he has lost his memory, his light cannot be obscured."

"It's just that the Lord of Hell is in a hurry underground. His grandson has not returned to the capital for a long time. What will the Ming Dynasty do?"

"It happened to be at this time that His Highness the Crown Prince passed away and arrived in the underworld."

"Originally it was a father and son meeting, but when His Highness the Prince asked, he found out that his son was not in the underworld, but still alive and well in the world of heaven. He immediately scolded the Lord of Hell."

"The Prince of Hell checked and found out that the grandson happened to be in Peiping. His Highness thought that this was the territory of his fourth brother, King Yan, so he quickly gave King Yan a dream and asked him to bring the grandson back to the capital."

"When King Yan woke up, he thought it was a dream, but he actually saw his grandson. He quickly took his grandson to the capital to attend the prince's funeral."

"That's it, His Highness Taisun finally returned to the capital."

"Your Highness, your great grandson, was brought up by your majesty himself a few years ago. Just by looking at him, you knew he was your own eldest grandson."

"It's just that in everyone's eyes, this man has been dead for so many years, so maybe no one would believe him if he looks similar."

"Our Majesty is also a god in the sky, the reincarnation of Emperor Xuanwu. Hearing other people's doubts, he immediately dug up the grandson's tomb."

"This mausoleum was dug up to prove that His Highness the Grand Sun was still alive. When he was buried, all the officials were watching, and nothing could be faked."
To be continued...