Xiahou Fuzui was very worried that Lao Jiu was playing a trick. With these people in the fast food restaurant, they would scare away the diners.
Tang Peng didn't care: "It doesn't matter, because I understand this kind of people very well. In fact, they have principles and are better at doing business than most people. If you don't believe it, just wait and see. Hehe, besides, if it doesn't work then
Just tell them to get lost, they don’t dare to do anything anyway.”
After hearing what Tang Peng said, Xiahou Fuzui smiled slightly: "Well, that's fine, I'll just rely on you... Hey, there are really guests here for dinner this time."
Tang Peng looked up and saw a young couple walking in, chatting and laughing.
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Maybe the National Day is indeed an auspicious day. After sending away Pang Mi and others, business has been surprisingly good.
As for the guests who came to eat, they were quite satisfied with the fresh decoration of the fast food restaurant, especially the charming proprietress behind the bar, which made many people think about eating here again in the future.
It was only Tang Peng and the chef behind who were suffering. They were basically busy from 1pm to 9pm. I really couldn’t figure out why there was still food at three or four in the afternoon.
However, Tang Peng did not complain at all. To use a long-outdated saying, he was: tired, but happy.
This also made him more eager for Lao Jiu and others to come to work. At least that would make him much more relaxed.
After the last group of guests left satisfied, Tang Peng sat down on the chair, hanging his head and panting.
"Haha, is it such an exaggeration?"
Xiahou Fuzui walked up behind him, touched his neck, teased his earlobes with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice: "I feel like carrying dishes and clearing tables, no matter how tired I am, is much easier than when you toss me in bed, right?"
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Tang Peng rolled his eyes at her and said: "Serving the plate and tossing you are two completely different concepts. Although they are both efforts, how boring is the work, and how fulfilling it is to toss you? But don't think about it tonight.
I'm so tired now that I'm almost falling apart. I'll go back and wash up before going to bed."
"Oh, it seems that my Pengzi is really not a good worker." Xiahou Fuzui smiled: "Oh, but I think this is also a sense of accomplishment. This afternoon's turnover, regardless of Lao Jiu's four
In addition to 1,800 yuan, we also earned 2,700 yuan. Excluding rent, wages, food expenses and drinks, it is no problem for us to make a net profit of 1,500 yuan. Calculated in this way, we can earn 34,000 yuan a month.
Ten thousand. I just thought about it, let’s work hard for a year and try to open another branch by this time next year. By then you will be a real boss.”
"For the sake of you drawing such a big pie, let's fight for it. You can send Old Liu away first. It's been a tiring day, so let's give him an extra two hundred red envelopes." What Tang Peng said.
Lao Liu is the chef.
Xiahou Fuzui said with a look of reluctance: "Two hundred, so much."
Tang Peng explained: "Is that much? It's not easy for people who are almost fifty years old to do what we do. Alas, I'm not telling you, women just have long hair and short knowledge. Today is a good day to open a business.
, our business is also good, so I gave him a red envelope to make him pay more attention in the future."
"I know, I listen to you, you are the only one who knows a lot." Xiahou Fuzui said in a long voice, and turned around to go to the kitchen.
"This woman, there is a difference between having a man and not having a man, hehe." After staring at Xiahou Fuzui's twisting waist and letting out a lewd laugh, Tang Peng energetically began to clear the table.
By the time Tang Peng finished all the cleaning tasks, it was already around 10:30 pm.
While he was cleaning, a few more people came to eat, but the chef took the red envelope and left happily. Xiahou Fuzui couldn't cook it himself, but the dishes he cooked were also fooled and won praise.
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She was so proud of this that she took the initiative to take over the sanitation of the kitchen.
"Ouch, I'm so exhausted." Tang Peng took off his white work clothes, stretched out his arms and stretched out. When he was about to take a look at the kitchen, he heard the door behind him and turned around to see two people.
The man walked in.
The man walking in front looked to be in his early fifties, with a rosy face and an elegant look all over his body. It was obvious at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.
The man at the back was much younger, probably in his thirties, and was wearing a pair of rimless glasses. When he came in, he glanced around as if checking for anything unusual.
Tang Peng had doubts in his eyes and said with a smile: "You two are here to eat, right? I'm so sorry, our restaurant is closing and the chef is off work."
"We are not..." The young man wearing glasses was about to say something, but the older man waved his hand and said calmly: "Do you have any instant noodles? Just give us two bowls."
"I don't have any instant noodles, sorry." Tang Peng shook his head, and the confusion in his eyes turned into vigilance: It can be seen from their clothes that these two people are not ordinary people, but they came to eat late at night.
People had to think about it, so he immediately refused, saying that there were no more instant noodles.
Tang Peng was not afraid that these two people would cause trouble by coming so late, but Mr. Tang was now determined to be a good citizen and would not cause trouble if he could.
"Haha, your attitude doesn't sound like that of a business person."
The old man smiled and didn't care about Tang Peng's attitude at all. He walked to a table and sat down: "Since you don't have instant noodles, let's make a pot of tea. A restaurant owner can't have this, right?"
The old man had said this. If Tang Peng said that he didn't have it, it would be too rude, so he nodded: "There is, please wait a moment."
When Tang Peng walked behind the bar to get tea, the elderly man began to look at the layout of the restaurant. The young man who came with him did not sit down, but stood behind him, with his waist slightly bent.
"What are these two people here to do? They seem to be working in the officialdom. Are they sent by Mayor Chu to cause trouble?" Tang Peng sneered in his heart, carrying a stainless steel teapot and two
The water glass walked out of the bar, placed it on the table of the elderly man and said: "This pot of tea is given to you two for free. You drink it slowly. I have to clean up behind to prevent people from the relevant departments from nitpicking."
"You know this is..." After hearing the meaning of Tang Peng's words, the young man frowned, but was stopped by the older man: "Li Feng - Haha, young man, you are so defensive about us.
It seems very heavy."
Tang Peng did not deny it: "Yes, because I don't think you two are here to eat."
The elderly man asked back: "Then what do you think we are here for? Are we coming to the restaurant to drink tea?"
"I don't want to guess what exactly you are here for, and I'm too lazy to guess." Tang Peng said coldly: "But you'd better not try to cause trouble here, because there are some people you can't afford to offend."
"Someone I can't afford to offend?" The older man looked at Tang Peng with interest, with sarcasm in his eyes: "You mean I can't afford to offend you?"
"You can put it this way."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you?" Tang Peng held a cigarette in his mouth: "Are you the provincial party committee secretary of Northeastern Province?"
The elderly man was stunned. Just when he was about to say something, he saw Tang Pengsha smile and say: "That's impossible, but I think you seem to be the bastard of a certain mayor of the Shencheng City Government..."
As soon as Tang Peng said this, he suddenly heard the sound of a plate falling to the ground from behind: Bang.
Tang Peng turned around and saw Xiahou Fuzui standing at the door of the kitchen. Looking at the elderly man's face with surprise and dissatisfaction mixed with a little fear, he quickly asked: "Teacher Xiahou, what's wrong with you?"
Xiahou Fuzui didn't answer Tang Peng's question, but just looked at the old man blankly: "Why are you here?"
“Mr.
Sure enough, what the elderly man said later confirmed that Tang Peng's idea was right: "You are my daughter, and today is your grand opening day. How can I, a father, not come to support you?"
Teacher Xiahou’s father, no, isn’t he the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of Northeast Province? Ouch, it turns out that this is Fang Yunhui, the cheap father-in-law of the Sa family! Damn it, I just called him the mayor’s scoundrel——
Tang Peng is not involved in the officialdom, so he doesn't care much about the provincial party committee secretary, but this man is the father-in-law who helped the beauty to drunkenness, and his father-in-law is not very safe. This has been said for a long time.
"Are you here to cheer me up?" Xia Hou walked up to Tang Peng who was in a daze, grabbed his hand and said to Fang Yunhui, "You are here just to see him, right?"
"That's what it means." Fang Yunhui did not deny it.
Xiahou Fuzui asked again: "Then what do you think of him?"
Fang Yunhui picked up the tea that Li Feng had filled for him, took a sip and frowned slightly. This kind of tea costing ten yuan a pound was really hard for him to swallow: "You're a pretty good person, but it's not suitable for you."
"Why isn't it suitable for me?" Xiahou Fuzui asked, "Is it because he is young, or because he has a low background, or simply because you think he is coveting my beauty and family background when he comes together with me?"
"Age, origin, and coveting your beauty and family background are not problems. In fact, any man should have such thoughts about my daughter, Fang Yunhui." Fang Yunhui bent his right index finger and tapped the table lightly and said, "What I said
What I said is not suitable for you because the person you want to marry is not him, but Liao Jiangnan."
Xiahou Fuzui sneered and held Tang Peng's hand tightly: "Why?"
"Because you can only marry Liao Jiangnan."
"For the benefit of the entire Fang family?" Xiahou Fuzui smiled and said, "Just like my mother married you for the Xiahou family?"
Fang Yunhui's eyes condensed: "Fu Zui, you should actually know that if you are born in a family like ours, some things cannot be decided by personal preference..."
Before Fang Yunhui could finish, he was interrupted by Xia Hou Fuzui's sharp voice: "Yes, if you are born in a family like ours, you have to be prepared to get married and be abandoned at all times, just like your mother who died of depression!
Like mother, I am just a tool for family interests in your eyes!"