A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in major restaurants in the capital, that is, the passenger flow dropped sharply. Of course, this did not happen suddenly, but decreased day by day.
At first, I didn’t care which restaurant it was. After all, some people like to eat the food from this restaurant, and some people like to eat the food from another restaurant, maybe to change the taste. This kind of thing happens all the time.
But suddenly one day, when there were only three or two kittens in the huge restaurant, they couldn't sit still. What on earth was going on?
Cyclamen is one of the largest restaurants in the capital, and there are some powerful people backing it. It is not afraid of not having customers or making trouble. It has always been running smoothly.
Zhao Laicai is the shopkeeper of this Cyclamen restaurant. Now he sees the empty scene in his restaurant and is very distressed. He has sent people out to check, why on earth did the guests disappear without any signs?
"The shopkeeper." A young boy ran into the lobby panting. While calming down the breath caused by running, he talked to Zhao Laicai. "I know, I know the reason."
"What's the reason? Tell me quickly." Zhao Laicai walked out from the counter excitedly, grabbed the boy's arm, and asked anxiously. The matter was very important, and he didn't want the owner to think that he was too incompetent to retain customers.
"He, they all went to Zuixian Tower." The boy finally calmed down his breathing and told the scene he saw.
"Zui Xian Tower?" Zhao Laicai was a little confused. He knew that Zuixian Tower was the property of Prince Qi's mansion. Zuixian Tower was the first to bring out a lot of fresh food and new tricks. He also knew that. And these had already been sold by
Everyone has learned, and the passenger flow has also been divided. Did they come up with any new tricks? But why didn't the people he sent send the news beforehand?
Zhao Laicai secretly wondered, had the people he sent been discovered by the people from Zuixian Tower?
"Shopkeeper, there are a lot of people in Zuixianlou. Those who don't have seats are all lined up outside the door and are still waiting there." The boy wiped the sweat from his face and continued, "I heard that Zuixianlou
There is a good wine in it, and people go there for that wine."
"Good wine?" Zhao Laicai's attention was attracted. "What good wine?"
"I heard that within ten days, the new wine in Zuixian Tower will only be given away, not sold, and only one bottle of wine will be given to each table." The young man told Zhao Laicai exactly what he heard, "Only those who have gone in to eat
Only people know what the wine tastes like, but the name of the wine seems to be Bamboo Kee Sake."
"Zhuji sake?" Zhao Laicai thought about it several times in his mind but never thought of which winery produced this kind of wine. "Lao Wang, Lao Wang." He called the buyer over in a loud voice.
"Shopkeeper, are you looking for me?" A wrinkled man in his forties walked quickly to Zhao Laicai.
"Have you ever heard of the name Bamboo Kee Sake?" Zhao Laicai asked with a frown. Lao Wang has been buying cyclamen for many years. He is very careful, and what's even more rare is that although he likes to take advantage of small things, he still
He has never attracted attention, and he is quite eloquent, and he often fawns over Zhao Laicai, so Zhao Laicai will turn a blind eye to his behavior as long as it is not excessive. "
"No." Lao Wang knew that Zhao Laicai would not mention this name without reason. So he thought carefully for a while before answering affirmatively.
Zhao Laicai's frown deepened. He still trusted Lao Wu very much. Since he said there was no such wine, there must be no such wine on the market. Could it be said that Zuixianlou brewed good wine by itself?
If this is the case, it is not good news for their cyclamen. Just looking at the scene in the store today, you can see how much influence the wine has.
"Is there any news about Xiao Wu?" Zhao Laicai asked again.
"I met him yesterday, but he didn't say there was anything wrong with Zuixian Tower. It was just that there were suddenly more guests." Lao Wang was also responsible for liaising with the people assigned to Zuixian Tower by Cyclamen.
"Let him find out where this wine came from." Zhao Laicai was in a very bad mood because he didn't get any useful information.
On the third floor of Zuixian Tower, King Qi Mu Qingqi and Mu Qiyue were sitting in an exclusive elegant room, drinking with each other.
"Hahahaha, fourth brother, it's all thanks to you. Come on, let me toast you a glass." Mu Qingqi picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly with Mu Qiyue, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Brother Qi, this wine has a lot of stamina, drink less." Seeing that he wanted to drink more, Mu Qiyue hurriedly tried to dissuade him. He himself had a good capacity for drinking, but he also got drunk. Now Mu Qing
As the owner of Zuixianlou, Qi cannot drink too much on days like this.
"Good wine, good wine." After listening to Mu Qiyue's words, Mu Qingqi no longer insisted on drinking. "It's just for those people downstairs to drink. It's just a waste of natural resources." Mu Qingqi shook his head.
"Haha, in a few days there will be people begging Brother Qi to buy wine. Don't worry, you won't lose money." Mu Qiyue said confidently.
And Mu Qingqi raised his head and glanced at him, "People often say that there is no profiteer without profit. It seems that you are the profiteer." Such good wine will be given for free for ten days. After ten days, people who are used to drinking this kind of wine will
, will you go for another drink?
"Brother Qi, thank you." Mu Qiyue smiled smugly. Who said the ancients were real, using retreat to make progress is not only useful in communicating with people, but Mu Qiyue also used it very smoothly when doing business.
Within a few days, Mu Qingqi came to the door.
"Brother Qi, why are you here free?" Mu Qiyue was at Zhuangzi, looking at some of the account books of Muyue Trading Company brought by Lu Mingtao, when he saw Mu Qingqi walking in with a serious face.
"There is a mole in Zuixian Tower, and he has stolen several jars of Zhuji sake." Mu Qingqi sat on the chair and said angrily.
"This man is quite bold. He actually dares to cause trouble under your nose. How will Brother Qi deal with him?" Mu Qiyue was stunned for a moment when he heard the news, and then asked calmly.
"I haven't found who did it. Several people are suspected." Mu Qingqi was very depressed. "Shopkeeper Lin was afraid that a large-scale investigation would make people in Zuixian Tower panic and affect the business of the store, so he had to slow down.
The search took a long time."
"This man is really brave. He stole such an important thing and still didn't run away." Mu Qiyue found the matter interesting. "Who do you think Brother Qi did?"
"Who else can there be but those few people?" Mu Qingqi was referring to several restaurants that compete with Zuixian Tower and the owners behind them.
"That's true." Mu Qiyue also knew in his heart that Mu Qingqi was not the only one who was powerful in the capital. Many people came to share the big pie of the restaurant business, and they were not fuel-efficient lamps.
The current grandeur of Zuixian Tower will certainly arouse the envy of others.
"What if they also brew this kind of wine?" Mu Qingqi said worriedly.
"Brewing this kind of wine? Hahahaha." Mu Qiyue asked back, and then laughed.
"Stop laughing." Mu Qingqi interrupted him impatiently.
"Brother Qi, do you know what ingredients this wine is made of?" Mu Qiyue stopped laughing.
"What raw material? Isn't it just rice? Are there other things in the passage?" Mu Qingqi rolled his eyes.
"It's rice, but not ordinary rice." Mu Qiyue nodded, then shook his head.
"What else is unusual? Can't you use special rice to make wine?" Mu Qingqi said with a smile. Of course he knows how precious special rice is. Although today's production has increased significantly, it is impossible to use it to make wine.
But looking at Mu Qiyue's somewhat proud eyes, Mu Qingqi became uneasy. "Is it really that one?"
Mu Qiyue nodded, "That's it."
"What a waste." Mu Qingqi wanted to slap Mu Qiyue on the back of the head, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. After Mu Qiyue turned fourteen, his strength was stronger than his.
"However, you can't give me less of my share." Mu Qingqi was afraid that Mu Qiyue would deduct the special white rice that was agreed to be allocated to him because of the wine making. "You don't know, your little nephew,
Now I don’t eat anything except the special white rice, and I don’t know who I followed.” Mu Qingqi said helplessly.
Hearing him mention the child, Mu Qiyue's eyes narrowed, but when it came to the words on his lips, he still didn't say them. In fact, after Lin Zhu and Fu Douer came that time, they put the little red horse Hongyun here again.
I've been here before. But I didn't spend the night here. I left the same day.
If Mu Qingqi had come two days earlier, he might have met him.
"That's because Brother Qi is too spoiled to him." Mu Qiyue didn't say anything in the end.
"I'm so used to him. Concubine Yue can't wait to find all the good things for him." Although he was complaining, Mu Qingqi was still very satisfied with Concubine Yue for being so kind to his and the concubine's children, especially
Now he and Yue Fei have not given birth to a second child.
"That's true, looking at Concubine Yue's appearance, someone who doesn't know the truth would think they are mother and son?" Mu Qiyue said casually.
"Hey, don't tell me, they do look a bit alike." After hearing what he said, Mu Qingqi suddenly said, "This kid doesn't look much like me and the concubine."
After hearing this, Mu Qiyue's eyes flashed and he began to worry about it.
"Why am I telling you this?" Mu Qingqi seemed to know that he had made a mistake, and said with some regret, "By the way, I came here to ask you, how much Zhuji sake can I have?"
"This year's production is not very large, because only about one hundred acres are planted." Mu Qiyue reported the number, but what surprised Mu Qingqi was that he was so generous and used one hundred acres of special rice.
Come and make wine. How prodigal is this to do such a thing?
"Didn't you only plant a hundred acres in total?" Mu Qingqi looked at him nervously.
"It's not my hundred acres, and this wine doesn't belong to me. It belongs to someone else. It's just for your convenience and don't ask about it." Mu Qiyue knew that his brother was curious, so he cut off the conversation first.
road.
"Okay, okay, don't ask if you don't ask." Mu Qingqi reluctantly retracted his curiosity. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest