While the great-grandma was thinking about getting Ye Fan’s secret recipe, Chen Ximo was urging the engineering team to decorate the hotpot city.
The entire building is Qianjun Real Estate, so Chen Ximo asked the workers to work in three shifts, and of course he also gave three times the wages.
With all his efforts, Taipo's herbal tea shop was completely renovated in less than two days, with the antique decoration and all the equipment.
Because all the materials inside are imported and are environmentally friendly and harmless, they only need to be left for two days to use.
Ye Fan did not treat them badly because the decoration team worked so hard. In addition to three times the wages, he also bought them cigarettes and drinks every day.
He once wanted his parents to make Level 8 herbal tea for the decoration team and to win some reputation for the grandma herbal tea in advance, but when he saw a herbal tea shop next to him, he gave up his thoughts.
This herbal tea shop is more than ten square meters, a bit shabby and a bit down, and the business is extremely light.
There is only the fat boss in the store.
Ye Fan has always followed the practice of keeping a front-line for making money. He knew that when the Taipo's herbal tea was opened, he was afraid that the fat boss would drink the northwest wind, so he did not make herbal tea himself these days.
He bought them in large quantities from the fat boss.
After several round trips, the fat boss became familiar with Ye Fan and smiled and handed Ye Fan a cigarette:
"Brother, you are a good person."
"You have doubled my turnover these days."
"I know the quality of my herbal tea is not too bad, but it is not much better, it is similar to ordinary Chinese medicine."
"If you can open such a big herbal tea shop, you must have something real in your hand."
"Are you worried that I will have no food to eat in the future?"
The fat boss teased and talked to Ye Fan, showing his bright white teeth. When the sun shone, his lazy fat face gave Ye Fan a sense of vicissitudes of life.
"Although this is a legitimate business and my target is also the Shen Group, it will still squeeze the big brother's business."
Ye Fan waved his hand and refused the cigarette: "So the herbal tea these days is both a little apology and a desire to make friends."
The fat boss introduced himself happily: "My name is Xue Wuming, what do you call me?"
"Ye Fan."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Brother, I'm sorry for being disrespectful."
"Without me, my herbal tea shop, your business is average, and it is even difficult to make a living. Don't you consider changing careers?"
He could not see that the fat boss was at all anxious, as if business was dispensable, but Ye Fan knew that the rent for this small shop was at least 10,000 yuan.
"Although I'm not very good at making herbal tea, this is one of the two major techniques I can make some money."
The fat boss scratched his head and smiled, "Change career... either go back to his old business or beg at the street corner."
"But don't worry, I don't blame you. At worst, after you open the business, I will reduce the price of herbal tea and I can still make some money. Anyway, the shop belongs to me."
"Of course, the most important thing is that I have accumulated some old capital."
He comforted Ye Fan: "Even if you don't open a herbal tea shop, you can have food and clothing for the rest of your life."
"Brother is so confident, it turns out that he is also a second generation shop."
Ye Fan jokingly, then asked curiously: "What is Brother Xue doing for his own business?"
Boss Xue leaned against the cashier: "I'm an old man, a pig slaughter, but I haven't had a lot of time and my knife is rusted."
He looked cynical, but when the knife rusts, there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes, as if he had touched something that had been covered with dust for many years.
"Brother Xue is so funny."
Ye Fan knew he was joking, but he didn't ask, and then glanced at the shop:
"Brother, knowing is fate."
"How about this, you give me the shop tray and I'll give you twice the market rent."
"In this way, you can make money while lying down, and I don't have to feel guilty about squeezing your business."
"If you can't rest, you can join us, and we will also recruit a lot of people."
"If you have experience, I can give you a high salary."
Ye Fan gave a suggestion. He thought the fat boss was okay, so he wanted to reach out to support him.
"Hahaha, Brother Ye, you are indeed a good person, but you will lose money when doing business like this."
Xue Wuming laughed: "You don't have to feel guilty towards me. Just open your herbal tea shop for legitimate business competition."
"Your business is booming. My brother won't be jealous, he will only be happy for you. I really can't hold on any day. I will give you a thick face."
"I'll change my hands now. I'm sorry for my unyielding heart, which will add a burden to you."
He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder hard: "Do it well, on the day of opening, my brother will give you a flower basket."
"Okay, Brother Xue said this, then I'll listen."
Ye Fan shook hands with him and smiled: "Come here to support the day of opening."
Xue Wuming nodded: Sure."
Ye Fan waved goodbye to Xue Wuming and returned to the store with dozens of bottles of herbal tea.
Looking at Ye Fan's back, the fat boss put a cigarette into his mouth, and there was a touch of gentleness on his face. He was about to comment on the interesting Ye Fan, but suddenly his eyes narrowed.
His eyes were fixed on a woman in a long skirt not far away.
The woman in the long skirt was carrying a guitar, a wild flower was inserted on her head, and a SLR camera was bathed in the sun, patting her left and right.
Xue Wuming murmured to himself: "The strange face, the familiar smell..."
"Xi Mo, thank you."
Ye Fan returned to the shop that was being cleaned, sent herbal tea to dozens of decoration workers, and then handed it to Chen Ximo a bottle and said with a smile:
"Thank you for the hard work these days."
Without Chen Ximo's strong help, the herbal tea shop would not have been handled so quickly. Ye Fan was also very happy to see his parents' relief.
"Just knowing that I have worked hard, should I treat me to a meal at noon?"
While wiping the words "Tao Po's Herbal Tea", Chen Ximo looked at the Shen Building opposite:
"After serving me, I'll find you an advertising company to advertise."
She raised her neck and said, "Let your herbal tea shop be full of glory."
"It's time to eat."
Although Ye Fan knew that Chen Ximo was angry with Shen Sicheng, she had been busy for a few days after all:
"I'll take you there if you want to eat."
"bite--"
Chen Ximo was about to respond, but her phone vibrated. She took it out and answered, and after a moment she smiled:
"Ye Fan, you are so lucky. I won't kill you this time."
"You go to the imperial kitchen with me, my mother wants to see you again."
She smiled sweetly: "Last time you pointed out that she had a stomach problem, so she could find out her condition in time and save her half of her life. She wanted to thank you."
Thinking of Chen Chenxi's lofty arrogance, Ye Fan's head inexplicably hurts.
However, he decided to go with Chen Ximo to see how her illness was, which could be considered as a reward for Chen Ximo.
He took off the hard hat on his head, told Han Jianfeng and the others a few words, and then followed Chen Ximo to leave...