Under Lin Ze's arrangement, bomb-style marketing and the fuel of joining a gang, the reputation of Hero Building quickly spread throughout Chang'an City. Neighbors, relatives and friends would always add the sentence "Do you know melatonin" at the end of their meetings and chats? Phew, do you know the Hero Building?
Finally, amid the high expectations of the residents of Chang'an City (unknown to the public), the restaurant announced that it would officially open.
On the same day, the band hired by Hu Hai played gongs and drums, and a plaque with the words "Heroes Building" was written on it. A shiny golden plaque was hung on the door of the restaurant. On both sides of the door were also hung "Heroes and heroes can eat meat, but they are not warriors." The sixteen words "Don't enter this door" fully demonstrate the bold and unrestrained style of Hero Building.
Going back to the door, there are some things to test martial arts cultivation on both sides, mainly stone locks to test the strength of the first grade and white paper for the internal organs of the second grade. If a martial artist reaches the third grade or above, it can be judged by the appearance. It is verified from the side that the restaurant only accepts martial artists. .There are two newly built arenas 15 meters in front of the gate. There are two big flags on the arena, one is "Martial Arts" and the other is "Must Win".
This posture greatly satisfied the original curiosity of the onlookers, and they couldn't help but look forward to it even more.
Lin Ze ordered someone to push a wooden platform out, stood up on it, and held a homemade wooden speaker and spoke to everyone: "Dear heroes and fellow villagers, I am the shopkeeper of the Hero Building, responsible for the affairs of the restaurant. I would like to thank you for coming. Thank you, everyone here can receive five kilograms of rice in this building later as a token of my gratitude to everyone."
At first, when they saw Lin Ze, a child who looked a few years old, everyone was a little embarrassed. When they heard that they could receive rice, they immediately clapped their hands excitedly. This is the happiest thing for the residents of Chang'an.
Lin Ze stretched out his hand and pressed down, lowering his voice: "I know that you all know something about Hero House. Yes, our Hero House owner advocates all kinds of heroes. We opened this restaurant not to make money, but to make money. In order to make more heroes, this building only accepts warriors in principle. However, considering that warriors also bring their families, warriors above the fourth grade can bring two of their families to dine for free, and our host is lucky enough to invite one today. A grand master from the Qin Dynasty is here to support me, so please give me a warm welcome."
During the words, the people watching saw a figure flash across the sky and land on the fifth floor, accompanied by endless pressure. The audience who had originally planned to complain and lamented stared blankly at the figure as if they had been collectively tapped in their acupoints. After a flash, everyone looked up at the fifth floor. There were expressions of satisfaction, joy, admiration and envy on their faces, but no one dared to speak. Even Lin Ze was startled, wondering if this was a bit too much.
Soon the figure on the fifth floor flew out again, and the endless pressure slowly dissipated. At this time, the crowd erupted again, screaming, shouting, shaking hands, and hugging each other. Lin Ze already suspected that he was returning. That year I watched the "God of Song" concert.
As Lin Ze said the last sentence, "Open the door to welcome guests, all dishes opened today are on sale at half price", the climax of the atmosphere was directly detonated. Those warriors who wanted to see it couldn't wait to rush inside, but they were stopped by the door. According to the rules, only warriors of level three or above were let in on the spot, while those below level three could only queue up for testing.
A third-level warrior walked into the restaurant with great interest. He was startled as soon as he entered the door. Twelve well-dressed and beautiful ladies stood in two rows and bowed and saluted: "Welcome heroes." The warrior suddenly felt like his bones were shaking.
A little lighter, he went up to the second floor under the leadership of a servant. The warrior was about to go to the third floor, but was stopped by two guards. The warrior was about to get angry, but suddenly saw the two guards.
Zhen Qi flowed all over his body, and he suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He said aggrievedly: "Isn't it a restaurant? Can't I just go there to have a meal?"
The boy who led the way smiled and responded: "Generally, third-level people will dine on the second floor. The third floor and above are for middle-level warriors. Only those who have won ten consecutive arena games in our restaurant are eligible to go up. It is also more convenient for all warriors to become stronger."
The warrior asked for advice."
"What about the fifth rank? What do you mean by the arena competition?" the third rank warrior asked curiously.
The waiter guided the third-grade warriors to sit down at the window on the second floor and responded with a smile: "We have regulations in this store. Generally speaking, first- and second-grade warriors only dine on the first floor, third-grade warriors on the second floor, fourth-grade warriors on the third floor, and fifth-grade warriors on the third floor.
The fourth floor of the sixth grade, the fifth floor of the sixth grade, and so on. When the masters are here, the store will be cleared to only entertain the grandmasters. As for the hero challenge competition, it is a feature of this building. Warriors of any rank can go on stage to defend the ring.
Anyone who wins ten games can dine in our restaurant for free for a day, and of course they can only accept the challenge from heroes who also dine in our restaurant."
The third-level warrior asked with some confusion: "Why does your building have such regulations?"
The young man replied proudly: "Because we, the host, believe that warriors should be respected by the strong. On the one hand, truly strong warriors are qualified to enjoy this kind of honor and treatment. On the other hand, failed warriors will improve themselves even more and inspire their passion for martial arts."
The passion for struggle will easily reach a higher level, and the more warriors gather here, the strong will point out the weak, the weak will inspire the strong, and everyone will make progress together. My host is also a warrior, and this is his biggest dream."
The third-grade warrior was in awe and returned: "I admire your good intentions, your landlord. Then I will start ordering. Please bring me a menu."
The waiter immediately took out a thick stack of menus. The third-level warrior opened it and found that the entire menu was divided into ordering areas for warriors of different levels. When he flipped to the third-level ordering area, he immediately exclaimed: "Blood cow beast meat, hardware one
How much? It’s almost five times the price on the market. Isn’t your food too expensive?”
The boy's smile remained unchanged and he said: "What a good man, what you said is wrong. The blood ox beasts used in this building are not ordinary blood ox beasts. They have been fed with good grass and various medicinal materials since they were young. The drinking water is also mountain spring water.
The meat is quite delicious, and the chef in this building is the royal chef in the palace, so the meals he prepares are more conducive to the warrior's breakthrough. This hero, the meal that can assist the breakthrough is so rare. Only our host is willing to spend it.
It costs so much to think about all the warriors, so don’t miss it even if you are a good man.”
After hearing this, the third-level warrior couldn't help but wonder: "Is it really so magical?"
The boy looked at the sky, pretending to be speechless, and said quietly: "Can ordinary people invite a grandmaster to support me?"
The third-level warrior was relieved and gritted his teeth: "Give me ten pounds."
The waiter then smiled brightly and responded loudly: "Well, the good guy at table No. 1 on the second floor has ten pounds of blood cow meat."
Scenes like this continue to play out in restaurants, with long queues outside and people inside praising it. To put it bluntly, when you reach a certain level of martial arts, few people are short of money for a meal. This is the result of good early marketing.
, just like in the previous life, everyone was willing to ask traffic stars to endorse advertisements.
On the other hand, Hu Hai rarely had the interest to come to the restaurant to check it out. After all, it was the first day of opening. Even though he was a jerk, he still wanted to show some concern. After walking around and hearing everyone's unanimously praising comments, he was quite satisfied.
Suddenly Hu Hai asked in confusion: "Lin Ze, who is the grandmaster you invited? Doesn't it look like the ones I know?"
Lin Ze smiled and said nothing, and after Hu Hai urged him several times, he sighed: "How can I invite a master warrior? I found a sixth-grade master through Huang Banban. He pretended to be a master. Anyway, there is not even a fifth-grade master here.
, enough to fool them."
Hu Hai...
Then Hu Hai took the menu and looked at it for a few times, but he didn't understand it very well. He asked casually: "Is this price suitable? Can we make money?"
Lin Ze replied faintly: "They are all sold at five times the market price. There is no profit from it. Let's close the door as soon as possible." Hu Hai was so shocked that he didn't even grab the menu and dropped it directly on the ground: "Are they all fools?
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Lin Ze was unhappy: "Have you read the menu introduction carefully? Our dishes come from unusual sources."
Hu Hai picked up the menu, read it carefully, and asked doubtfully: "Where did you find these monsters? Are they so magical?"
Lin Ze proudly said: "I found it in the book, don't read it, I made it up."
Hu Hai...Why don't you let me see it well?
Then he went to the kitchen, where there were several large pots cooking whole monster beasts. Hu Hai saw with his own eyes that one of the cooks was holding a leg with one hand, dropped the big knife, and the leg came down, and he put it on the plate directly.
Add the spices and hand them over to the waiter.
Hu Hai was stunned and asked: "Is this how you cook? Is it delicious?" After speaking, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Lin Ze retorted: "There are so many customers, how much do you want to do well, as long as the customers like it."
"But if it doesn't taste good, no one will come next time?" Hu Hai said angrily, but he still understood this point.
Lin Ze didn't argue with him, just cut off a piece of meat with a knife and handed it to him: "Try it?"
Hu Hai sneered: "If you don't eat it, it won't taste good at first sight. I won't eat it but you will have to eat it."
Lin Ze advised: "It's very delicious, take a bite, sir, you will like it." After saying that, he stuffed the meat on his hand into his mouth and ate it with relish.
Now Hu Hai didn't believe it even more: "You're a very bad guy. You were the same way when you ate that wild fruit outside last time. You pretended it was delicious, but it turned out to be sour and astringent. I was so vomited that I didn't want to be fooled by you."
Lin Ze was also speechless. Who told you to force me to try wild fruits for you that time? Let's enjoy it together. But how could this meat be so unpalatable? The restaurant really closed down just one day after it opened? Ignore him and continue.
I cut a few pieces with a knife, padded my stomach, and drank a small bowl of soup with satisfaction.
Hu Hai then took a small piece and took a bite with a suspicious look on his face. Well, his eyes lit up and he cut another large piece. He laughed while eating: "Haha, it tastes so delicious."
At the end, when Hu Hai was full, he also drank a small bowl of soup like Lin Ze, and praised unconsciously: "Well, it's fresh and fragrant. Lin Ze, how did you make it? Such a simple method can make such a good result."
Something delicious?”
Lin Ze smiled mysteriously: "Because I added a special spice - chicken essence."
Hu Hai's eyes lit up: "What kind of spice is this? Is it a new formula?"
Lin Ze showed two white teeth: "It is necessary for restaurant management to keep it confidential." He sighed. If he hadn't argued with people in college about which MSG or chicken essence was more harmful to the human body, he would not have been able to make this simplified version of chicken essence. As for MSG,
Lin Ze really had no choice. Where could he find a chemical laboratory to operate it? As for whether it was poisonous or not, these warriors had strong physiques and could not die. Even the slightest poison could be cured by diarrhea.