In front of the door of the 'Lao Qi Sheep Soup House', Qi Lixin was sitting on a horse, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the mutton bone soup rolling in the big pot at the door in a daze.
After nearly two weeks of trial operation, he is now basically certain of one thing. If his mutton soup restaurant wants to make a profit, it can only rely on the morning and evening. During the day, there is no way to earn more than 100 yuan. How much can it earn?
Ten dollars is not bad.
Qi Lixin was very melancholy. Even if he could make a net profit of 200 yuan at the end of the day, he would not be happy. His pursuit was not just about this.
He was really unwilling to spend more than ten hours a day here, only to earn one to two thousand yuan more than when he was the head chef in a restaurant.
But he had no idea for a while.
But it is even more impossible to say that I just give up my career.
He has invested a lot of money in it, and now he has not even earned back his capital. At this time, even if the profit is small, he will at least hold on until he can get his capital back.
"Hey! You're such a bear again. Why can't I do it? Why is it so difficult to make some money?" Qi Lixin's face was filled with ferociousness. He clenched his fist and punched the air hard. His tone was unspeakable.
Helplessness and loss.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came to my ears: "Lao Qi, why are you sighing? What happened to you? Let me tell you, Brother Kai."
Xia Zekai looked at him with a smile, and then said: "Speaking of which, I forgot to ask you, Lao Qi, when did you open this mutton soup restaurant? Why didn't you tell your brothers?"
"Kai, Brother Kai!" Qi Lixin was so frightened that he stuttered a little when he spoke.
He didn't tell Xia Zekai and others that he had opened a store, just because he didn't want them to worry about him when his future was bleak.
"Why are you here? You can't be...that..." What he means is that you don't come here to work in the labor market.
Then when I thought about it, I realized it was impossible. After all, Brother Kai was a "high-paying group" with an income of seven to eight thousand a month.
Xia Zekai parked and locked the electric car and said, "I came here to find someone to do some work for me, but I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence."
He glanced at the bone soup that smelled of mutton and said, "Don't you want me to finish the mutton soup?"
"Please, I must please, Brother Kai, please sit down in the room quickly. What do you want to eat?"
Xia Zekai didn't even think about it and said directly: "Bring me a bowl of haggis. I'm not used to eating pure mutton."
"Okay, Brother Kai, wait a moment, right away."
Xia Zekai asked him again: "Is there a fire, or is it a pancake?"
"There are fire-roasted and fried cakes, and there are also some Fu-shaped cakes that I picked up from the cake shop. They are crispy and sweet."
While he was talking, Qi Lixin brought over a large bowl of haggis soup.
There is so much in this bowl, Qi Lixin put his heart into it.
"Hey, Brother Kai, try it quickly and see how I cook it and whether it suits your taste." Qi Lixin was looking forward to it at this time.
Forget it if he doesn't know, now that he has met him, he definitely wants to gain the approval of his 'family'.
Xia Zekai just put some salt and pepper, but left out the chili pepper and cumin powder. After a few sips, he was quite satisfied: "It tastes good. By the way, Lao Qi, how is your business here?"
He looked around and saw that besides him, there was no other customer in the store.
There was a flash of loneliness on Qi Lixin's face, and then he said with a smile on his face: "The migrant workers are all working outside at this time, and usually the place where they work is responsible for the food. I am fine here in the morning and evening, but not so much during the day."
If you take away the cost, you can earn more than 200 a day. When the amount is more, 256 is no problem."
Xia Zekai said "Oh" and said, "Isn't that great? You can make six to seven thousand yuan a month, which is not a small amount."
That's true, but the ride took too long.
"How much turnover can you get in a day?" Xia Zekai asked casually as he picked up a spoonful of haggis and ate it.
Qi Lixin didn't mean to hide it from Xia Zekai. This number lingered in his mind every day. Without thinking about it, he said: "I can earn about 500 yuan a day, let's look at half of the profit."
"Oh, how long do you work in a day?"
Hearing Xia Zekai's question, Qi Lixin sighed and said: "Brother Kai, to be honest, this is what I'm worried about. I ran here at around three o'clock in the morning and finished all the miscellaneous preparations. It's around four o'clock here.
Then I start having sex, and I can do it until about seven o'clock, and I have to spend the rest of the time here. I usually do it until about nine o'clock in the evening."
"Good guy, 15 hours, then you are really not good at this. Calculated, the monthly revenue is 14,500, which is low." Xia Zekai said what he was thinking.
He said: "I thought I could earn six to seven hundred a day. In this case, I could earn as little as ten thousand a month, which would be worthy of your efforts."
"How can there be so many? Brother Kai, let me tell you, it's the same as what the second brother said. It's too difficult to do business now."
Qi Lixin continued: "Look at the guy next to me who sells fried chicken with fresh pepper. He only specializes in this dish, but he can make one or two thousand in revenue in one night. The guy to the east who sells pan noodles can also make a few thousand bucks."
One hundred yuan, the profit is higher than mine, it’s really a ghost.”
"Then have you ever thought about what the problem is?" Xia Zekai asked him after thinking for a while.
Qi Lixin shook his head, thinking about it but not understanding it.
Xia Zekai's time here was too short. There were no guests at all, and he couldn't figure out where the problem lay.
While the two were chatting, Xia Zekai's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Zhai Guangtao calling. This number was the one he had just saved.
"Master Zhai, where are you?"
"What? You're already back. You're at the entrance of the labor market. Okay, I'll go find you right away."
After Xia Zekai made the call, he said, "Lao Qi, I'm in a hurry right now and I have to take someone back with me. How about you close the door at nine o'clock in the evening? I'll come over to you after I finish my work in the afternoon."
"When the time comes, I'll take advantage of the meal to see what I can find," Xia Zekai said.
Qi Lixin agreed, and he kept urging: "Brother Kai, if you have something to do, go ahead and get busy. I'm not in a hurry."
It was a lie to not be in a hurry, but he couldn't delay Xia Zekai's business.
After Xia Zekai hurriedly finished the haggis in the bowl, he said: "I'm done with my work for the evening, I'll treat you to a meal again."
Xia Zekai quickly rode his electric bike to the entrance of the labor market. As soon as he came over, he saw a middle-aged man wearing black trousers and a white shirt standing at the entrance of the labor market. Compared with the people around him, he always looked very strange.
It's eye-catching, a bit like standing out from the crowd.
