Hongfei Noodle House opened in a low-key manner, but its business is booming.
It was only around 11 o'clock in the morning, and more than 70 tables on the upper and lower floors of Hongfei Noodle House were already packed.
For these Lingbao Street shopkeepers and waiters who ate box lunches until they vomited, being able to sit down and eat hot noodles was a luxury that was unimaginable in the past, but today it has become a reality.
Xiao Hong originally planned not to hire a waiter and work alone.
At Lu Fei's strong request, he finally hired two young waiters who were quick and agile.
But now it seems that three people are not enough.
Fortunately, Xing Shuya brought a group of waiters from Hongyan Tower to help, so the pressure was relieved a little.
The most miserable person was Zheng Zhiwei. He was busy in the kitchen alone and was slapped on the back of the head. He didn't even have time to pee. He was forced to tap dance non-stop.
Lu Fei couldn't stand it anymore, so he changed his clothes and went to help.
"Brother Fei, why is business so good? My hands are getting cramped from fatigue." Zheng Zhiwei complained.
Lu Fei said with a serious face.
"What's wrong? Do you regret it?"
"What are you talking about? Brother Fei, it's our brother's dream to open a noodle shop. No matter how hard we work, I don't regret it. This is what it is, pain and happiness, right?"
"I didn't expect the noodle shop to be so popular!" Zheng Zhiwei said with a big grin.
Lu Fei curled his lips and said.
"Where are we? There are more than 300 shops in Lingbao Street, thousands of retail stores, and tens of thousands of people every day. We are the only noodle shop in such a large Lingbao Street. As long as the taste is decent, it doesn't matter whether it is popular or not.
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"I'll post an advertisement tomorrow to recruit some noodle makers and apprentices. Don't be reluctant to spend money. Only those who sacrifice will get something. Remember?"
"I know, Brother Fei."
"Also, tomorrow we will ask the landlord to evict the house we live in. From today on, you will live in my villa." > "Brother Fei, is this appropriate?"
"Why is it inappropriate? The bigger the house, the more popular it needs. Besides, if I don't scold you twice a day, I always feel like something is missing." Lu Fei said with a smile.
"Hey, me too. If I don't get scolded by Brother Fei for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over."
"Hold!"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the lunch rush hour finally passed, and everyone was finally able to have a belated lunch.
After taking stock, the turnover for lunch alone reached 8,000 yuan.
Calculated based on the profit from pasta, the net profit is at least 3,000 yuan. Looking at such data, the little girl of the Zheng family cried with joy.
In the afternoon, Lu Fei came to the Daxiangguo Temple Antique Market alone. Although the layout was almost complete, Lu Fei could not return to Jincheng yet.
If you are recognized by an acquaintance, your plans may be ruined.
I have nothing to do, so I might as well come over and pick it up.
The market here is very different from Xiaonanmen. It is full of retail investors and does not have a store, which makes it more lively.
Not long after shopping, Lu Fei squatted down at a bookstall.
There are hundreds of books on this stall that is more than five meters long, including bound books, thread-bound books, engraving plates, and rubbing plates.
As far away as "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", as close as "The Little Man's Book", it is almost all-encompassing.
Nowadays, the collection industry is booming in the Taiping Dynasty, and there are people who like any kind of objects.
Lu Fei once met an old man who specially collected old cigarette boxes and matchboxes from the past. After sorting them out, they looked unique.
Collecting old books and little people's books has become a big trend in recent years, especially the market for little people's books is particularly hot.
, several unique copies have even fetched sky-high prices.
There are quite a few people looking for books at this stall right now.
Among them was an old man in his sixties. After negotiating with the stall owner for a while, he spent 5,000 yuan and bought two "Water Margin" novels published in 1981 and Sanmin edition.
After the transaction was completed, both of them smiled with satisfaction.
The 1981 Sanmin version of "Water Margin" is a good thing.
It was a joint work by Hu Ruofu, Zhang Lingtao, Dong Tianye and other masters.
A few years ago, the Sanmin version of "Dream of Red Mansions" painted by Hu Xuefu and others, and the complete set of miniatures were sold for more than 3 million yuan.
The Sanmin version of "Water Margin" has a smaller circulation than "A Dream of Red Mansions". Although the two books bought by the old man are not a set, they are worth at least 50,000 yuan if they are genuine.
Five thousand for fifty thousand, this is already a huge profit.
The old man thought he had picked up a big leak and was so happy that he took a taxi and left with the little book in his arms.
The stall owner smiled even brighter because these two copies of "Water Margin" were old fakes, and they were wholesaled in large quantities. The total purchase price was only ten yuan.
It is not uncommon for villains to make fake books. No matter what it is, as long as it is valuable, the great people of Zhongzhou will always find a way to deal with it.
For example, after the advent of Fruit 4S, Lao Qiao passed away, which defrauded the great Zhongzhou craftsmen.
For wool?
Because we have already developed the concept phones of Fruit 5, 5S and Fruit 6, and we are waiting for them to be released in the United States, and we will seize market share.
Lu Fei handed the stall owner a cigarette, chatted briefly, spent a hundred yuan to buy a genealogy, put it in his bag, and continued walking.
After shopping for more than half an hour, Lu Fei was a little disappointed. There were two small leaks worth 30,000 to 20,000 yuan. It's a pity that Lu Fei is too lazy to take action.
Suddenly feeling the urge to urinate, Lu Fei squeezed out of the crowd and rushed into the temporary public toilet next to the market.
After being released, I came out and found a "guerrilla" not far from the toilet door.
Guerrillas, as the name suggests, are guerrillas.
If you take a shot and change the place, now you are at Xiangguo Temple, maybe an hour later you will be at Xiaonanmen or Hongqiao.
These people do not occupy a stall, but a piece of rainproof cloth is spread on the ground, with a dozen or dozens of items placed on it. When they see the market manager, they roll up the waterproof cloth, close the stall in a few seconds, and say goodbye.
Don't underestimate this group of people. These guerrillas are much darker than the stalls. They deceive people and then kill them.
Once the transaction is successful and you get the money, you are guaranteed to not be able to find him within a few minutes.
The stall in front of me is no more than two meters long, and there are more than a dozen objects scattered on the red rainproof cloth.
The stall owner is young, in his early thirties, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he looks very shrewd.
This guy was smoking while looking around. As soon as he found any trace of the administrator, he would pack up and leave immediately without hesitation.
Lu Fei squatted down and picked up a bronze Buddha statue and asked.
"How much does this Buddha statue cost?"
When the stall owner saw someone asking about the price, he immediately became energetic.
"Hey, little brother, you have good eyesight."
"Isn't there a poem called the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties? This bronze Buddha statue comes from the Southern Dynasties. It is an absolutely good item."
"Which Southern Dynasty are you talking about?" Lu Fei asked
"puff!"
The stall owner cursed in his heart, I haven't even graduated from elementary school. I learned this poem from my daughter yesterday. I just memorized it after memorizing it for a day. Who should I ask?