Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao went to the hot pot restaurant to find Brother Lang. While watching the restaurant, the brother and sister discussed the future development direction of the hot pot restaurant. Ji Shumiao meant the business model of Hedi Lao. The service standards were compiled into a booklet for employees to learn, which not only focused on taste and dishes, but also service.

Ji Shulang believes that with the current popularity, it is only a matter of time before a branch is opened. Since they are too busy, they must delegate power like the matcha factory. Ji Shulang wants to implement a sales incentive system, where the bonuses of store employees and store managers are linked to the sales of the stores they work for. Different levels of sales correspond to different bonus amounts. The store manager gets 15% of the bonus, and the rest is divided equally among other employees. With branches, the food and supplies are purchased uniformly, and the prices are unified. In order to increase sales, the store can only work hard on service and form a good internal competitive environment.

Ji Shumiao objected: "But the size and location of the store are the key factors in affecting sales. It is definitely unfair between branches."

Ji Shulang: "Then we can classify the stores into three levels: A, B, and C based on a comprehensive assessment of location and traffic volume. Different standards will be applied to stores of different levels."

The brother and sister hit it off immediately and stayed up late that night to work on the plan.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Ji Shumiao flipped over the keyboard and wailed - why did she have to stay up late to work overtime to write plans even though she was reborn as a boss! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Is this life?

Ji Shumiao wanted to cry but had no tears. At this moment, her resentment could feed a hundred or eighty evil sword immortals.

Ji Shumiao's hair was ruffled and she was in a state of collapse. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to complain to Lang Ge next door. But when she saw Lang Ge, who was full of resentment and had his hair pulled into a bird's nest shape, she felt a lot more balanced.

At least she has experience, unlike Langge who has to learn on the spot.

Tsk, I really want some barbecue to save my shattered body.

It’s a pity that there is no food delivery app yet, so eating out is cold and a waste of time.

Ji Shumiao went back to her room whimpering and crying. If she had known that she would have to stay up late to write the proposal on the first night after moving upstairs, she should have rotted downstairs.

The next morning, the brother and sister appeared at the dining table with panda eyes and blank gazes, and showed the plan in their hands to Qin Rong.

Qin Rong didn't even look at it: "Just the two of you can decide."

"Beautiful!" Ji Shumiao completely collapsed with a wave of his hand, and said to Brother Lang with resentment: "When you are a child, you can't be too capable, otherwise you will be easily bullied."

Ji Shulang's smile was uglier than crying: "This hands-off manager is really enviable and hateful."

Qin Rong was very proud: "Who made me lucky!"

Ruan Xiangxiu said gently: "No matter how big the business is, it will belong to you two brothers and sisters in the future. You are not making wedding clothes for others, but making clothes for yourself."

Ji Shumiao held his forehead and murmured, "I feel like I've been tricked."

Ji Zhenhua smiled and gave each of the brother and sister a piece of egg pancake: "If you like pancakes, eat more."

Ji Shumiao was too lazy to explain the difference between cakes and pancakes. He quickly ate breakfast and went upstairs to catch up on some sleep. "Wake us up at 11 o'clock. We have an appointment with the owner of the shop next door for dinner."

The hotpot restaurant wants to expand, but they currently don’t have the time to open a branch. The best way is to merge with the fast food restaurant next door to expand the store, and it would be best if they could poach the owner to make fried egg fried rice.

Things went surprisingly smoothly. The shop owner's surname was Ma, and everyone called him Lao Ma. He was an outsider with a family. He dared not slack off even for a penny when he opened his own shop. The rent for shops in Beijing was expensive, so although the business looked good, there was no guarantee of a good income. He had had enough of the fear and was considering closing the shop and finding a job for the sake of stability, but he was still under the pressure of a two-year lease.

The brother and sister promised to give him a high salary and let him take over as the store manager temporarily, and their shop could also be sublet to them.

It went incredibly smoothly, and Ji Shumiao became complacent for a while, thinking that she was a business genius, but Monday soon gave her a heavy blow.

Monday Monday, dying. Life is short, but Monday is long.

It turns out that Mondays are not only hard for workers, but also for bosses.

Ji Shumiao looked at the court summons on the table, his brows furrowed with worry.