Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Early in the morning on the ninth day of the first lunar month, the weather was much warmer, there was much less remaining snow on the road, and the roads were much cleaner.

Although Baishan Iron Pot Stew has not opened for business, all the staff have already gone to work.

There are many things to do before opening, such as cleaning, washing pots and pans, cleaning the kitchen and guest rooms, leaving no dead corners. For Liu Xialian, who has more than ten years of experience in the hotel industry, managing a small Baishan Iron Pot Stew is easy. However, direct management is not what Liu Xialian wants. The store manager is responsible for the system, which means that Li Ganzi is responsible for other things while being the chef.

The waiters, side dishes, apprentices and others cleaned the place thoroughly under the leadership of Mrs. Xie.

Liu Xia Lian, Daya, Xu Shiba, Li Ganzi, Liu Fuguang and a group of five people took a bus from the forest farm to the county town. There were many people coming and going to visit relatives these days, and the bus ran every half an hour, instead of every two hours as before.

The new hotel is right next to the avenue, and opposite is a crowded vegetable market. The street is bustling with people walking and riding bicycles everywhere.

When the group arrived, Captain Yan from the decoration team was waiting there with a roasted sweet potato in his hand.

Seeing people coming, he stopped eating sweet potatoes and hurriedly gave cigarettes to Xu Shiba and Li Ganzi.

"Sister Xia Lian, you came here by car. It's warm today."

"Let's go in and have a look."

The door opened. The first floor was 140 square meters, the second floor was 140 square meters, and there was an auxiliary room of about 100 square meters at the back.

After looking around, Li Ganzi was very envious: "Brother Fugang, this is amazing. This shop is much better than Baishan Iron Pot Stew."

Liu Fugang had a feeling of unreality at the moment, as if he was dreaming, and when he woke up everything was gone.

"Brother Ganzi, you are a senior, and I will need your guidance in the future. I am just a rookie, and I am still far from being an expert."

Liu Xialian said: "Don't be lazy, we have to make great efforts this year. We need to open three to five Tieguodun restaurants in the county and the city. We also need at least three Linyi Fried Chicken restaurants, so we can catch up with the good times."

Captain Yan asked: "How do you want to decorate it? Do you have any plan?"

Liu Xia Lian smiled and said, "This time it's the same as last time, we only provide the labor but not the ingredients. This shop specializes in stir-frying, not stewing in iron pots. There are seats in the lobby on the first floor and elegant seats on the second floor. It can accommodate small banquets. It's that simple."

It sounds simple, but in fact, there is no simple place like this. It can be considered a mid-range restaurant.

Captain Yan showed Liu Xialian a photo of the decoration of the county's state-owned restaurant. "Is this style okay? The first floor has marble floors to cope with long-term foot traffic. The second floor has relatively less traffic in the private rooms, so they use ceramic tiles. Wrap the radiator, it will be more beautiful."

Liu Xia Lian’s requirements were not that complicated. They just wanted to be simple and clean, free of dirt and grime, easy to clean, and without a complicated ceiling.

After two hours of discussion, they finally came up with a simple plan. The labor cost alone was estimated at 3,000 yuan, and the material cost was conservatively estimated at 12,000 yuan.

Liu Xia Lian approved without blinking.

The key was given to Liu Fugang. From the beginning of the renovation, he was paid as the chef, and he also had to take on the responsibility of supervision. Xu Shiba was responsible for coordination, procurement and many other matters. As for Li Ganzi, he was just a reference, and he was responsible for his iron pot stew.

Captain Yan patted his chest and promised that he would lead the team to start work tomorrow and everything would be done properly.

Liu Xia Lian arranged for her cousin: "Now you are the store manager. In addition to the 60 yuan monthly salary I promised you, 5% of the monthly profit is also yours."

"Okay, sister, don't worry, I will do it well." Liu Fugang was full of confidence.

Liu Xia Lian raised her hand to check the time. It was already two o'clock, so she decided to go out and find a place to eat. As soon as she reached the door, three middle-aged men came over. The leader was thin and had a middle-parted hair.

He came over and bowed: "Boss, is this store going to be renovated?"

"Yes, it needs to be renovated, but it has already been ordered. Do you have anything to do?" Xu Shiba asked vigilantly.

"Well, we sell sand, red bricks, and cement. You can buy these materials from us."

With the liberalization of the market, many individuals have started small businesses. Products such as building materials have high profits, so they naturally become the target of many people.

Xu Shiba asked about the price, which was 30% higher than the market price. Isn't this nonsense? He immediately waved his hand and said, "Forget it. We can't use your goods. Ask again."

Who knew that the man with the middle-parted hair would chuckle and say, "I think you don't understand the situation. Our products are not something you can use whenever you want and not use whenever you want."

"What's going on? Your sand has glue in it, and it's stuck together?"

"If you don't need it, don't even think about coming in."

Liu Xia Lian understood that she had encountered a sand bully who was forcing her to buy or sell things. It was useless to report this to the police because the bully would not dare to be so blatant if he didn't have any connections.

Liu Xialian said, "Ignore them and go eat first."

It was still the noodle shop next door. When the boss saw Liu Xialian coming with several people, he said, "Please come in."

This noodle shop doesn't have many dishes, just pickles and noodles with soybean paste, but the advantage is that it's cheap, a small bowl of noodles costs 20 cents, and a plate of pickles costs 10 cents, if a girl has a small appetite, she can be full with 30 cents. But if you have a big appetite, it won't work, like Daya, who needs at least five bowls of noodles.

Liu Xialian asked the boss: "What do those people selling sand do?"

"Hey, these guys were just hooligans in the factory. They got into a lot of fights. Now that the factory has closed down, they don't have a proper job. Later, they learned to sell sand and cement, but they didn't sell them properly and forced people to buy and sell."

"Oh, don't worry, cook the noodles."

As they sat there eating, Liu Xia Lian asked Liu Fugang, "Cousin, are you scared?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. These thugs all use basic skills. I'll take care of them later."

"Okay, be gentle."

Xu Shiba didn't have the courage to ask. Liu Fugang looked like he had some kung fu skills, but he probably wasn't that good.

After the group had finished their meal, they found that the entrance to their restaurant was already blocked by people. There were three donkey carts parked at the door, and seven guys were chatting with each other, smoking cigarettes.

Liu Fugang came over, took out a pack of cigarettes, and smoked a few: "Brothers, please give me some face. I'm new to your precious place and I want to make a living. Please give me some space."

The man with the middle-parted hair took it and said, "This is the right attitude. Get the money ready and I'll send you the cement and sand tomorrow."

In a flash, Liu Fugang swung his palm and slapped the gangster in the face with a loud crisp sound.

The guy with the middle-parted hair was stunned by the beating and shouted, "Brothers, come on, this kid dares to hit me."

Seven against one, they still followed the rules of the underworld, neither side used any weapons, they just used fists and feet. Liu Fugang had never practiced in a systematic way, but he had been a social person since he was a teenager, so he knew that he couldn't be entangled at this time, so he moved around the donkey workshop.