Zhou Shao of Rebirth

Zhou Heng has been wanting to go to the store since he made the phone call. After all, it was the first day of official opening, so he had no idea.

After eating, Lei He massaged him for half an hour, and forcefully applied medicine to his body, so he rested for a while, and he felt full of energy.

He asked Lei He to drive him to the store, and it was less than four o'clock when he arrived. There were only waiters busy cleaning the store, and there were no customers.

Liang Qi didn't know whether she was tired or sleepy, and she was sleeping soundly on the rattan bed in the lounge. She was wearing such an racerback vest on her upper body, and Zhou Heng's eyes hurt even after a glance at that terrible figure.

He went to the cash register and checked the cash and credit card records. When he saw the two-page list, he couldn't help shaking his hands.

"Hey, how come so many people have signed up for membership cards in just one meal?" Lei He wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him on the soft chair.

Zhou Heng was no longer in the mood to worry about his behavior, his eyes were full of RMB symbols.

He looked carefully at the cardholders of each card, some he knew and some didn't, but no matter whether he knew them or not, these people were all his God of Wealth.

"I thought it wouldn't be too much even if there were people cheering. Where did these people get the news from?"

"I know, I know..." A little girl ran over, holding a rag in one hand, and reached into the drawer with the other hand to pull out a newspaper: "Look, boss, someone actually gave us a newspaper for free." Promoted."

The little girl was simple-minded, and she didn't feel wrong when she saw Zhou Heng and Lei He's ambiguous postures, but she thought to herself: Brother Lei and the boss have such a good relationship!

Zhou Heng poked back with his elbow, then opened the newspaper to find useful information.

He had never heard of the title of this newspaper, and he didn't know which publishing house it was from, but the headline at the beginning was a line of black characters: Luxury cars gathered in Beishi, and the second generation of suspected officials opened a shop for business.

There are two pictures below, one is the parking lot outside, in the photo is a row of cars with government and military license plates, and the other is the gate of his restaurant, the four gilded characters of "Old Zhou Restaurant" stand out head.

The corner of Zhou Heng's mouth curled up. No wonder the effect was so good. This plaque was written by the old man himself, and there was also the old man's personal seal on the plaque. Anyone who is knowledgeable can recognize the words written by the old man.

He carefully read the content under the photo, and his brows furrowed indistinctly.

He thought it was an acquaintance who took the opportunity to help him with publicity, but after reading the content, he realized that it was a small reporter who followed this news blog.

The newspapers severely criticized a certain second-generation official for using family connections to occupy a civilian vegetable market as a parking lot, and said that they suspected that the store was opened in such a place, in fact, to facilitate illegal activities by government officials and to deceive others.There is also a small photo in the lower right corner. In the photo, a middle-aged man was dragged out of the alley by two burly youths. The middle-aged man was crying with his mouth open. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. It looked like he had been beaten.

The person who wrote this news used cadences to accuse the darkness of the officialdom, why officials protect each other, why one person ascends to heaven...

Zhou Heng had to admire this person's imagination, and even more his courage. Any regular newspaper would not be able to publish such content, and it would definitely be blocked.

He made a phone call to Jin Zhanpeng and asked him to check the old background of this newspaper, but they were all slapped on the face, and Zhou Heng definitely had no reason not to fight back.

Jin Zhanpeng on the other end of the phone broke out with the greatest enthusiasm. He thought that after the last business was over, the young master would not need him anymore, but he didn't expect to hear his voice.For the first time, he felt that Zhou Heng's voice was so beautiful!

"Young Master Zhou, don't worry, this newspaper is well-founded, and it is definitely easy to check. Don't wait for tomorrow, I will give you the news tonight."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

Zhou Heng hung up the phone and looked at the content of other sections of the newspaper. There was nothing outstanding, just a few fake stories that made people cry, and half a page of advertisements, all of which were for a certain hospital to treat andrology diseases.

Throwing the newspaper into the trash can, Zhou Heng continued to calculate the profit at noon today.

"Today hasn't passed yet, isn't it too early for you?" Lei He put his head on Zhou Heng's shoulder, smelling his own scent on his body, he felt very comfortable.

"Can't I be excited?" Zhou Heng pressed the calculator desperately without looking up, and added the cost of today's lunch menu.

Lei He muttered in a low voice: "I didn't see you so excited last night. Could it be that I'm not as good as banknotes when I'm alive?"

Zhou Heng pretended not to hear. After he got the data, the corners of his mouth could no longer be flattened. Leaving aside the deposit, he made a net profit of more than 8000 just because of the consumption of this meal. This is because of the [-]% discount before opening. For the sake of discounts.

Of course, he is not too optimistic. It is normal that there will be more customers in the past few days after the opening, and it may take ten days and a half a month before it really stabilizes.

Pressing the calculator with a smile on his face, following this trend, it will not be a problem for him to earn hundreds of thousands a month.

No wonder people used to say that the catering industry would be highly profitable when done well, which is really impressive.

"Just this small amount of money makes you happy. You earn more in the stock market every day than this month?"

"How can this be compared? Stocks are short-term investments, and there will always be times when they will not rise or fall. As long as this store operates well, it may become more and more profitable."

The helper in the kitchen brought Zhou Heng a plate of marinated snacks. Zhou Heng generously drew a big ticket for him, and then shouted: "Whoever sees it has a share, one per person! Get it as soon as possible. waiting!"

"Ah..." All the staff in the store went crazy, whether they were busy or resting, they all ran over at a speed of [-] meters, and soon surrounded the cash register.

Facing those eyes that were hotter than flames, Zhou Heng calmly flicked a stack of banknotes, and asked with a smile, "Do you want it?"

The crowd nodded.

"Is this young master wise?"

The crowd nodded.

"Is this young master handsome?"

The crowd nodded.

"Is this young master handsome or Lei He handsome?"

Everyone looked at him, then looked at Lei He behind him, stretched out two thumbs and said, "Even handsome!"

Zhou Heng was happy, and sent a piece of paper to everyone, encouraging him: "Comrades, do a good job. If you do well, the young master will give you a raise when you are in a good mood. If you don't do well, get out as soon as possible. Don't blame me for not doing it beforehand." Statement!"

"The boss is wise!..."

"The boss is the best!..."

"The boss is the most handsome!..." Compliments were thrown at Zhou Heng, and the young man who thought there was no future in this job suddenly became a little more enthusiastic.

Their monthly salary is less than four figures, and the boss paid them three figures on the first day of opening. Is there a more enlightened and generous boss than this?

"Okay, let's go now. I read the reservation list for the evening, and the people who come here are not ordinary people. Serve well, and if there are guests who give tips, they will be generous. But remember, no matter what happens, don't be too impulsive. If you dare to offend this young master, the God of Wealth, this young master will not spare you!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded loudly, all of them blushed, wishing that the time for dinner would come sooner.

Zhou Heng thought for a long time between leaving and staying, and finally decided to stay and take a look. He must witness a true portrayal of "business is booming".

He called home and told Mrs. Yu that he would not go home for dinner, so Zhou Heng asked someone to wake up old man Liang and cook for everyone first.

This is the case in the catering industry. There is no way to eat three meals on time, either in advance or behind. Considering that he will get busy later and don’t know what time it will be, Zhou Heng set the dinner in the store at four o’clock in the afternoon and ten o’clock in the evening. Close at [-]:[-], and have a supper after closing.

Everyone is absolutely satisfied with this arrangement, and maybe they can pack it up if they can't finish their supper at night, so that they can try something new for their families.

You must know that many of the ingredients in the store are good things they have never seen before, just thinking about it makes their mouth water.

When old man Liang got up, he didn't give a good face when he saw Zhou Heng. He yawned and asked the chef to cook dinner for everyone. He said that a chef like him should of course reserve his energy to deal with the guests in the evening. .

In fact, after he saw Lei He's appetite, he didn't dare to cook for him. If he cooked too little, it would appear that he didn't give him face. If he cooked too much... he would be exhausted to death!

"Didn't you ask you to pick up customers and do skin business, and still keep your energy? You are lazy with your fat body!" Zhou Heng gave him a sideways look in disgust, and didn't insist on letting him do it.

"What do you know, kid? Do you know how much exercise it takes to be a chef? Do you know how much effort it takes to shake the pot? Do you think it's a girl who embroiders?"

"Master Liang, boss, don't be angry, I'll just do it, just let the boss taste my craft." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the helper ran into the kitchen immediately.

The help cook hadn't seen Lei He's food intake yet, so he only cooked meals according to the head, and then rushed out to wait for the boss to try the dishes.

He looked at Zhou Heng expectantly, without blinking his eyes, for fear of missing any of Zhou Heng's expressions.