Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

After being busy for a week, the store has to receive more than a dozen rounds of customers every day, not only customers, but also countless anchors and up hosts who come here, and even self-media. Mingqian received more than a dozen requests to participate in the local food festival invitation.

The organizer of this food festival is an unofficial non-governmental organization, and Ming Qian checked it carefully on the Internet after receiving the invitation.

The food festival was held for the first time last year. A total of 35 stores participated in the event. The venue for the event was on the Fifth Ring Road. Attract passers-by.

However, except for a few well-known local Chinese restaurants and barbecue restaurants participating in the food festival, the other stores can be said to be unknown and have no sense of existence. However, in order to attract some well-known stores, the organizer has given guarantees. Come to shoot, several well-known local media people and more than a dozen gourmets will come.

Ming Qian didn't think it was any good for him to go to this food festival. He has no shortage of customers now, and the daily traffic is also considerable. Even if he doesn't spend his own money on marketing, he doesn't lack exposure.

Now he occasionally browses the community, and there are still u masters uploading videos of exploring stores every day.

His own recording and broadcasting account also has more than 40 fans.

Occasionally, one of his videos can still appear on the channel's homepage, and advertisers who come to him to advertise also come, and the highest bid for an advertisement is [-], which is beyond Ming Qian's expectations.

But the organizer obviously didn't intend to give up easily. They not only called and emailed Mingqian, but also sent a decent invitation letter to the store. They needed the fame of Mingqian's store and Mingqian himself.

The food festival is only open for one day, so the huge passenger flow is needed to trigger public opinion.

"I really don't plan to go." Ming Qian said helplessly to the man standing at the door of the store. He scratched the back of his head and really didn't know how he could refuse, "The business in the store is very busy now, and I don't even have time to rest. nothing."

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with a piece of paper, and pleaded again and again: "We have indeed invested a lot this time, and want to create a food festival in this city. If you come, it will definitely be good for you. There are more than a dozen people this time. Gourmets will write reviews, not only from self-media, but also from traditional media.”

"As long as you're willing to come, you can choose the venue yourself." The man said seriously, "Last year, there were indeed not many shops, and there were very few famous ones, but this year is different, and you can also communicate within the industry."

The man looked into Ming Qian's eyes with a very sincere attitude: "I hope you can think about it again. If you decide to come, you can call me."

If the other party asked him to go with a firm attitude, Ming Qian could just say no.

But the other party's attitude is so good, Ming Qian can only say: "I will consider it, but there is a high probability that I will not go."

The man sighs.

After bidding farewell to Mingqian, the man left the hotpot restaurant and walked on the street alone.

The food festival was planned by him alone, and the reason for the planning is very simple. Except for well-known Internet celebrity stores and chain stores, many restaurants are not doing very well, and many restaurants are now basically relying on takeaways to make money.

These restaurants are looking for change.

Compared with some restaurants that rent a cheap small storefront and specialize in takeaway, these restaurants have to pay rent, and it will be very embarrassing to rely solely on takeaway income.

For those well-known stores that do not lack customer traffic, participating in the food festival not only has no benefits, but may also affect the profit of the day. If you encounter gourmets or anchors who criticize them, you may be criticized. It is not only helping to attract customers for free , but also to be blood-sucked by the food festival, the benefits are not seen, and the disadvantages are in sight.

So even with the first food festival held last year, there are still not many famous restaurants willing to participate this year.

The man turned his head and glanced at the signboard of Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant.

Who would have thought that this small hot pot restaurant in an old street with an adult products store next to it would be as popular as it is today.

How many established stores have never experienced such a flow of customers.

It was obviously noon, and there was already a long queue at the hot pot restaurant.

The man rubbed his face, and he had given up hope that Ming Qian agreed to come to the food festival.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't go to the food festival.

Ming Qian watched the man go out, but it was true as he said, seriously considering whether he could participate.

"What do you think?" Ming Qian asked Chen Yan during the break.

The guests had almost left, Chen Yan wiped the water off his hands with a paper, and said after wiping, "I think it's okay to go."

Ming Qian was a little curious: "Why?"

Chen Yan thought for a while and said seriously: "People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Now our store is so famous and we don't have a backstage, but if we participate in the food festival, someone will make trouble in the future, and others can't just watch? They must be afraid I was also dragged into the water."

Ming Qian didn't understand the connection between the two at all.

The old god Chen Yan said: "For example, if we are raped by someone, the people who participated in the food festival with us must speak for us, otherwise some people will say that the food festival cannot be reviewed, and the strength of the number of people is great!"

Mingqian: "..."

Chen Yan touched Ming Qian with his shoulder: "Boss, you don't know. When I showed people Feng Shui before, it was better to work alone than to be in a group. It's hard to say that if you are cheated by yourself, you can't say if you are cheated by a group. To help him find a way."

It never occurred to Ming Qian that he knew as much as a human race like Chen Yan, a strange beast.

Maybe it's because Chen Yan has more life experience than him?

Or is there a big difference in the industry you have worked in before?

"Boss, I think it's okay to go, but it won't delay our store's earning money." Chen Yan thought about it and came up with a good idea, "Just let Yiyi and Yao go, and they'll be busy, what's the bottom of the pot?" Just pack it up."

"I didn't say that you must be there."

Ming Qian's eyes lit up, and he felt that what Chen Yan said was a good idea.

"I'll ask Yiyi and Yao."

Now that he is the boss, Ming Qian feels that he should ask the employees for their opinions. They only get one salary, so they cannot be forced to work two jobs.

"Okay." Yao agreed without thinking.

Yiyi also nodded, without refusing.

Anyway, they work everywhere, and they have never been to a food festival. Maybe they can leave one person to guard the stall when there are no customers, and the other to eat in other restaurants. It's interesting to think about it.

Ming Qian: "Alright then, I'll call the organizer when I get back."

After leaving the back kitchen, a table of guests sitting in the store raised their voices and asked, "Boss, are you going to the food festival?"

Ming Qian: "Should be going, but not me, Yao and Yiyi will go."

The guest quickly said, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look."

"If there's nothing delicious there, I can just eat hot pot."

"I also just found out that there is a food festival."

"It would be nice to be able to hold it."

"I saw a food festival in other places before, and the venue was full of food. I was envious of everything."

"It's not like outside, you have to take a taxi if you want dessert after eating hot pot."

Ming Qian asked curiously: "Then did any of you go to the food festival last year?"

One of the young girls said: "I've been there, it was really bad last year, the venue was small, and there were few people. There were only dozens of diners at noon, but there were only dozens of shops, and many stalls were as crowded as the previous person." No."

The girl whispered: "I'm not saying bad things, many of the restaurants are really bad. When I went there, I only ordered a little bit from each restaurant. Stores are average."

Mingqian: "..."

The girl said again: "Boss, if you go, I still have to go this year. If there are fewer people going, I don't have to wait in line."

Thinking of this, the girl felt that it would be great if Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant participated in the food festival: "Boss, you can ask Yao and Yiyi to bring more pumpkin cakes and candied apples over there. The candied apples are sold out again today."

Speaking of this girl, she is angry, this is the fourth time she came, and the last time she came late, she never ordered the candied apples.

Today I finally ordered it, and there was only the last one left, and there were a few others on the table who robbed her, but she only ate two yuan.

But her working hours cannot be adjusted. If the boss does not increase the supply, it will be difficult for her to have a good time in the future.

Ming Qian smiled and said, "Okay."

The girl sighed: "Now it's not easy to calm down and have a good meal."

"We're going to be working overtime again this week, and there's definitely no overtime pay."

"Do you still dare to think about overtime pay? It's a blessing for your boss to let you work overtime! How dare you want overtime pay?!"

"Hahahahahaha, my boss never asked me to work overtime, you poor bastards."

"Quickly, give him the bowl and let him show off."

"People who show off don't have hot pot to eat."

Occasionally there will be two tables of guests in the afternoon, but they will never be busy. At this time, Ming Qian will sit behind the counter and play games while talking to You Jun. Since he wants to chat with You Jun, he will never form a team. It's all played by one person, and you won't cheat if you lose.

"Actually, I think what Chen Yan said makes sense." Ming Qian looked at the phone, the villain was lying on the grass, the seat was not good, there were too many people, he could only run out from the room.

You Jun raised his chin slightly: "The weak are the ones who come in groups."

Ming Qian did not refute, but instead said: "Anyway, it is not a bad thing to be able to communicate more with the industry. It is also my first time to be a boss. I don't know who to learn from. If I go, it will not affect the business."

You Jun has learned it now, and he didn't pour cold water on Ming Qian.

He opened his mouth, wanted to speak several times, and then stopped going back several times, finally said: "Do whatever you want."

After speaking, Ming Qian raised his head and looked at him inexplicably: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

You Jun's ears were reddish, he felt that he was a bad start, he felt that his sentence was a model of sweet words, but Ming Qian didn't hear it clearly!

Ming Qian: "By the way, my hair should be cut too. I'll go to the opposite side to cut my hair after I finish this one."

"The weather is getting colder, so I won't cut it too short, it's better to keep a little."

Youjun's hands clenched into fists, and his lips moved slightly: "It looks good whether you cut it or not."

Is it okay now? !

"Boss! Can you get us two more beers?!"

Ming Qian stood up: "Come on."

He still didn't hear what Lord Qingyou said.

You Jun: "..."

Ming Qian took the beer and took the mobile phone, said hello to You Jun, and then went to the barber shop on the opposite street for a haircut.

In these years, he has never had any requirements for his hairstyle. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, as long as it doesn't look like a dog gnaws.

And the barber shop on the opposite street is very cheap. If you don't wash your hair, you only charge ten yuan for a haircut!

Mingqian used to come here for a haircut when he didn't open a shop.

The boss is also very familiar with Mingqian. He has been doing business here since Mingqian’s parents were safe. He almost watched Mingqian go from high school to the present. Now that there is no one in the store, the boss greets Mingqian as soon as he sees him: " Is Xiao Ming here? Sit down, uncle will come after washing his hands."

Ming Qian sat down on the chair, didn't play with his phone, and waited for the boss to come over.

"How's the business going?" The boss was pleased to see that Ming Qian's business was doing well, "I knew you would be successful. Young man suffers a lot, and those who can endure hardship can't be far behind."

Ming Qian said with a smile: "It's okay, the profit is low, but the business is good, and there are profits."

The boss first sprayed Ming Qian's hair with a watering can, and then began to cut it: "You've got your hair done."

Ming Qian himself also felt: "I'm lucky."

The boss pulled Ming Qian's hair again: "It's okay if you have no skills or luck, it's okay, don't be modest, uncle will give you a handsome cut, and young people love this now."

As he spoke, the boss took out the razor.

Ming Qian: "...This is to..."

The boss smiled and showed his teeth: "I shaved the two sides for you, and left some on the top, so you can take care of it yourself at ordinary times, and you look handsome."

Ming Qian couldn't imagine it, but he also believed in the boss's aesthetics.

If it doesn't look good, just flatten it, anyway, it's not like he hasn't had a crew cut.

Thinking of this, Ming Qian relaxed again, and closed his eyes to let the boss cut.

When the boss cut it out and asked him to look in the mirror, Ming Qian was startled by himself in the mirror when he opened his eyes.

He heard the boss's description and thought he would have a mohawk-like hairstyle, but it turned out to be completely different from what he thought.

Mingqian's hair was combed back by the boss, exposing his forehead and eyebrows. He usually doesn't have bangs, but he never picks up the front hair. The hair on both sides is not shaved, but shaved short.

Ming Qian looked at himself in the mirror, and felt a little handsome for the first time.

Is an aggressive handsome.

It seems that in the next second, the protagonist in the idol drama will be pressed against the wall and there will be a wall.

"Handsome?" The boss is also very proud of his masterpiece, "I have cut my hair so many times, and you are the most suitable."

"Uncle, your skills are amazing." Ming Qian couldn't bear to touch his own head.

No wonder so much money is spent on hairdressing every year. He couldn't understand it before, but now he understands it.

"Then I'll go back." Ming Qian paid the money.

The boss waved his hand: "Go get busy, you're not a student now, work hard."

After getting his hair cut, Ming Qian felt that he had a new look. His new hairstyle was very handsome. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that there were more people looking at him on the road after getting his hair cut.

——Although it is most likely his illusion.

Until he walked into the store, Chen Yan who was clearing the table was stunned.

At this moment, Ming Qian felt a little embarrassed. Is this hairstyle too exaggerated?It's not like he's going to a catwalk.

Chen Yan said in surprise, "Boss, so you look like this."

Ming Qian: "...Don't I usually look like this?"

Chen Yan shook his head: "That's not true, it doesn't look like this usually..."

Yao also came out from the back kitchen: "Not so handsome, the boss usually looks very approachable."

Ming Qian was silent for two seconds: "You are really good at using idioms."

Yao proudly said: "That's right, I've been working hard lately, and I can also recite poems, I'll recite them for you."

"The moonlight in front of the bed looks like frost on the ground..."

After listening to Yao finish reciting, Ming Qian did not forget to praise: "That's right, no matter how much you recite, I will try to become a cunning with only culture."

Haruka straightened her back, proudly.

It seems that there is no feedback from this group of strange beasts. Anyway, in their view, the human race is not easy to distinguish, and it is difficult to see the slight difference. So Ming Qian stood in front of the counter, stretched his upper body, and moved his head over Ask: "How about my new hairstyle?"

You Jun has already broken the jar: "You look good in any cut."

Jun You: "!!!"

He said it!No one interrupted, Ming Qian should be able to hear clearly, right?

Ming Qian laughed "hehe" and said, "I think so too."

Youjun was silent.

After he uttered this classic sweet talk, this is the feedback he got?That's it?

Ming Qian's freshness period for hairstyles has passed, he looked around the store, and Chen Yan had cleaned up the tabletops, Ming Qian said to You Jun: "I'll go to the back kitchen to see if there is anything that needs my help." Ming Qian suddenly remembered something, and said mysteriously, "I have a gift for you tonight."

After leaving these words, Ming Qian walked towards the back kitchen.

Only You Jun was left sitting in place and looking at his back, wishing he could pinch his neck and let him hand over the gift.

Think about it or forget it, you can't pinch, the one who pinches your heart is still yourself, and you can't do it.

The candied apples have to be made fresh. The reason for the lack of supply is not because Ming Qian is too busy. He has already practiced and can make several servings in one pot. The biggest reason is the supply of apples.

These apples were taken by Yiyi from Guan Guanna, but Guan Guan didn't grow enough apples.

Guan Guan himself doesn't like apples, he prefers grapes and dates.

But Mingqian couldn't find apples of the same quality as the ones he planted.

Therefore, we can only supply a limited amount, and wait for the apples planted this time to be harvested.

Fortunately, Guanguan has a formation method, and there is no time limit for growing fruits. With the ring given by You Jun, the fruits he grows will ripen faster.

It is estimated that after waiting for more than a month, there will be no need to limit the supply.

Wan Wan took the last apple, which was not enough for a dish, so she cut a few pieces, and shared it with the others after Ming Qian didn't want it.

"Rent a car at that time." Mingqian said to Yao and Yiyi, "I guess I brought a lot of things. I'll ask if there are tables, chairs and benches. If not, let's find a way."

Yao: "No, let's go. There are so many things, we have to buy them ourselves, and there is no place to put them when we come back. We can't move the tables and chairs in the store."

Yiyi typed and said, "You can rent it."

Yao thought for a while: "It's troublesome to rent."

Ming Qian subconsciously wanted to rub his head, but he withdrew his hand after thinking that he had just done his hairstyle: "Let me ask, the organizer should have an arrangement."

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After another day of running in vain, the man climbed up the stairs with difficulty, opened the door of his house, and the moment he closed the door, he let himself be overwhelmed by negative emotions. He didn't take off his coat or change his shoes. In the living room, I sat down on the sofa.

There were several missed calls on the phone. He held the phone, but didn't want to call back.

Maybe he shouldn't have been planning the food festival from the very beginning. He was so busy and exhausted, not only did he get no income, but the bosses who agreed to come might not thank him.

In the past, he thought that as long as the food festival was successfully held, many small shops would benefit.

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, and if there is exposure, it will definitely be popular.

But even though he got more shops this year, many shop owners who came last year still rejected him.

Everyone has no time to play "play house" anymore, especially for those stores that mainly rely on takeaway to make money, and they don't hire waiters. Going to a food festival means that they can't sell takeaway at all that day.

"Old Qin, it's not that I don't support you, it's that I really can't help it."

"Next year if I am free, I will definitely come. This year, there is really no way."

"Even if I went, there were not many customers. Even if there were, they would go to the stalls of those famous stores. I not only didn't make any money last year, but also paid for it. Old Qin, why don't you forget it."

The bosses and store managers of the few online celebrity shops and chain stores that I finally managed to get have not yet said with certainty that they will go.

However, a store owner told him that as long as he could invite him to Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant, they would go.

The Shanhai hot pot restaurant has been in the limelight during this period, and the official media have exaggerated their names, and there is no shortage of traffic and exposure.

As long as this store goes, at least some of its diners and fans will go there.

Passenger flow can rise.

The man wiped his face, he knew it was not good to invite him, and he was prepared not to be invited, but after being rejected by the other party, he still inevitably felt disappointed, let alone forget it.

Anyway, I can't do it anyway, what's the point of doing it if I can't see the way ahead?

The bosses of other stores have given up, what is he still insisting on?

Just when the man was about to take a shower, the phone rang suddenly.

Which boss came over and said that he would not participate?The man hooked his lips mockingly.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar number, and the man didn't remember it carefully. He picked up the phone and gave a weak "Hello".

There is a man's hearty voice: "Mr. Qin Ye, right? I'm Mingqian, it's like this, I've thought about it, we will participate here, I just want to ask if we need to prepare the tables, chairs and benches? Kitchen supplies Woolen cloth?"

Qin Ye stayed where he was.

He felt that he had never heard such a nice male voice.

Over there, Ming Qian didn't hear a response, thinking there was a problem with the signal: "Mr. Qin? Are you still there? Can you hear me?"

Qin Ye responded loudly: "I'm here! I'm here! Yes, we will. If you don't need to bring your own kitchen utensils, I can prepare them for you."

Ming Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I will trouble you, if you have rent, you can tell me."

Qin Ye was afraid that Ming Qian would return: "No rent, no."

Qin Ye was holding the phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and his breath became short of breath from excitement.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to be in the dark.

It's more beautiful than he imagined.