Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

"Master, if there is a chance in the future, I will bring someone over to communicate with you." Yota Katsumura held onto Chen Yan's hand tightly. He looked thin, but his hands were strong. Chen Yan couldn't break free either, he could only dryly Looking at Yota Katsumura.

Chen Yan: "...that's not necessary..."

Katsumura Yota shook Chen Yan's hand vigorously, and said with a serious face: "It's useful, a master like you shouldn't be buried."

Chen Yan could only watch him go away amidst Yota Katsumura's enthusiastic affirmation and flattery.

Although he likes to be praised very much, for some reason, he is not happy at all when he is praised by Yota Katsumura.

Maybe the other party exaggerated too much?

After Katsumura Yota and his party left, there were no other customers in the store, and this was a rare time of day for them to rest.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ming Qian made another trip to Mr. Yang's company.

When he arrived, Mr. Yang was chatting with people in the office about cooperation, and Ming Qian was not in a hurry, so he sat in the waiting area and chatted with the girl at the front desk.

The girl poured him a cup of tea and asked if he wanted to read a magazine.

Ming Qian waved his hand: "No need, is Brother Yang talking to someone about cooperating to cut stones?"

The girl nodded: "It is estimated that they will have to negotiate for a long time for this kind of big business, and the stone also depends on it. Don't worry, there is a shortage of good materials in the industry now, and the price will only go up or down, and it is already a clear material, and there are no variables. , the gambling is small, just to earn a processing fee."

"However, if the effect of the goods is good, and the color can be turned over, there will be a greater profit."

In the office, on the table in front of Mr. Yang were pieces of emerald that had been disassembled into pieces.

A few middle-aged men held yellow flashlights in their hands, and took photos of the film over and over again, not carefully.

Mr. Yang tapped his fingers on the table, he raised his chin slightly, and was the first to speak: "Tell me, what do you think?"

"This material is really good. The color of the waterway is thick. It is not grown in a place where the waterway is not good. It will fluoresce even if it is not shipped."

"Old Yang, just tell me the real price, as long as we can accept it, we will buy this stone together."

"The dismantling is over, you might as well collect the material yourself."

Mr. Yang sighed and said, "How can I have so much cash? There are so many stones in the warehouse and I haven't sold them yet."

They all seem to be rich. After all, the business of raw jadeite is often hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. Small business of several thousand yuan is not a business at all for them, but the purchase and sale of a rough stone is as short as a few dollars. months, and a year or two at most, during which time the money cannot be moved.

Several bosses looked at each other, and the last boss wearing a prayer bead winked at Mr. Yang: "I'm going to the toilet."

Mr. Yang agreed, and also excused himself to go out after the other party left.

The two walked to the stairwell at the back door of the company. The boss opened the cigarette case and handed Mr. Yang a cigarette.

After Mr. Yang took it, he heard the other party say: "There is no need for a joint purchase of this kind of clear material. I will offer a one-stop price of 600 million. You talk to the seller and I will accept it."

Mr. Yang smiled: "Is it a bit small? This stone is not as big as the previous one marked [-] million, but it has no cotton and no cracks. I have been in this business for so many years, and I have seen this kind of stone. pieces."

"Where there are waterways, even an egg noodle can be worth millions."

"Do you see how many egg noodles can be removed from this piece of material? Not to mention the bracelets and buttons, they are all national treasures."

The boss urged: "You call him first and ask him, maybe he is willing to sell it?"

Mr. Yang: "Give up. There are no novices who dare to bet on this kind of stone. They are all experts. Novices will sell when they see that the stone has been cut. How can it be cut directly."

The boss sneered: "Don't lie to me, only beginners dare to cut stones randomly, you have to be brave, you want to get rich overnight."

Mr. Yang spread his hands: "Anyway, I can't help you ask the price, it's too far away."

The boss was anxious: "How much is the difference? You have to tell me how much is the difference."

Mr. Yang: "At least start with five characters?"

The boss touched the prayer beads on his chest: "I've always been very straightforward in doing business, 4000 million, you can call and ask, it's okay, if it's not, forget it, I have no fate with this material."

The two talked for another half an hour, and finally reached a price that both parties felt was appropriate.

Mr. Yang smiled and said, "Okay, Lao Zhu, I still have so much money in hand."

Boss Zhu: "A batch of goods has just been released, otherwise I really can't afford it. Isn't this a waste of money?"

Mr. Yang raised his eyebrows: "You can't lose money if you buy this material. A bracelet full of green, with no cotton and no cracks in the glass, how much can you sell at an auction house? A bracelet can probably return one-third of the cost. The material can be more than a full green bracelet."

"In addition to the full green bracelet, there are also many other green bracelets, and they can be sold for at least a million."

"The rest of the bracelet heart and materials can be used to make nothing-no-thing cards, and the materials can be preserved without any effort. You don't suffer from the money spent."

Boss Zhu: "If it weren't for the fact that looking at stones is really good, I would pay this price?"

Mr. Yang asked Boss Zhu to go back to the office to sit first, and went to the lobby to find Mingqian. Mingqian was talking about jade with the lady at the front desk at this time, and he was popularized many things that he didn't know before.

"Brother Yang." Ming Qian stood up and shook hands with Mr. Yang when he saw Mr. Yang coming.

After Mr. Yang returned the handshake, he took Mingqian's shoulders and brought him to the tea room.

"You sit first." Mr. Yang took out the water glass and poured Ming Qian a cup of warm water.

Sitting on the single sofa, Ming Qian was very curious about how much Mr. Yang and the others would pay for the joint purchase.

After sitting opposite Ming Qian, Mr. Yang said, "Do you think this price is suitable?"

He typed the number on the calculator and handed it to Ming Qian.

Ming Qian was taken aback by this number: "...the unit is..."

Mr. Yang was a little proud: "Ten million."

Ming Qian's heart suddenly rose to his throat, he didn't even have any sense of reality.

A million is a lot of money to him, and he can jump for joy.

But if he really got ten million, he was more shocked than surprised - he had never seen so much money except in movies and TV shows.

Mr. Yang: "And the other party paid in full."

Ming Qian asked in a daze: "What do you mean by real income?"

Mr. Yang said with a smile: "Normally, the buyer and the seller pay half of the agency fee, but the buyer actually pays the agency fee, that is, the agency fee is all paid by the seller. [-]% of the agency fee is not too much for me. gone."

You can make a net profit of millions just by helping to make contact. Of course, this business can be done.

Mr. Yang is quite proud, who wouldn't love a business without money?There is no risk, and you can easily earn an intermediary fee.

I usually cut a piece of ordinary material, and I have to bother to find a master to carve and ship it. I may not be able to earn millions after being busy.

Ming Qian clutched his chest and exaggeratedly said: "Take it easy, I'm going to lose my breath."

Mr. Yang was amused: "He declares the tax deduction, and the money you get is the net income, and you don't have to pay it."

Mr. Yang asked Mingqian to leave his card number, so the stone should be placed with Mr. Yang first, and the stone can only be taken away when Boss Zhu calls the money.

"By the way, I took a video of this stone from cutting to unraveling. Can you post it on the Internet? When the time comes, I will mosaic you and definitely protect your privacy." Mr. Yang, "If you cut a stone like this, you will lose one piece, and you will be an expert for a lifetime. I probably won’t see a few pieces.”

This Mingqian has no objection: "It's fine to play a mosaic. The main reason is that I'm afraid that someone will watch the video and snatch me."

Just as Mr. Yang was about to answer, Mingqian said, "I'm afraid I'll go to jail if I'm too defensive."

Mr. Yang: "..."

Ming Qian smiled and said, "I'm just joking, Brother Yang, thanks."

Mr. Yang: "For mutual benefit, I will let you know next time when a stone comes over from my side. I think you are lucky, maybe next time you can..."

Ming Qian quickly waved his hand: "No, no, Brother Yang, this time is enough."

If every stone he buys is a sky-high priced emerald, he will not be able to live a peaceful life.

What's more, the current money is completely enough, and even as long as Ming Qian doesn't squander it and saves the money in the bank to earn regular interest, it will be enough for living expenses every year.

Ming Qian: "I don't think my will is very simple, let's forget about things that have anything to do with gambling."

Mr. Yang sent Mingqian to the door, and he didn't force him: "That's right, most of those who want to get rich overnight will go bankrupt in the end."

Mr. Yang watched Ming Qian walk into the elevator with appreciation in his eyes.

Everyone knows that gambling is not a good thing, but no one who has tasted the sweetness can stop.

Just like many people who bought lottery tickets and won money, will they stop?No, they will just use more money to buy lottery tickets.

Everyone has greed, just see if you can restrain it.

The girl at the front desk came over and asked, "Boss, what are you looking at?"

Mr. Yang said with a smile: "Look at a low-key multi-millionaire."

Girl: "Hey, how good would it be for me to be the next multi-millionaire?"

Mr. Yang: "Then you can pick a rock too. If you open it, you might get rich overnight."

The girl waved her hand: "Do you think I don't understand? It's my turn to pick up good stones? It's better to get a salary, have a stable income, and don't worry about having no money to eat."

Sitting in the online car-hailing car, Ming Qian's heart was beating extremely fast. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to You Jun. He immediately told You Jun the selling price of the jade, followed by three exclamation points at the end. Let Youjun feel his excitement through words.

More than 5000 million, how come there are about 4000 million?

Not to mention the shop and decoration, he can lie on it and swim.

This gift from You Jun is more expensive than he imagined.

You Jun didn't feel anything about it, he just replied: "Well, return early."

Ming Qian: "Ahhh! I'm a multi-millionaire now!"

You Jun: "What's the use?"

Ming Qian's excited mood immediately calmed down, yes, what's the use, he doesn't have any extravagant hobbies, and the house he lives in now feels very good, he can buy a car, but he won't buy an expensive luxury car , if the paint is scratched, he will feel distressed to death, and the repair cost is also extremely expensive.

Travel around the world?

But the business is so busy, I don't feel at ease if I don't watch him in the store.

After doing this calculation, Ming Qian found that he had nothing to spend money on.

For the bosses of those big companies, tens of millions may be enough for them to develop new products or do marketing, but for Ming Qian, there is really no place to spend it.

But it's not all good, at least there is no need to worry about the rent of the upstairs store, and the year-end bonus for employees can be bigger.

The decoration can be completed in one step without digging and searching.

As soon as he entered the store, Mingqian ran behind the counter excitedly, and as soon as he sat beside Youjun, he couldn't wait to grab Youjun's hand. Those bright eyes looked at Youjun without blinking, and his heart beat violently. It seems that it can be passed to Youjun through the connected hands of two people.

Youjun just wanted to be proud, thinking that Mingqian treats him like it is written in a poem, which is: "One day is like three autumns."

As a result, Mingqian shattered Youjun's fantasy with just one mouthful: "I got 4000 million, 4000 million!"

He lowered his voice and shouted in Youjun's ear, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were moist, and even his lips were darker than usual: "There will be no shortage of money in the future."

You Jun: "..."

Ming Qian wished he could hug You Jun and jump around twice, but just as he stretched out his hand, he remembered You Jun's temper again.

But his hands have already been stretched out, and it would be too embarrassing to retract them, Ming Qian could only follow this movement and hug You Jun.

With his hands on You Jun's back, he panted slightly, "I've never seen so much money!"

Ming Qian grabbed You Jun's shoulders and sat up straight. He looked straight into You Jun's eyes and thanked you earnestly: "Thank you."

At this time, Youjun reluctantly said: "Why should we thank you between husband and wife?"

Ming Qian scratched his hair: "Aren't you married yet?"

Ming Qian was stunned for a moment... No, why did you talk about getting married, you haven't even talked about love, you haven't even expressed your love, this progress is too fast, isn't it?

Youjun's ears turned red, he turned his head and didn't look at Mingqian again.

Ming Qian didn't speak any more, he looked down at his knees.

The two sat together, an ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them.

"Boss!" Haruka came out from the back kitchen.

Several guests sitting in the store looked over subconsciously, oh my god, Yao is definitely the most ungrateful in the whole store.

Even Zheng Xu, who has never been in a relationship, can see the state of the boss and You Jun at this time.

Yao didn't realize it, and raised a smiling face and said, "I want to ask for leave tonight."

Seeing Yao's smiling face, Youjun clenched his hands into fists, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yao took a step back, swallowed his saliva, and instinctively felt that he had offended Youjun a little bit—but he felt that he would never provoke Youjun at all, and there were so many strange beasts in the store, no matter how often they were all him Unlucky?

Why!

Ming Qian rubbed his face, smiled and asked Yao: "What are you doing on leave?"

Yao looked at Youjun, then at Mingqian, felt that with Mingqian around, Youjun would not do anything to him, so he mustered up his courage and said, "Mianji."

Ming Qian was stunned.

"With whom? Netizen?" Ming Qian asked one more question.

Yao nodded, and said with a bright face: "She said she would take me to a big shopping mall, and also take me to play vr games. Today she finally came from another place, and she will leave after two days of playing."

Ming Qian: "A girl?"

Haruka nodded shyly.

Ming Qian was startled, Yao is going to fall in love?During this period of time, there has been no vacation, and Ming Qian has no reason not to approve the employee's leave. If he really does not approve, then what is the difference between him and Zhou Papi?

"That's fine, you go, pay attention to safety." Ming Qian thought for a while, and asked again, "Do you have any money? You can't ask the girl to pay for going out with the girl, right?"

Yao took out his bag: "There are so many left."

Ming Qian took a look, and he almost fell to the ground: "What about your salary last month?!"

Yao said embarrassedly: "I bought some things for my hometown, tents and the like, and the rest of the money will be charged into the game."

For the sake of not spending all the money in the game, Ming Qian took out his wallet and gave Yao Yao 1000 yuan: "It will be deducted from your salary this month."

Yao Xi said: "Thank you boss, but she said that I don't need to spend money."

Ming Qian helped his forehead: "He is being polite, even if he doesn't want you to treat him, he still wants to treat you, right? He came all the way to look for you, and even spend money to treat you, you are called soft rice hard food."

Haruka: "...what do you mean?"

Zheng Xu couldn't help it, moved a chair and sat beside him and said, "That is to say, the other party spends money, and you should look at his face, but you still have to be a uncle, and others have to spend money and coax you, anyway, it's not good." word."

Yao nodded receptively: "I understand."

"By the way, you can ask her to come to the store to eat hot pot at noon tomorrow." Ming Qian said, "For your friend's sake, reserve a double seat for her at noon tomorrow, and you can eat with her, so you have to come early."

Yao didn't expect that he could get special care when he was face-to-face. He was so moved that he grabbed Ming Qian's clothes and said, "Boss, you are so kind."

Ming Qian quickly pulled off his hand: "Hurry up, hurry up, go do your work."

So Yao packed up her apron and went to the sink to comb her hair. After making sure that she was as handsome as ever, she walked out of the store with her head held high and stopped a taxi outside the door.

As the youngest junior in the group, Haruka never thought of looking for a partner in the cunning, because the opposite sex and the same race are older than him, and many of them watched him grow up. To him, they are just like aunts, who cannot be promoted at all. come up with any ideas.

But he didn't think about finding a human race as a target.

Because the lifespan of the human race is too short, and there is not enough spiritual power in the world today, even if the human race can practice, it can only extend the life span of a dozen or 20 years at most.

However, Haruka has never experienced real life and death, so he quickly forgot that the human race has a short lifespan.

He didn't know why he was tempted, but he just felt that the other party was obedient and cute, and would praise him for being particularly responsible and humorous. In short, he was good everywhere in the other party's eyes.

It's only a matter of time before Yao, a cunning without any emotional experience, is hit by a sugar-coated bullet.

It was Ming Qian who worried like an old father in the store: "I forgot to ask him if he had a video with that netizen."

Zheng Xu said gossipingly: "It looks like it hasn't been opened before."

Ming Qian: "How did you find out?"

Zheng Xu mysteriously lowered his voice: "Intuition."

Mingqian: "..."

You might as well say that you figured it out by pinching your fingers.

You Jun didn't take it seriously at all, and sneered: "He is an adult, he can take responsibility for his actions, don't worry about him."

Although the truth is the same, it may be because of the environment in which he grew up. Ming Qian felt that Yao's mentality might not be as good as that of high school students, only his game playing is as good as high school students.

Yao was not there at night, but the workload did not increase, because Yao had already cut all the meat that needed him before he left, and He Qin and the others could cut any difficult dishes.

The program team will finish filming the day after tomorrow, and the time they can stay in the store is getting less and less, so every guest is working very hard, hoping to have a perfect ending.

In the past, Ming Qian thought that celebrities might have a bad temper, which is different from ordinary people, but after getting in touch with them for a while, they found that celebrities are also a profession. If you want to lose your work to others, you will use your mobile phone as an excuse to go to the toilet.

But they also work hard, and the waiters run around all day long with a smile on their faces.

The worker in the back kitchen can barely lift his arms and has to continue cutting.

Brother Jiang, who always had some problems when he first came here and began to blame himself for being inferior, can now brag about how delicious his fried pumpkin pie is.

The biggest change is Dong Han. He can not only clearly remember which dishes each table ordered, but also remember the preferences of some regular customers.

Ming Qian was still a little bit reluctant after thinking about it, he pulled Director Han aside: "Director Han, why don't I treat you to dinner that night when the show ends."

Dao Han said cheerfully, "Do you want to eat hot pot? All right, although I eat it every two days, I'm not tired of it."

Although it is most convenient to invite you to eat hot pot, Ming Qian still said: "Let's eat Chinese food, I will make it myself."

Director Han's eyes widened: "Really?"

Ming Qian nodded: "Really."

Director Han became happy now: "That's why we made money. I always said that I can cook the bottom of the hot pot to produce this kind of taste. You must not only be able to cook the bottom of the hot pot. Oh, can you bring people? I want to make my girlfriend Bring them together."

Ming Qian: "... If they all bring people, there will be no room for them in the store."

Director Han waved his hand: "No, no, no, it's just me, I'm the one who takes care of it. I'm the director, so I still have this privilege."

Director Han touched his nose: "The privileged class, they can't envy you."

Mingqian: "..."

Is it a privilege to be able to bring your family for a meal?

"All right, as long as you have no problems internally." Ming Qian couldn't say anything.

He was going to go back to make up the menu in the evening. Although he knew how to cook a lot of dishes, but if he really wanted to make a banquet for so many people, he probably had to study the recipe carefully.

Fortunately, Yiyi and the others are still there to help, so the difficulty is definitely not too big.

After finishing his work at night, he didn't follow behind on the way back. Ming Qian looked back from time to time, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Walking halfway, Ming Qian suddenly remembered the agreement with Director Han, so he told You Jun about it: "I have to go back tonight to read the recipes, I guess I have to go to bed later, you go to bed first."

Youjun's face turned black in an instant.

Ming Qian looked at You Jun's face, and said softly: "It's only a few days, just wait until they finish eating."

"What's more, I proposed it. I still have to use snacks."

You Jun pursed his lips, if Director Han and the others weren't there, You Jun would have lost his temper at them right now.

After several seconds, You Jun said: "Go back and sleep well."

"This deity invites the God of Cooking into your dream and teaches you how to cook."

Ming Qian: "...Huh?"

Does he have an extra teacher?Or Chef?

Is this the rhythm of his going to hold a state banquet?