Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

The geographical location of the store used to be very good. On the old street, there was a bus stop 500 meters away, with a total of [-] square meters. In the noodle shop, tenants have done almost all kinds of business.

Some people have also made hot pot, but street hot pot is really not competitive now.

Old people like to go to the restaurants they are used to, while young people like to go to big chain brands.

The most frightening thing is that there is an adult goods store next to the store. Although this store is closed all year round and mainly does online business, the sign outside is very large. The degree of myopia does not exceed six hundred degrees, and you can see huge advertisements.

It's really a "big" ad.

And because it is not too explicit, it has not been governed.

However, their business is not bad, and they have done so smoothly for so many years, not to mention that it is too wicked to expect others to go bankrupt.

In fact, Ming Qian didn't understand why the adult shop basically did online business, but it still had to have a store, but he didn't know what to do, and he could only sigh if he was doing business well.

The people from the decoration company came early in the morning.

They charge by the square meter, including hard and soft decoration, and they also cover the demolition. The charges for shops and home decoration are also different.

After measuring the size and quoting the price, Ming Qian went to the other party's company to sign a contract, paid a deposit, and then handed over the key to the other party.

The signboard was also made to order by the same company. Mingqian asked for a signboard written in calligraphy, with clear strokes and a grand look, but it should not make people unable to see what is written on it.

He passed by several hot pot restaurants and Chinese restaurants before, and the signboards were all written in calligraphy, which looked flamboyant and handsome, but several of them used cursive characters, handsome enough, but few people who don’t practice calligraphy can recognize them When you come out, you have to make another Song typeface next to it.

Didn't you see that the chain stores with a constant stream of customers use recognizable and design words?

Recognition is the most important thing.

Otherwise, when customers mention his restaurant in the future, they will not say "Shanhai Hot Pot", but "the hot pot restaurant next to the adult products store".

That would be such a failure.

In the next few weeks, Mingqian went through the formalities of opening the store.

I take a shower as soon as I get home at night, and lie down on the second bed after washing. I don't play with my mobile phone, and just sleep with my head depressed.

It is estimated that You Jun also saw that he was pretending to be asleep, but You Jun did not expose it.

Maybe it was because he was too tired during the day, after Mingqian pretended to sleep for a few days, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and when he woke up several times, he either slipped into Youjun's arms, or put one leg on Youjun's body.

After a few weeks of embarrassment, Ming Qian is no longer embarrassed.

He even felt that as long as it wasn't him who was embarrassed, it was Youjun who was embarrassed.

Embarrassed for a long time, even began to get used to it.

On the day Ming Qian finished running all the documents, in order to celebrate, he bought a bunch of vegetables generously and made a big table for himself and You Jun.

His skills are mediocre. He learned to cook in the past to save money. Now that he has soup stones, no matter how ordinary his skills are, he is comparable to the master chef who cooks state banquets.

Richness is really rich. He made a dish of steamed sea bass.

I also made a dish of braised pork, which also used stone water, and two vegetarian dishes, plus a soup boiled with stone water.

The two stir-fried dishes are relatively inferior, but the soup, fish and meat taste beyond the word "delicious".

In short, he and You Jun even ate up a big pot of steamed rice.

After eating and drinking enough, Ming Qian is also in the mood to watch TV with You Jun.

You Jun likes to watch the news, and cares more about national affairs than Ming Qian, a typical modern person. Now he even knows the name of Trump, and he is also concerned about the national elections on the other side of the ocean.

Ming Qian watched the TV, and said in his mouth: "I still need to hire two pier workers, and the waiter will not be invited. I will do it myself when the business is just opened, and I will hire when the business is good."

It's rare for You Jun to say a good word: "It's better to do everything personally than to ask questions."

Ming Qian was amused: "Then I'll be in the restaurant all day from now on. I think the hot pot restaurant basically doesn't close until eleven o'clock in the evening. What do you do every day? Do you watch TV?"

Youjun turned his head and glanced at Mingqian, the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and then he said unhappily: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Husband and wife can never "separate in two places".

Recruiting Dunzigong was not as easy as Ming Qian thought. He recruited on the website. After waiting for more than a week, the decoration of the hotpot restaurant was almost completed and no one applied. Pack cigarettes, and then order a table of food in other people's stores, and then get it out of the boss's mouth. The workers are introduced by relatives or waiters.

Unlike waiters, pier workers are heavy work and the wages are not high, so young people are unwilling to do it.

After all, although the waiters are not easy, they are better than the workers.

The boss sat at the door of the store, smoking a cigarette and said to Ming Qian: "Little brother, you will definitely not be able to recruit people online, why don't you post a recruitment notice at the door of the store and clearly state the salary and benefits, if there is no one who can introduce you Relatives, why not go around the construction site twice."

"In some construction sites, couples work together, and they are still doing a lot in their 40s. If you pay [-] yuan a month, there should be people who are not doing very well on the construction site and are willing to come."

Ming Qian: "...the construction site can earn six to seven thousand a month, and those with some skills can go up to eight thousand. I guess people will look down on them."

The boss thought for a while, then sighed, "Yes."

Of course, those who work hard will go where the money is more, and it is not easy for the prickly workers.

When Mingqian was working, his monthly salary was just over 6000 yuan, and after tax deduction and insurance, he got just over [-] yuan.

He felt that he was no different from a worker who moved bricks. They were all workers who were begging for food under the hands of the boss.

The difference is that other people work harder than him, are more tired than him, and are more likely to suffer from physical damage than him.

Making money is not always easy.

He was extremely envious of the relocated households.

He used to have a classmate whose family was demolished. After the parents got the money, they didn’t know how to invest it. They felt that stock funds and financial management were not as good as buying a house. With the support of the country, they just buy a house.

At that time, there was no purchase restriction. Their family bought more than 20 houses, and they were smart enough not to sell them in the first two years, but to rent them out. Now they earn more than [-] yuan in rent every month.

Later, his classmate was going to study abroad, and his family sold the smallest house, and took more than 800 million to let him buy a suite next to the foreign school, so that he could live conveniently.

Compared with the CEO of a listed company, Ming Qian admires this kind of thing more.

After all, the bosses still have to worry about the company's market value, policy changes, and losses, and they must find ways to innovate.

Too busy to touch the ground.

And charter women and charterers are net profit.

No pressure.

Ming Qian posted a recruitment notice at the door of the store that was still being renovated, and someone did indeed call him.

But they all asked whether to recruit waiters, and no one applied for a job.

"Hey..." After answering another phone call asking if the waiter was available, Ming Qian half-lyed on the sofa and sighed.

Youjun couldn't understand him like this, and said with contempt: "It's just a little bit of setback to act like this."

Ming Qian looked at You Jun in despair: "I can't find a way out!"

Migrant workers are all looking for high-paying jobs. Even if they go to a factory, they can earn five to six thousand a month. Although the assembly line work is not technically skilled, the construction workers are also not technically skilled!He doesn't need a pier to carve a flower.

Not to mention local ones.

It is best to find a middle-aged woman who is relatively free in the nearby countryside. She doesn't have to make a living, just find something to do and earn a little money.

But this also requires someone to introduce you.

Ming Qian covered his face with a pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "It's a big deal, I'll chop the vegetables for the next day every night."

Youjun: "How many hands do you have?"

If it is really cut, either the amount is small, or the arm is cut for a few days and then it is not necessary.

You Jun: "Forget it, I will find some useful ones for you."

Ming Qian blinked, but didn't refuse, and said reservedly: "It's only if people are willing."

Youjun sneered: "Maybe this deity is going to buy and sell by force?"

Ming Qian complained from the bottom of his heart: That might be.

Early the next morning, "Dunzi Gong" came to the door.

When the door was knocked, Mingqian was still lying on the bed. As soon as he turned over, his forehead hit Youjun's chest. He was angry about getting up, but he didn't dare to say it to Youjun, so he could only spend a few seconds to digest it by himself. .

After he had finished digesting, he slowly stood up and went to open the door in his slippers.

As soon as the door was opened, the other party's bright orange hair was the first thing that caught the eye.

The young man grinned at him: "I received a letter from my lord last night and rushed here."

The boy has a pleasing face, round face, big eyes, and looks beaming. He is very polite to Ming Qian, with a bit of respect. After being welcomed by Ming Qian, he said cautiously: : "I heard from my ancestors that now I honor this nine-tailed white fox. Like our cunning beasts, there are many births, but the aura of the world is limited, and the newborns are almost unable to support them."

So as soon as he got the letter, the elders urged him to go on the road quickly, lest the opportunity fall into the hands of others.

Their cunning beasts also have names in the Book of Mountains and Seas, but compared to the famous Nine-Tailed Fox Qiongqi and Phoenix, they basically don't exist.

Although they are also auspicious beasts that bless the grain harvest, they are their ancestors in the prehistoric period. In their generation, let alone bless any country with a bumper harvest, it is good to have a full stomach.

He is familiar with Youjun here, works hard, gets some good things, and can make some contributions to the clan when he returns to his hometown.

A divine beast like You Jun who lived in the prehistoric period must have a lot of good things in his hands, and a little leakage from his fingers is enough to feed them, these little strange beasts.

Ming Qian looked at his round face, and then saw the sincere smile on his face, and his tone became a lot gentler: "I'm hiring a prickly worker, who just cuts vegetables, can you do it?"

The man rolled up his sleeves, exposing his slender arms, trying to squeeze out a little muscle, and said sincerely: "I have a lot of strength!"

Ming Qian looked at the opponent's arm, which was almost like a bamboo pole, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

That's it?