Gu Qingcheng laughed.

The theory she just mentioned is actually a principle of accounting, called the accrual basis, which is actually the same principle as machine depreciation.

The few people chatted for a while, and after a few minutes, the beef noodles were ready and they needed to go and get them themselves.

He brought over the beef noodles and we chatted about business for a while.

Gu Qingcheng asked: "Today is your first day of business, how do you two feel?"

"I am very happy to make it." Zhu Qiqi said, "I feel a sense of accomplishment when I make wontons and let everyone taste them. I am very happy in my heart."

She rubbed her shoulders, which were sore and painful: "It's just that my shoulders hurt."

Song Mingming also said: "It's one thing to be tired, but seeing everyone eating our wontons and looking satisfied makes me feel that it's all worth it."

Zhu Qiqi asked: "Qingcheng, you are the leader in this area, do you have any other ideas? We can also learn more from you."

Gu Qingcheng pursed her lips and said, "I think we can think about it again and see if we can make a differentiated treatment based on the customer level."

"Differentiated treatment?" Zhu Qiqi's eyes lit up.

Song Mingming asked in confusion: "Qingcheng, what do you mean?"

Zhu Qiqi seemed to understand and explained, "Qingcheng's meaning should be to make wontons at a variety of prices to meet the differentiated consumption of people at different levels."

Gu Qingcheng nodded: "That's right, because after my observation today, I found that although 25 cents is not much, a large number of people are reluctant to eat it. Their spending power for a meal is only about 10 cents. We have to keep such customers."

In later generations, basically everyone could afford a bowl of wontons at ten yuan, but it was different in the 1970s. There was still a large number of people who could not get enough food or warm clothes. Twenty-five cents was enough to buy several kilograms of rice.

It’s normal to be reluctant to eat it.

Now is the early stage of the wonton shop, and the important thing is to build its reputation.

Such customers must be retained.

Gu Qingcheng continued, "My initial idea is to divide wontons into three price levels: 10 cents, 25 cents, and 50 cents. The 10 cent wontons have mainly vegetable fillings, the 25 cents ones are based on today's price, and the 50 cents ones have more shrimp or something in them. In addition, a seasoning should be added to make them high-end wontons and sell them at a higher price."

"A seasoning?"

Zhu Qiqi and Song Mingming were very interested.

Gu Qingcheng nodded: "When the time comes, I will add this seasoning on the spot. It is my own secret recipe.

"I knew it! You can't go wrong by following Qingcheng!"

As he was speaking, a tall middle-aged man in a white chef's uniform walked over.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face, and his eyes are slightly narrowed. When he looks at Gu Qingcheng, his eyes are full of scrutiny.

It was Chef Zhao, the head chef of the state-owned restaurant.

"Comrade, is it convenient for you to come out? I have something to talk to you about." Chef Zhao said to Gu Qingcheng.

Gu Qingcheng pursed her thin lips, inexplicably feeling that this person had bad intentions.

Hiding the deep thought in her eyes, she said, "Qiqi, Mingming, you guys eat first. I'll be out for a while."

She followed Chef Zhao outside the restaurant.

It is winter now. A gust of wind blew and Gu Qingcheng shivered subconsciously.

She followed Chef Zhao into an alley.

Chef Zhao stopped and turned to look at Gu Qingcheng.

"What's your name, comrade?"

Gu Qingcheng said: "My last name is Gu, you should be the famous chef Zhao from the state-owned restaurant, right?"

"You have quite a good eye." At this moment, all the people around had left, and Chef Zhao no longer needed to pretend, and he looked completely arrogant.

Gu Qingcheng said calmly: "I wonder why you are looking for me, Chef Zhao? Please tell me clearly."

"Okay. I won't beat around the bush. Can you sell me your wonton recipe?"

He got straight to the point.

Gu Qingcheng frowned slightly, but felt normal in his heart.

After all, that was the recipe she had worked so hard to research. Anyone who went there to taste it would know that it would be a hit in the future!

Gu Qingcheng said straightforwardly: "Chef Zhao, I don't plan to sell this recipe."

"You're not going to sell it?"

Chef Zhao took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to Gu Qingcheng.

"One hundred bucks! How's that?"

Gu Qingcheng looked at the stack of money and felt that it was a humiliation to herself.

"Chef Zhao, this is not about money."

It's a question of too little money.

Is she the one who needs the hundred dollars?

Oh, she just casually spent 600 yuan to post an advertisement. Are you humiliating her by giving her 100 yuan?

Brother, if you give me one million at this time, I will give you this formula intact and without reservation.

But you are missing so many 0.

Give it to the dog!

Gu Qingcheng turned around and was about to leave: "It seems that Chef Zhao is not sincere in looking for me today, so I won't waste time. In a little while, my beef noodles will be ready."

Chef Zhao's face darkened and he said in a cold voice, "Stop right there! Did I let you go?"

After saying this, Gu Qingcheng actually stopped.

She turned around and looked, wanting to see what else this man was up to.

Chef Zhao felt a little better. This woman must be afraid of him. She took two steps closer, speaking in a threatening tone.

"I advise you to be sensible. One hundred dollars is not a small amount."

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