Chapter 239: Business is Slow (Update)

Zhuang Qingsui is a real girl from this world who needs to abide by the survival rules of this era. She doesn’t want Zhuang Qingsui to pay for her actions with the rest of her life.

So at this time, Zhuang Jingye was willing to come forward to help her deal with Zhuang Ruman. Both in terms of reputation and her limited energy, it was perfect.

"Why are you being polite? As the saying goes, give and take, and this is my return." Zhuang Jingye laughed and scratched his ear: "By the way, let's talk about the bean seeds. Do you have any more? It's not enough right now. At least another 300 to 400 kilograms would be better."

"Yes." Zhuang Qingning smiled and replied, "But the earliest time will have to wait until tomorrow. Um... I'll go to the town today to see if they can deliver it tonight. I don't know if there are still so many bean seeds. I'll try to take a look."

Someone said that it doesn't matter how many systems you want for bean seeds, but Zhuang Qingning can't just take them out like that, and he can't say that they are so easy to get, lest people notice something is wrong.

"Okay." Zhuang Jingye nodded repeatedly: "As long as we have bean seeds, it's fine to wait one more day. I'll talk to each family."

"Once the bean seeds are delivered, I will immediately send them to Uncle Village Chief's home."

"Okay, I'll just wait." Zhuang Jingye stood up and said, "Then I'll quickly tell everyone so they don't have to wait anxiously."

As he spoke, Zhuang Jingye stood up and walked out: "Just do your thing, don't see me off."

"Okay, uncle the village head, take care." Zhuang Qingning saw Zhuang Jingye out the door.

After chatting for a while at the door, Zhuang Jingye left in a hurry.

Zhuang Qingning lowered his head and went back into the yard.

Zhuang Rumen, who went to the fields early in the morning while it was still cool, to see how the land was doing and whether it could be used for autumn planting, looked at the situation and raised his chin.

At this time, he hurried to Zhuang Qingning's house because he couldn't sell the bean seeds, so he was worried and wanted to discuss countermeasures as soon as possible.

It's your fault! Who told you guys to go against him without doing anything?

There will be times for you to cry in the future.

Zhuang Ruman put the hoe he was carrying on his shoulders and went home with his head held high. It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and it was time for dinner. Smoke was just rising from the kitchens of every household, or the food was already ready. It was a big market, and the restaurants and hotels in the town were very busy. Even the steamed bun shops, wonton stalls, and noodle stalls on the street were full of people, making it very lively.

Feng Yongkang was in Fushun Building, and as usual, he was smiling and entertaining the guests who came to eat there, toasting and talking to each of them in an effort to build relationships with them.

As the toasts went on, Feng Yongkang's brows began to frown.

There aren't enough customers at Fu Shun Lou today, it can even be described as deserted.

There were only three or four tables of guests sitting sparsely in the hall, and the amount of dishes on each table was not enough. There were only two guests in the private rooms upstairs.

This business...

Feng Yongkang went to the front desk and casually flipped through the account books for the past few days. His face suddenly darkened: "How come there is so little money coming in these few days?"

"Boss." The accountant immediately made a bitter face: "This can't be helped. There aren't many customers eating here these days. Today is a big market, but there are still only so few people."

"What the hell is going on?" Feng Yongkang angrily threw the account book on the table: "Where did these guests go?"

"Boss, calm down." The accountant hurriedly picked up the account book and whispered, "I heard that Ruyi Pavilion's business has been very hot these past two days. Who knows, these customers may have gone there."

"Ruyi Pavilion? Are the dishes there edible?" Feng Yongkang has always looked down on Ruyi Pavilion. When he heard that Ruyi Pavilion's business was better than Fushun Pavilion's, he became even more angry.

"Boss, you may not know that Ruyi Pavilion has been offering a 10% discount these days. Anyone who eats at Ruyi Pavilion can pay a 10% discount. And if you can eat more than two meals there, you can get a pot of wine for free. If you eat more than three meals, you can get a pot of local specialties in addition to the wine. If you eat four meals, you can get an extra soup... and so on. If you can eat more than six meals, you can basically get a free meal if you eat there again. With such discounts, naturally many people go there."

"Let me say something. Many of our signature dishes here were made with ingredients from Zhuang's Tofu Shop. Now that we don't get ingredients from the tofu shop, the dishes made by the chefs here taste just average. I really can't find anything attractive about them. In my opinion, we should get some ingredients from the tofu shop in the future. Maybe we can continue to compete with Ruyi Pavilion in the future..."

"What are you talking about!"

Without waiting for the accountant to finish his words, Feng Yongkang shouted, "This tofu shop is arrogant all the time. Zhuang Qingning has already said that she will not supply anything to Fushun Building. Do you think I should go and beg her?"

"Fushunlou is a well-known restaurant in town. Is it possible that the business will be ruined just because of these pieces of tofu and a few pieces of bean curd skin? I just don't believe it. Without Zhuang Qingning, my restaurant will not be able to continue running, right?"

Even if the door couldn't be opened, it was impossible to make him bow his head in front of Zhuang Qingning. There was no door, let alone windows! Feng Yongkang angrily threw his sleeves and went to the backyard.

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The accountant picked up the account book that Feng Yongkang had just thrown on the table and shook his head and sighed.

"You brought this up with the shopkeeper for no reason. Look, he's angry, right?" Ma Tong walked up to him and lowered his voice, "The shopkeeper hates saying things like this the most. Otherwise, how do you think Chef Zhang and Lian Rong left Fushunlou earlier?"

"He may be annoyed, but this is the fact in front of us. It doesn't matter whether you like it or not." The accountant was a man a few years older than Ma Tong. His name was Geng Shun. He also had a bad temper. He frowned and said, "It's not that I said something unpleasant, but if the shopkeeper continues to mess around, our Fushun Building will probably go bankrupt sooner or later."

"Shh..." Ma Tong quickly put his hand to his mouth, signaling Geng Shun to speak in a lower voice.

"Why are you hushing? You are afraid of the shopkeeper, but I am not. Since I have already said it out loud, I am not afraid of the shopkeeper hearing it!" Geng Shun shouted loudly.

Well, these two guys are starting to argue with the shopkeeper.

Seeing that he could not persuade them, Ma Tong simply stopped talking, picked up the teapot, and went to pour tea at each table.

Feng Yongkang had already arrived at the backyard. He walked two steps forward from the backyard door and could see the main entrance of Ruyi Pavilion. It was quite lively there with people coming and going, compared to the deserted Fushun Building. Feng Yongkang felt even more angry. After a cold snort, he went to the kitchen to look for Qi Changfu.

(End of this chapter)