Chapter 75: My husband, Lao Liang, is still the best at guiding us.

With the afterglow still lingering, Zhuang Fuyao leaned against him, her eyes sparkling, and recounted the ins and outs of this vicious competition.

Liang Huaixu looked at a pimple on her chin and asked, "Is it because you're getting a sore throat from thinking about this?"

Zhuang Fuyao nodded.

She had been exposed to the world by Ms. Ji since childhood, and her thinking was more mature than her peers. However, compared to Liang Huaixu, she was still far behind. In her position, Liang Huaixu's life experience was much richer than most people's, which could provide her with some valuable advice.

She blinked. "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Tell me your thoughts first." Liang Huaixu didn't offer a solution directly, but instead guided her to think.

Vicious competition is a problem that almost every entrepreneur will face, and it is precisely in such situations that one must remain calm.

She's still in a state of mind where she's only recently entered the workforce. This kind of thing might seem big now, but in the long run, it's insignificant. There will be many more things like this in the future.

He originally thought that her talking about opening a shop was just to pass the time, but he didn't expect it to be on such a large scale.

From the moment he saw Qingfeng Pavilion with his own eyes, he knew that she was a fledgling eagle in the sky, not a little quail that could only grow under his protection.

Since she is a fledgling eagle, we need to change our approach. While protecting her, we also need to teach her how to grow her wings.

Zhuang Fuyao: "During this period, many employees have privately suggested to me that we should also lower the price, but I don't think that's a good idea."

Why not?

“Because once the price is lowered, it is difficult to raise it back up, and there is no guarantee that the other party will not follow suit. Our costs are very high, and we cannot win a price war with the other party. So I think we might be able to use Ms. Ji’s network of contacts to create a celebrity effect.”

"Now that you've figured it out, why are you still agonizing over it?"

Zhuang Fuyao sighed, "This is not a long-term solution; we need to think of something else."

Liang Huaixu raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze filled with admiration. "Do you have any other ideas?"

Having just experienced a passionate encounter, Zhuang Fuyao's voice was now soft and gentle, "No, my head is spinning."

Liang Huaixu chuckled softly, rubbed her temples, and said, "Blindly imitating others without having your own unique characteristics will only make you blend into the crowd and make it difficult for Qingyuefang to enter the high-end market in the future."

Zhuang Fuyao understood immediately, "You mean we not only won't lower the price, but we'll even raise it? Of course, this price increase doesn't necessarily refer to the listed price; there are many hidden values ​​involved."

“Yes.” Liang Huaixu slowly analyzed with her, “I remember that Qingfeng Pavilion used a reservation system during its trial operation? This method is quite good. Scarcity makes things valuable. The rarer something is, the more likely people are to be willing to spend a lot of money. If it is operated well, it will give customers the feeling that the money is well spent.”

Having made many decisions, Liang Huaixu had unique insights into how he viewed things.

Zhuang Fuyao's eyes lit up. "If we use the celebrity effect and create a scarcity marketing campaign, it will become extremely difficult to get a seat!"

Liang Huaixu nodded in agreement.

Thinking of a solution, Zhuang Fuyao excitedly kissed him, "My Lao Liang is really amazing."

It's yet another new name.

This is more down-to-earth than Professor Liang's.

They seemed like a loving old married couple.

Liang Huaixu's eyes darkened slightly. He felt that he was being too easily provoked, but at the same time, he felt that it was a rare opportunity for the two of them to be intimate. After tonight, if she returned to Qianyue Manor, she would probably be busy for a while and they wouldn't be able to meet.

After a brief internal struggle, they decided to leave the decision to her.

He carried her to the bathroom.

He filled the bathtub with warm water, opened a packet of chilled rose petals, and added a few drops of essential oil.

The bathroom was lit by only a dim ambient light. He was wearing black pants, and with his conscious efforts to conceal himself, nothing seemed amiss.

The bathtub was ergonomically designed, and she lay inside, comfortably enjoying Liang Huaixu scrubbing her back and giving her a massage.

He washed it extremely meticulously, leaving no spot untouched.

But Zhuang Fuyao felt this was not a good thing.

For example, when cleaning a certain area, you might intend to pick out something, but the more you pick, the more there seems to be...

Her face flushed red, and she glared at him reproachfully. Only then did she realize that Liang Huaixu hadn't put on a shirt when he bathed her.

She restrained herself and said, "Don't wash it, I'll do it myself later."

"Okay." As he pointed, he hooked his finger upwards, causing Zhuang Fuyao to let out a soft moan.

If Liang Huaixu hadn't remained calm, she would have suspected he was doing it on purpose; otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence... at exactly that time?

She looked at him and said, "Why don't you go take a shower?"

"Let's wait until you're finished washing."

“…Hmm.” She paused, as if considering his feelings, “This bathtub is quite big, would you like to come in and bathe together? It would save us trouble later.”

His tone and expression were very serious. "That's fine too."

But once we got into the bathtub, things gradually changed.

It's unclear who started it, but in the end they were all sitting on top of each other, splashing water everywhere.

...

The next day when Zhuang Fuyao went to Qingfeng Pavilion, she walked rather unnaturally, and it took her a while to recover.

After explaining the proposed plan to everyone, we began its formal implementation.

Qingfeng Pavilion was closed for two days to do some preparatory work.

Meanwhile, Qingfengguan's official WeChat account started a reservation channel, but the prices of each dish on the platform did not decrease at all.

Regarding this, Qingyuefang was just watching the show.

Su Mei lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke. "Let's reserve a spot too. We want to see what tricks they're up to over there."

The man responded with his lips.

Su Mei revealed a hint of enjoyment, "It seems that no one won this bet."

Several of them were guessing how much the Qingfeng Pavilion would lower its prices, and they even made a bet on it.

Who would have thought that not only would the other side not lower their prices, but they'd also implemented some kind of reservation system? Were they trying to drive all their already limited customers to Qingyuefang? Su Mei patted the man's head, "Hurry up a bit."

Just then, a phone call came in.

She panicked for a moment and used lip reading to remind the other person.

She only felt comfortable accepting the man after he had behaved himself.

"Hey, honey..." After chatting for a while, she suddenly gasped. In order not to reveal anything unusual, Su Mei barely managed to reply a few words, then made up an excuse and quickly hung up the phone.

She shoved the man under the desk away forcefully. "Are you crazy?! How dare you! What if he finds out?!"

The man didn't care, grabbed her neck, and kissed her fiercely.

Su Mei stopped resisting, her body went limp, her eyes welled up with tears, and she didn't utter another harsh word.

The man released her, looking at her with a half-smile. "See? You clearly like this. What are you pretending for?"

"Don't give me that." Su Mei glared at him. She had to admit that, even though they were both middle-aged, the man in front of her was far superior to her husband in both looks and sexual prowess.

She climbed onto the man's shoulder, smiled radiantly, and gently touched his lips. "You don't look old at all. If we walked down the street together, people would believe I was your son."

……

Many people came because of the reservation system, and there were more people on the day the business reopened than before.

After two days of renovation, Qingfeng Pavilion selected an area to set up an open kitchen to showcase the cooking process.

However, this is not the common open kitchen found in many restaurants.

Every detail is carefully considered.

First of all, in terms of the dishes, they are all famous dishes with complicated processes, often taking more than ten hours.

Secondly, regarding the chefs, the most handsome young chef in the entire Qingfeng Pavilion was selected, dressed in the attire of a Song Dynasty imperial chef, and the surrounding scenery was also modeled after a Song Dynasty palace kitchen.

The whole scene is so beautiful that it cannot be described as "looking" but rather "appreciating".

That day, Shu Run and Song Qing also came over.

These two have been quite free lately, and they often go to Qingfeng Pavilion, where Zhuang Fuyao inevitably drags them along to work as helpers.

In addition, she also saw an acquaintance.

At the Cloud Dream Banquet in the Immortal Pavilion, she spotted Yu Heng.

When Zhuang Fuyao went to inspect the store, she happened to run into his line of sight, so she had no choice but to go over and say hello.

Upon learning that Qingfeng Restaurant was owned by Zhuang Fuyao, Yu Heng looked surprised. "I was just praising this restaurant to my friend for its style. I didn't expect the owner to be you. What a coincidence!"