Chapter 293 How Much Money Does She Have to Compete with Me?
Although discarded flyers were everywhere, the weather in mid-September was finally cooler, but I couldn't stand running around all day and my soles were covered with blisters.
Ye Xiaomei just found a pressure well at the entrance of the alley near a house, and hurried there to wash her feet.
"Ye Xiaomei!"
"Huh?" He turned around suddenly and saw a man wearing a loose white sportswear, sunglasses and a duckbill cap standing at the entrance of the alley.
Her body is as flexible as a green bamboo and she must be at least 1.85 meters tall.
You know what, she has a pretty good figure, but the only thing missing from her face is her mouth. Who is she?
Just as he was thinking about it, the man took off his glasses and raised his face.
Fog! Ye Xiaomei's scalp went numb. She quickly put on her crystal sandals and limped to the alley entrance. She looked around:
"You came out alone? Where's your wheelchair? Honestly, I didn't recognize it was you when you suddenly stood up."
Ye Xiaomei was worried. Shang Zhen had delivered the invitation yesterday. Li Yao and the others all got one.
The remaining few photos with gold rims include Sanmao and a few familiar faces from the police station. In the end, bringing in some famous people can still add points to the hot pot restaurant.
However, a smart man like Tang Buci should have guessed it, otherwise why would he appear here like a ghost in broad daylight?
"You really opened a store?" Tang Buci put on his sunglasses again and pulled his hat brim down a little:
"I told you that you have been sneaking around this week. Don't blame me for not informing you in advance. If you dare to open a shop in front of my hotel, you will lose your life."
Ye Xiaomei guessed it. Since the conversation had already been opened, she felt that it didn't matter if she waited for half a day. The store would open early tomorrow morning anyway.
"That's not necessarily true. Our cuisines are different, and your dishes are more expensive than mine."
"Does a cheap price mean you can guarantee a profit?" Tang Buci sneered. A gust of wind blew, and a discarded flyer fell in front of Tang Buci's feet.
He pulled his sunglasses up to his nose, took a look from above, and murmured:
"Shocking price, 20% off for all items, spend 80 yuan and get a free soup pot, hehe...what kind of tricks are you using?"
"It's a marketing method. I learned it from you." Ye Xiaomei did not hide it. She couldn't help but frowning as she felt the pain on the soles of her feet.
"What if I don't spend eighty dollars?" Tang Buci saw that there was no explanation on the flyer.
"Didn't you see it? Isn't it written here? Please see the poster in the store for details." Ye Xiaomei is not stupid. If everything is written clearly, wouldn't no one be curious?
"..." Tang Bushi turned his head slowly and looked at Ye Xiaomei suspiciously.
That innocent look now became more complicated. Where did this girl learn this?
"Since you are a competitor, why not let me go and have a look?"
"That won't work. You are a distinguished guest. You can only go tomorrow. Food and drinks are free. I have already chosen the table. It is the most conspicuous place on the second floor. It is like the emperor's viewpoint above thousands of people."
Ye Xiaomei refused on the spot.
Tang Buci was really unsure when he saw his mysterious attitude. What on earth did she do? Shouldn't she be a student? At most, a doctor?
Mo Ji tried for more than two hours but still couldn't get any words out of Ye Xiaomei.
Taking advantage of the evening when it was still light, Ye Xiaomei went to the Sixi Hotel after Tang Bushi left.
Zhaodi and Laidi were busy preparing the firecrackers, fireworks, menus, hot pot bases, and bowls and chopsticks for the next day.
A few temporary workers were found from the labor market to hang a loudspeaker on the telephone pole at the door.
The speaker is linked to a radio that Ye Xiaomei bought from a second-hand market. It only cost thirty yuan and came with five free cassettes, all of which were popular songs.
Tomorrow, the salutes will sound, the firecrackers will blast, and the music from the radio will play through the loudspeakers... The scene will be so vivid, perfect.
Ye Xiaomei walked around the upstairs and downstairs. Zhaodi and Laidi were really capable. They cleaned the place spotlessly. All the broken tables, chairs and benches were cleaned up and all the replacements were put in place.
"Boss, how is it?" Zhaodi followed behind and checked carefully, remembering anything she missed as soon as possible.
Ye Xiaomei pondered for a moment and said, "You really realize that I haven't considered this carefully enough."
"What's the matter, boss?" Zhaodi is much older than her sister Laidi, but Laidi is more lively. At this moment, he is picking vegetables and singing music downstairs.
"You two are too busy to come, but time is a bit tight. Can you help me find some diligent waiters?"
Ye Xiaomei frowned. She had been so busy this week that even the energetic Shang Zhen was exhausted by her.
"This..." Zhaodi hesitated to speak.
"Even if it's just for a few days." At least it would give her some time to go to the job market to find help.
"For a few days, there are a few people from the same hometown who came here with us. I will go back and ask them if they want to do it. However, if we calculate the money by the day, you have to give me a number, so that I can talk to them."
Ye Xiaomei nodded. Zhaodi was more thoughtful. "I've been busy these days. I'll give you 100 yuan a day. It's different from you two sisters. You two get commissions."
This number is already quite a lot, and Ye Xiaomei is too anxious. If the compensation is too low, naturally no one will be willing to do short-term work.
Zhaodi hesitated for a while before nodding.
The next morning, before daybreak, Ye Xiaomei put on her new dress. Her slender waist set off her curvy figure, and her neat short hair showed her pure and noble temperament like a lotus emerging from water.
The conservative collar of the suit reveals her fair neck, and the bow tied on the ribbon at the waist flutters along the hem of her skirt like a butterfly.
The moment Ye Xiaomei walked out of the house, she attracted countless people's attention. She felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.
As soon as I arrived at the store, Zhaodi was assigning work to several fellow villagers she brought with her, and I was instantly stunned.
"Boss, you...you really have done something amazing." The lively Lai Di's eyes lit up.
Zhaodi calmly withdrew her gaze and said, "This is our boss, Mr. Ye."
Ye Xiaomei took a look at the three people she brought. Two of them were about the same age as Zhaodi and the others, and only one was older, probably in his thirties.
"So... you're already a boss at such a young age?" The older woman looked Ye Xiaomei up and down. She nervously hooked the hair around her ears and tugged at her rough collar, as if she was afraid that something was wrong with her:
"Well, boss, although I'm a little older, I'm capable. I just wanted to come and see you. Look at me... look at me."
Ye Xiaomei was stunned: "She is not too old, as long as she can do the job."
Ye Xiaomei didn't know why, but from her reserved little movements that were afraid of being looked down upon, she seemed to see her former mother.
It seems that even if I cough I have to consider whether others will look down on me.
Zhaodi and the woman looked at each other and both smiled. Ye Xiaomei could see that Zhaodi was probably afraid that this elder sister would be rejected.
Sure enough, this lady was very diligent. She put on an apron, grabbed both sides of the basket by herself, and lifted up more than 100 kilograms of lotus roots without asking for help.
Ye Xiaomei held a simple meeting in a private room.
There were five of us in total, so one person was more than enough to take care of three tables. All we had to do was add more soup before the bottom of the pot was almost dry.
After all this was prepared, Shang Zhen arrived yawning at eight o'clock in the morning. Before the firecrackers were lit, there were already people lining up at the door.
"Ye Xiaomei, we are here." Li Xiaochun pulled a few girls and called out to them from behind. More than 30 classmates came up in a rush.
There were also some semi-familiar faces at the night market. My husband and kids also came here during the weekend.
Ye Xiaomei was delighted; this plan was finally not much different from what she had expected.
But at this moment, Ye Xiaomei did not notice that someone in the window on the second floor opposite had his mouth twitching.
"Boss, do we want to queue?"
Tang Buci ignored him. Ye Xiaomei was serious, with loudspeakers and salutes:
"Who is us? I'll be the one to go." He had to go and see how delicious the food was.
Li Yao anxiously touched his chest and thought for a long time before taking out the invitation from his pocket:
"To be honest, Miss Ye also invited me."
Tang Buci looked at the beautiful invitation with gold border in his hand. After hearing what Li Yao said, he suddenly looked to the side:
"Did I treat you too?" His expression was as if he had eaten a fly.
"Of course not...there are also them." Li Yao took a few steps back. Several bodyguards, represented by the expressionless and fierce-looking Qiu Ameng, stood in a row, holding an identical invitation in their hands.
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