Chapter 219 Another Bowl
Old Liu quickly complimented him a few more times.
But the old man was thinking in his heart that Mr. Cheng’s calculations had all been wrong ten times, and today the blind cat had met a dead mouse, and he immediately started to tremble.
The small table was very small, but it was equipped with six small stools. Mr. Cheng took one, leaving five, which was just enough for the Gu family to sit down. Shopkeeper Luo simply squatted on the floor.
He gave up his seat, still saying sorry.
"This broker was recommended by my cousin. I didn't know he was such a guy beforehand. Fortunately, we didn't buy the house in Hongye Lane. With his character, who knows what problems there might be in that house." Shopkeeper Luo was terrified at this moment.
The Luo family does not have much business in the capital, and it has always been managed by his cousin, so Manager Luo is not very familiar with the capital.
"Manager Luo, we all understand. This is not your fault. Don't keep blaming yourself for it." Old Mrs. Gu came out to comfort him.
Shopkeeper Luo sighed and said, "Please wait and see about finding a house. I will ask around in the next few days to see if there is a reliable broker."
As they were talking, another person came up to the stall. He was a young man in his twenties.
Mr. Cheng, who was eating noodles, grabbed the young man and said, "Little Li, I predicted that you will get rich today. If you really get rich, please treat me to noodles later, okay?"
The young man couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said, "Okay, okay, thank you for your good words, even if I don't get rich, I will treat you to this bowl of noodles."
But Mr. Cheng said, "I am not the kind of person who is greedy for small gains. Please treat me when you become rich."
The young man nodded helplessly. He also knew Mr. Cheng's character. From the beginning to the end, he only wanted to treat himself, but he did not say this to Old Liu who also came here for business.
Mr. Cheng turned to Shopkeeper Luo and said, "I'm sitting here while you guys are talking. I have no choice but to listen. This guy is also a broker. Although he's young, he's a real man. Tell him what kind of house you want. Maybe he can find a suitable one."
Li Yaren did not expect such a pleasant surprise, and looked at the Gu family with burning eyes.
Although it was delivered to his door, Shopkeeper Luo did not refuse and put forward his request in detail.
He was still thinking about the house in Hongye Lane, and said, "Although Hongye Lane is remote, it is close to where I live. Can you help me see if there are any similar houses there?"
Li, the broker, listened to the description of the shopkeeper Luo and asked, "Is the broker in front of you surnamed Wang? Was there a big locust tree in the courtyard of the house we looked at earlier?"
Shopkeeper Luo nodded.
Li Yaren said, "It's a good thing you didn't buy that house."
Shopkeeper Luo was shocked: "Is that house really inappropriate?"
Li Yaren sighed and said, "That's a famous haunted house in Hongye Lane. Three consecutive buyers died after living there. Wang Yaren bought it at a low price because he wanted to save money, but he didn't dare to live there himself. He wanted to make a profit by selling it."
After hearing this, all the Gu family members gasped, and Manager Luo was so angry that he could kill a fly with his frown.
"Fortunately, fortunately, the house that our good baby doesn't like is indeed wrong." Liu Xiaoru murmured softly.
Shopkeeper Luo nodded vigorously. He was a businessman, and a very superstitious one at that. He didn't know that Niu Niu was special. He just thought that the child was smart and that was why she didn't like the house.
Li Yaren added, "There are many houses for sale in Hongye Lane. You want to open a workshop. Wang Yaren shouldn't have led you here. There are no suitable houses here."
After hearing this, Shopkeeper Luo understood Wang Ya's intention, which was to force the Gu family to buy the house in Hongye Lane.
Just at this moment, the noodles ordered by Manager Luo were served.
Noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork.
After just one bite, everyone's eyes lit up.
They haven't left the winding alley yet, and they didn't expect that this place actually hides delicious food. The pickles are crispy and the noodles are chewy, which shows some real kung fu skills.
"Father-in-law, do you make all the noodles in your house, from pickles to rolled noodles, by yourself?" asked Shopkeeper Luo.
After hearing this, Old Liu agreed with a smile and said, "I rolled the noodles myself, but my wife made the pickles."
Shopkeeper Luo nodded and asked again: "How much do you make in a day? Can you sell it all?"
Old Liu held out his palm and said with a little pride: "Don't underestimate me because this is a small business, but my noodle stall has many regular customers. My wife and I open the stall every morning, noon and night, and we can sell more than 200 bowls of noodles a day."
A bowl of noodles costs five cents, and two hundred bowls is one tael of silver.
But noodles have costs. Shopkeeper Luo made a rough calculation and found that they contain meat, oil, pickles, and good flour. Adding the loss of charcoal, the cost of a bowl might be four cents. The profit of a bowl is unlikely to exceed one cent, so it is a business of small profits but quick turnover.
At the end of the day, he could earn at most two cents of silver, not counting bad weather such as rain or snow when he couldn't set up the stall. The money he could earn in a month would not exceed six taels of silver.
Even so, it is enough for ordinary people to support their families.
"Father-in-law, after a while, I plan to open a restaurant in the capital. I will give you ten taels of silver every month. Would you like to come to my restaurant to cook noodles?" asked Manager Luo.
Old Liu's noodles are indeed delicious, but there are some skills that his sons just can't learn, no matter how hard he tries to teach them. If they were able to help with the stall, Old Liu wouldn't have to continue working so hard at the stall at such an old age.
At this time, he listened to the solicitation of Shopkeeper Luo, and his old face was blank for a moment, but he quickly said: "Sir, are you kidding me? I am old and can only cook noodles. I can't stand your jokes."
Manager Luo didn't care about his idea. Many of the chefs he recruited in his restaurant used this method.
"If you are willing, I can give you five taels of silver as a betrothal gift first, and then I will come to pick you up after I have arranged the restaurant matters. Is that okay with you?"
When Old Liu saw the five taels of silver the other party took out, all the doubts in his heart were immediately swept away. He knew that he had really met a good customer.
Who would be willing to work in a restaurant in the rain and wind to set up a stall when one can work steadily in the restaurant? Not only is the restaurant stable and respectable, but one can also earn more money. If his children can learn the skills, they can continue to set up a stall in the future.
The customer groups of restaurants and street vendors are different, so for Lao Liu, this is a business that is sure to make a profit.
"Boss! From now on you are my boss, Old Liu! I'll treat you today!" Old Liu took the five taels of silver and became generous.
Cheng Xianggong immediately said: "Then I'll have another bowl!"
A trace of pain flashed across Old Liu's face, but he still served another bowl of noodles to Mr. Cheng.
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