Chapter 376 Small Profits but Quick Reduction
When Shen Xiucai and the others came back, Cheng Lesheng went to find them.
“Grandpa Shen, is the accounting method currently taught in the private school the one Wen Zhenyi is using now?”
Shen Xiucai thought something big had happened: "Yes, what happened?"
"Are there any students who can graduate now?"
"This private school has only been open for a year. How can we expect students to graduate? They can't even recognize all the characters."
Master Cheng looked at his son in confusion: "Why do you ask this?"
"I just want someone to sort out the books for my family business."
Shen Xiucai thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you ask your current accountant to come and learn from you? They can get the hang of it faster."
"Okay, I'll go back and make some arrangements so they can come and study for a while."
Wen Zhenyi has not been idle since he came back. He started writing recipes for shops, including the herbal tea shop, breakfast shop, braised meat shop, etc.
The simplest one is the one from the braised meat shop, and it is also the easiest to learn.
The remaining shops are not so easy to learn and they all take a lot of time, especially shops like restaurants.
During this period, Zhu Tao also started to make other things under the guidance of Wen Zhenyi. Now she knows the recipes for herbal tea and breakfast shops, and she has no problem teaching others.
As for how to braise meat, you can teach it to Aunt Qin.
When Cheng Lesheng saw the various store recipes in front of her, the corners of her mouth twitched. This was not a franchise store at all, it was a food library.
He picked up one at random and checked the contents. There was only the name and cooking method, nothing else.
Even so, each book is very thick.
"so much?"
Wen Zhenyi looked up at the book he was holding: "This is only part of it."
"What? Only part of it."
"Well, there are quite a few there." He pointed to the booklets on the table beside him.
Cheng Lesheng's mouth twitched: "Who can learn this in a short time?"
"Who told you to learn them all? If you can learn a few signature dishes, you're lucky. If you can add a new one every month, you're already impressive."
Cheng Lesheng looked at her: "You know all these."
"Yes, but I don't know how to teach others."
Cheng Lesheng even suspected that she was no longer human. No wonder she never had any repeated dishes when she went to a restaurant to prepare a banquet.
She can make many different kinds of cabbage for you.
Wen Zhenyi thought of something: "Master Cheng, are there many people in the state capital?"
"Of course there are more people, more traffic, and the docks have the most boats. Why are you asking this? Are you going to open a shop?"
"I'm not going to open a shop, but you can."
"I'm planning to open a restaurant."
"What kind of restaurant are you planning to open?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean, is it affordable, or high-end, or both?"
"What's the difference?"
"Of course there is a difference. The ingredients used by the masses are more common and cheaper, and the chef's skills are not very high. If the chef's skills are high, the ingredients will be correspondingly higher, so naturally the charging standards will be different."
"I haven't thought about that. Do you think that one is better?"
"Then let me give you an analogy. Do you think there are more common people or more wealthy people?"
"Of course there are more people."
"Then let me ask you another question. Are there many people who can afford to eat at the restaurant?"
"Not much." Cheng Lesheng was a little confused: "Then what do you mean?"
"I'll give you a new model, do you dare to try it?"
“You’ll lose money.”
"It's hard to say."
Cheng Lesheng flicked the fan in his hand and smiled like a fox: "How about Miss Wen become a shareholder?"
"There's no problem with buying shares. You just want to reduce your losses."
"Now you have a lot of money but nowhere to spend it."
"Who told you there's no place to use it?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Build a road."
Cheng Lesheng's mouth twitched: "Your goal is quite ambitious."
"Back to business, where is your new store located?"
"At the pier, that's where the most people come and go."
"You have good taste."
"Why do I feel so bad when you say this?"
"Getting back to the point, I mean running a fast food restaurant."
"What the hell?" Cheng Lesheng was confused.
"We can make a lot of dishes, and customers can buy what they want according to their needs."
"I don't quite understand."
"For example, if you go to a restaurant alone and order two dishes, that's the most you can get. You might not be able to finish them, but the price is definitely not cheap."
"That seems to be the case."
"Let me give you another example. If you have a lot of food you want to eat, but you can't finish it all by yourself, wouldn't that be a pity?"
“Yes, I always feel regretful.”
"So now my shop can solve this problem very well. It can also solve the problem of a group of people eating together and each having their own food."
"How to solve it?"
Wen Zhenyi drew a food truck on paper with a brush. Since she couldn't draw anything decent, she simply marked the dishes and prices on the plates with words.
"Look, do you understand?"
Cheng Lesheng picked up the blueprint she had drawn and began to look at it. He understood some of it, but also some of it was not quite clear.
Wen Zhen saw that he only had a vague idea of what was going on, so she explained to her, "This is a dining cart. The plates on it are the food we made."
"I understand this."
"Then you come to buy food. Do you see anything you like?"
Cheng Lesheng pointed out three things to her: "These are the ones."
Wen Zhenyi took something from the side, pretending it was a spoon, and took an empty teacup as a bowl. He scooped a spoonful of the food he ordered and handed it to him: "Calculate the unit price above."
Cheng Lesheng saw a price under each recipe. He calculated that a vegetable cost one cent, a meat dish cost three cents, and a bowl of rice cost one cent. If it was not enough, he could pay more.
All in all, this meal only cost five cents, and you could eat the dishes you wanted. At the price of two catties of vegetables for one cent, that's enough to make ten spoonfuls of food, so after deducting the cost, you'd still make some money.
"Interesting."
"I just wrote down the price casually. You have to calculate the final price yourself. But the main goal is to make small profits but sell in large quantities. The more people flow into the place, the better the business will be."
"Let me think about it. I think this method can work." Cheng Lesheng started thinking with her paper in hand.
In this way, the store does not need too much decoration, and as long as the chef's skills are good, the business can be done.
You can sell breakfast, lunch and dinner in one day. The profit from three meals may seem small, but if there are many people, the daily profit is no joke.
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