I was skeptical when the waiter from Anshui County boasted about how magnificent Fengjing Youranju was and how it could accommodate thousands of people to eat at the same time.
Now they saw it with their own eyes and realized that there really were such enormous buildings, such luxurious restaurants, and such elegant places in the world.
The claim that it could accommodate over a thousand people was an understatement; Jiang Sheng felt that it could squeeze in enough to fit everyone from Shilipu Village.
Not to mention that this restaurant has three floors.
In Anshui County, most people only build one-story houses. A few two-story buildings are restaurants and brothels. There are no three-story houses at all.
Jiang Sheng had never built a house before, but she had heard the older men who built houses say that the more floors there were, the harder it was to build.
Two floors are already difficult, and three floors are simply daunting.
Jiang Sheng looked up at the enormous building, Youranju, her eyes filled with wonder.
Zheng Ruqian was also curious, but he knew even more the importance of not showing his ignorance.
Although his clothes cost only a few dozen coins a set and his family had only three hundred taels of silver, Zheng Ruqian walked with his head held high, exuding the air of someone carrying a fortune.
The waiter in charge of reception frowned and looked them over.
Youranju is positioned as a high-end restaurant in a city, and its guests are all wealthy and influential, either having status or wealth in the city, or both.
These people are usually dressed in expensive robes, walk with a confident stride, and can easily toss out ten taels of silver as a reward, making them very easy to identify.
But this is Fengjing.
This place is right under the emperor's nose, where more than half of the dynasty's wealth is concentrated, and it has also produced many strange and unusual guests.
They may dress plainly, even in rags, but they are either rich or noble.
They might be glittering from head to toe, but in reality, they wouldn't have a penny to their name.
Having learned from past mistakes, the waiter at Youranju was momentarily unsure of Zheng Ruqian's true identity.
After hesitating for a while, he stepped forward and asked in a soft voice, "This young master looks unfamiliar. Can I make a reservation at Youranju? Is it the second floor or the third floor?"
There's actually a hole dug here.
The reason why Fengjing Youranju has two floors and three floors is to distinguish different types of guests.
For example, ordinary diners go to the lobby on the first floor, those with a bit more status go to the private rooms on the second floor, and extremely distinguished guests usually have a reserved room on the third floor, which they won't let others use even if it's empty.
The waiter stared intently at him, and Zheng Ruqian hesitated for a moment.
Is it the second floor or the third floor, or to be honest, is he just here to sell things?
Zheng Ruqian had a premonition that if he told the truth, he would definitely be kicked out.
However, lying will only create hidden dangers for future cooperation.
"I'm here to see your manager." After some hesitation, he finally told half the truth.
The waiter was slightly taken aback. "Our manager... what do you want with our manager?"
Selling goods.
But I can't tell you.
Zheng Ruqian's lips twitched slightly, his brain racing as he searched for the right answer.
Having had enough of the novelty, Jiang Sheng raised her head and said crisply, "I can only say this when I see the shopkeeper."
The waiter frowned, knowing that the two kids were probably holding back something.
He waved his hand, about to order someone to kick them out, when his gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Sheng's eyebrows and eyes, and he was stunned again.
Speaking of which, Jiang Sheng has changed a lot in the past few years.
At first, she was a skinny little monkey whose gender was hard to tell. Her wrists were so thin they could break at any moment. She was short and had very little flesh on her body.
After she gradually got enough to eat, she started to grow taller, becoming taller than both Wen Zhiyun and Chang Yan.
Later, her face became rounder and her eyebrows and eyes gradually developed, showing the beginnings of a beauty.
But the waiter wasn't looking at her beauty; rather, he noticed the shape of her eyebrows and eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to the mistress of the master's household whom he had occasionally seen.
Could it be that the owner has contacted a distant relative to deliberately test Youranju?
The waiter was shocked by this idea. He dared not rudely chase them away anymore. Instead, he bowed and scraped and said, "Young master and young lady, please have a seat. I will go and call the manager right away."
Zheng Ruqian was taken aback, unsure of what had gone wrong, and his expression became increasingly wary.
Only Jiang Sheng, thinking she had met a good person, smiled with her eyes crinkling.
This smile made her even more similar to the lady of the house.
The waiter didn't dare hesitate. He wished he could grow wings and rushed to room number one on the second floor as fast as he could. He found the manager who was checking accounts and said, "Manager, manager, someone is looking for us outside."
Being able to become a manager in Fengjing means he must be the most trusted confidant of the Jiang family, a shrewd and cunning person among shrewd individuals.
He glanced at the panting waiter, and without any hesitation, pushed aside the ledger and abacus, and followed him downstairs without stopping.
His eyes widened when he saw Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian.
"This is the distinguished guest you mentioned?" The head manager asked, though puzzled, he remained polite.
The waiter nodded and bowed, "Yes, boss, this young lady said she has something important to discuss with you, and she can only tell you this."
The head manager, "..."
Fortunately, there aren't many people like this, otherwise he would spend all his time entertaining "distinguished guests" instead of doing anything else.
As the manager of a large restaurant, he had no time to entertain children, nor was he bothered to punish the waiter for such a trivial matter. He simply waved his hand and said, "Don't call me so easily next time."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Zheng Ruqian became anxious.
He had finally met the manager of Youranju, and the opportunity was right in front of him; if he didn't seize it, it would slip away.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The thirteen-year-old boy pushed aside his sister, picked up the bundle behind him with one hand, and pulled out a fragrant sausage with the other. He held it up in front of the head manager and said quickly and concisely, "I can increase the number of guests at You Ran Ju by 50%. Does the head manager believe me?"
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