After learning that the county magistrate enjoyed listening to Song Jiao play the pipa, the manager of Shuangxi Restaurant tried more than once to poach Song Jiao with a high price.
Song Jiao is not someone who would abandon principles for personal gain; moreover, she is not a free person.
Rejected by Song Jiao, Manager Gao was furious. He hadn't expected that Xingyue Tower could make such progress in just a few days.
His previous malicious attempts had all failed, and he was extremely anxious.
Even if business is bad, how can he explain it to his employer?
Qiu Yan had been keeping an eye on Shuangxi Tower. Besides trying to poach Song Jiao, they had also framed Xingyue Tower several times.
For example, someone was sent over saying they had an upset stomach, but Qiu Yan saw through the ruse and found out that they had taken laxatives.
He claimed that the food at Xingyuelou was poisoned, and lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Qiu Yan scared him so much that he came back to life after just a few words.
These were all shady matters, and Qiu Yan sent all the troublemakers to the county government.
It would be difficult for the county magistrate not to know Qiu Yan.
Before long, the first batch of food boxes was ready, and a lot of promotional content had been copied.
Xingyuelou began advertising its food delivery service.
Every customer who entered Xingyuelou was given a flyer before leaving. The diners inevitably asked about it, and Qiu Yan and the others explained it to them carefully.
In addition, Qiu Yan also called over several workers from Xingyuelou, gave each of them some flyers, and assigned them to distribute them to passersby on various streets.
They were all workers at Xingyuelou, and they worked very hard. Before long, they had paid out all the money.
From then on, news of Xingyuelou's food delivery service spread throughout the streets and alleys.
There are three delivery methods: First, send a relative, family member, or staff member to the restaurant to announce the menu. Second, make a reservation in advance at a fixed time and place. Third, group purchases are available for restaurants and other crowded places; at mealtimes, Xingyuelou staff will come to count the number of people and the amount of food.
In this way, ordinary families can also enjoy the same treatment as wealthy families.
The system needs to be gradually improved.
The first customer for the food delivery was Jiang Liu. Qiu Yan, along with her assistant and Zhou Zifang, drove a carriage bearing the Xingyuelou logo to the Tang residence to deliver food to Jiang Liu.
Things weren't going smoothly between Jiang Liu and Tang Yi.
"Sister Jiang, here are the dishes you ordered. Eat them while they're hot."
As Qiu Yan spoke, she took the dishes out of the food box.
"Qiu Yan, you have such a bright mind... I went to Huaiyuan and visited all the famous clothing shops there. In addition to bringing back some clothing designs, I also brought back two embroiderers. The opening date is set for January."
During this time, she had to fill the shop with ready-made clothes.
"Okay, I'll definitely come then."
Qiu Yan and her group had just left the Tang residence when, as they passed by shops, a pawnshop owner called out to her.
"Miss, how will you deliver this meal?"
"Three meals a day, on call. You can send someone to Xingyue Tower to order, or you can order on the spot. Our special carriage will arrive before mealtimes, and delivery is free within the neighborhood."
As Qiu Yan spoke, she handed the man a recipe.
The pawnshop owner glanced at the items, thought they were convenient, and casually ordered two side dishes. "Delivered tonight."
Zhou Zifang took out a small notebook and carefully recorded the names of the dishes, addresses, and delivery times.
"Okay, I'll definitely deliver it tonight."
At first, a few people, mostly shop owners, ordered some side dishes out of curiosity.
Soon, the workers also started ordering food. A stir-fry dish plus a steamed bun was a meal. They could afford to eat at Xingyuelou once in a while.
Gradually, the gentlemen, ladies, young ladies, and gentlemen of the grand mansions also became regular customers of Xingyue Tower.
Many of them followed suit after seeing the county magistrate's wife start serving meals.
A month later, Xingyuelou had a few more delivery carriages.
Every night after work, Zhou Zifang would count the beads on his abacus, watching his daily income gradually increase from a few dozen taels to over a hundred taels. He felt himself getting a little carried away.
Qiu Yan is busy, both mentally and physically.
With more money in her pocket, she paid off a month's installment and then planned to take Gu Xiaoran to find a matchmaker so that Gu Xiaoran could pick out a girl she liked.
On their way, they passed by the Renai Church.
"Please, please save my daughter..."
"Please..."
The two cries attracted many passersby.
Gu Xiaoran: "Mommy, why are those two people crying?"
Qiu Yan: "You brat, who gave you permission to call me 'Mom'?"
She looked up and saw three ragged beggars, seemingly a family of three, standing at the entrance of Renai Hall.
Their faces were sallow and they were emaciated.
A young woman sat on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, clutching her ankle in anguish.
Her feet hurt whenever she moved them.
The couple beside him, covered in wounds, were kneeling and prostrating themselves at the entrance of Renaitang, begging the doctor there to save their daughter.
The pharmacy clerk sighed, "Didn't I tell you to go ask at the clinic? Hurry up and leave, don't interfere with our business."
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Hu, left last month, and a mediocre doctor came to their place; his medical skills are poor.
The waiter repeated these words more than once, but he still couldn't get rid of these three people.
Because these three people came from the clinic, and clinics aren't charities; they won't treat patients if you don't have money.
The newly arrived doctor coughed loudly, feigning an air of superiority.
“It’s not that I’m unwilling to save your daughter, but your daughter’s leg is broken.”
Even if I use the finest medicine, she won't get better. Besides, such top-quality medicine is quite expensive; can you afford it?
Upon hearing that her leg was broken, the girl burst into tears.
The doctor scoffed, "There's really no hope. Even if a god appeared in the world, he couldn't save her!"
The couple beside him listened to the doctor's words and wept with heartache. "It's impossible, how could there be no hope?"
"They're so pitiful." Gu Xiaoran blinked her big eyes and ran ahead with her short legs, touching the girl's ankle.
"It hurts, don't move..." the girl pulled her leg away.
Gu Xiaoran: "It's not broken."
Qiu Yan followed closely behind, "Xiao Ran, how come you're so fast?"
Gu Xiaoran: "Let's save her."
The waiter recognized Qiu Yan and greeted her with a nod as soon as he came in, "Miss Qiu, are you here to sell herbs again?"
Qiu Yan shook her head, "I just happened to be passing by."
She crouched down. "Girl, what happened to your foot?"
Before the girl could reply, her mother spoke first, "My daughter was chased while begging, and she wasn't watching where she was going. She twisted her ankle and was then beaten by those people. She can't walk at all." She was really afraid that her daughter's foot had been broken by those people.
Qiu Yan looked at the quack doctor and said, "It's just a twisted ankle, how could it be broken?"
"Young lady!" The doctor sneered, coughed lightly, and said, "Don't think you can boss me around just because you know a little about herbs. If her leg wasn't broken, how could she not stand up?"
Qiu Yan looked at the doctor again, her eyes filled with disdain.
The waiter was a little embarrassed. This doctor was a relative of their shopkeeper and had come through connections, so what could he say?
Qiu Yan lifted the girl's trouser leg, revealing her dark blue and purplish ankle.
Hearing that Qiu Yan knew about herbs, and seeing Qiu Yan's actions, the woman guessed that she must be a healer and began to plead for help.
"Girl, please, please save our daughter."
Men are the same; they are at their wits' end and have no other choice.
Qiu Yan waved to the two of them, signaling them to be quiet.
She reached out and touched the girl's ankle. "Girl, please bear with it."
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