Chapter 176: Putting the Pocket in the Bag
There was a lot of drinking at the table, but Yu Xian'er didn't drink a single drop of wine.
Apart from Zhou Anan who cooperated in a low-key manner, no one dared to toast her.
Zhou Anan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, still felt very safe.
The so-called party turned out to be shopping with Miss Yu and her best friend and roommate. After walking for an hour with six bags in her hands, Zhou Anan said that this party was too empty.
Miss Yu took time out of her busy schedule to help Zhou Anan, and she had no complaints at all.
"Xiao Anzi, what do you want?"
Standing in front of the Starbucks counter, Wang Xiaoxiao asked considerately.
“Hot caramel macchiato.”
Without hesitation, Zhou Anan said the dish she ordered most often in her previous life.
In her previous life, she spent no less than tens of thousands of dollars at Starbucks, and 80% of Zhou Anan's own share was spent on caramel macchiato.
I love drinking hot caramel macchiato in winter and iced caramel macchiato in summer.
After placing the bag in a space that had just been vacated, Zhou Anan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In Hangzhou, the price of more than 30 yuan per cup is not high for customers who come to this mall to shop, so there are quite a few people here.
“This business is pretty good.”
Drinking a cup of cappuccino, Yu Xianer looked around and sighed.
After taking control of the tea beverage industry, Yu Xianer would subconsciously think of his own business.
"It's a pity that I can't join, otherwise I would open one in my hometown of Lizhou."
Zhou Anan felt deeply about this.
I still remember the sensation it caused when Starbucks entered their county-level city of Lizhou in 2016. In the first two months, people lined up outside the door to buy coffee.
After that, its popularity has not diminished, and its annual turnover is almost the same as that of the flagship store in Hangzhou.
17 years later, in the tea industry in Lizhou, there are three types of tea drinks: Starbucks, Yidiandian, and other milk teas.
“The model of directly-operated stores also has limitations.”
As Yu Xianer had gotten involved in the tea beverage business through his family, he certainly had some research on Starbucks.
Direct operation and franchising have always been a difficult choice.
“The cost of expansion is too high, but once successful, the popularity will last the longest.”
After taking a sip of the same flavor of caramel macchiato, Zhou Anan, who knew the future trend well, said it incisively.
You know, in the future global economic crisis, all walks of life will be wailing.
Starbucks' steady progress is entirely due to its direct-operated store policy in China, which provides continuous blood transfusions to the headquarters and keeps its stock price rising instead of falling.
Even in the small county town of Lizhou, the annual turnover of a single store is at least over five million.
In the hottest year of its opening, it even reached tens of millions.
This was said by an insider from the Market Supervision Bureau whom Zhou Anan knew at a banquet. The data is true and valid.
"Can our Qinglan Milk Tea take this route?"
Frowning, Yu Xianer bit the straw and asked.
"Sister Xian'er, do you think the milk tea in our milk tea shop tastes better or the coffee here tastes better?"
Shaking the coffee in his hand, Zhou Anan asked with a smile.
"Our milk tea is pretty good after the first time I drank it. But in terms of taste, I still can't get tired of the Starbucks one."
After thinking about it, Yu Xianer gave a pertinent answer.
“So, we still have room for improvement.”
"Hey, that's enough, please consider the feelings of a homeless person like me."
Listening to the two people talking about increasingly irrelevant topics, Wang Xiaoxiao, who was listening bored, interjected.
"Okay, let the team members think about this matter. By the way, you are also a shareholder of Qinglan Tea, right?"
In response to her best friend's complaint, Yu Xianer smiled and changed the subject.
"Humph, I'm just a wage earner."
After drinking a cup of Starbucks, the two girls, who were fully revived, continued to start the next round of sweep.
At 10:30 in the evening, Zhou Anan looked at the two young ladies who shopped in the mall until closing time, and she felt very dissatisfied.
After such a long time, Zhou Anan, who had long since sobered up, once again played the role of driver and sent the two young ladies back to their residence.
As for himself, he took a taxi back to the hotel and then drove his own car to have some fun.
“There’s still not much nightlife.”
Standing at the door of the Little Forest Bar, Zhou Anan, who had nowhere to hang out, shook her head and laughed.
After all, he still wasn't used to those wild and boisterous discos.
Most bars nowadays are full of excitement, which is not very suitable for middle-aged people who have begun to prefer quietness.
For Zhou Anan, who now has a girlfriend, picking up girls is not something he wants to do. He is mainly afraid that they are not clean.
There's no way he can be that bad of a man.
Of course, there's nothing we can do about just playing around.
At six o'clock in the evening on June 20th, the training department's landline and Zhou Anan's cell phone kept ringing one after another and couldn't be stopped at all.
Several full-time teachers were so busy that they couldn't stop. They kept recording the scores reported by students' parents, comparing them with the new score lines, and telling them the shortlisted high schools.
Through the dean's relationship, Zhou Anan got the score lines of major high schools two hours in advance.
Zhou Anan consulted Xu Lu’s father immediately and got an accurate score.
689 points, while the passing score for Haizhou No. 1 Middle School was exactly 686 points. Xu Lu was perfectly shortlisted with a three-point advantage.
According to the agreement signed at the beginning, if Xu Lu was shortlisted for Lucheng No. 1 Middle School, 150,000 yuan of the 300,000 yuan prepaid would be refunded; if Xu Lu was shortlisted for Haizhou No. 1 Middle School, the 300,000 yuan prepaid by Xu Lu's father would all belong to Zhou Anan.
Now, the three hundred thousand yuan is safely in his pocket, and it was worth the effort he spent on preparing so many similar high school entrance examination mock papers.
"Teacher Zhou, thank you so much."
When Xu Lu's father heard that his daughter was admitted to Haizhou No. 1 Middle School, he was very grateful.
As for the 300,000 yuan paid in advance, I don’t care about it at all.
If Xu Lu's father had spent 500,000 yuan to send his daughter to Haizhou No. 1 Middle School based on her academic performance, he would not have hesitated.
"You're welcome. This is the result of Lulu's own hard work."
"By the way, Mr. Zhou, I have a friend whose child also wants to enroll in this agreement class. What do you think? Money is not a problem."
Xu Lu's father knew very well about his daughter's level, but she was able to get into Shanghai No. 1 Middle School after one year of tutoring. It was really a great honor for his family.
With such an awesome training institution, Xu Lu’s father naturally wanted to introduce his friend’s daughter to the institution for tutoring.
"Okay, ask your friend to bring the child over to our place to see him."
Zhou Anan was very happy to hear that another big business was coming.
The most important thing is that the reserved 150,000 yuan can be used, which is enough to buy three stores.
If the parent who introduced the business paid 300,000 yuan in advance, at least 150,000 yuan could be used, which would bring the company one step closer to buying a street.
Well, if the student has a poor foundation, then there is nothing we can do.
Just after hanging up the phone with Xu Lu's father, Zhou Anan's cell phone rang. She smiled and answered the call: "Hello, Xu Wei's mother."
(End of this chapter)
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