Chapter 115
The students were dazzled by the sight of a street full of malatang.
Cheng Yu and Jian Li made a gesture of four: "Four new stores have been opened."
What should Jane Li's mother do?
Wang Mengmei is not afraid. Even if the customer flow is reduced by half, she will still sell her spicy and sour noodles.
"When it comes to doing business, everyone does it the same way. What matters is not who does better business at a certain time, but who stays there longer."
She doesn't have to pay rent, and she has a small restaurant on the second floor, so she doesn't have to compete in price with her competitors.
Wang Mengmei felt that with such a large market, her family could not handle all the business, so she did not focus on her peers.
But her colleagues stared at her.
Two of them even went to Wang Mengmei's store to solicit customers.
"Classmate, in our restaurant, you get one bowl for free if you buy one."
"They also give you free cookies. Come and try them. They taste much better than hers!"
"Let me tell you...the things used in this house..."
Wang Mengmei is not a dough ball. It is one thing for her not to argue with the other party, but she cannot tolerate these people treating her as air and stepping on her face.
So, when Jian Feng came to the store, he saw Wang Mengmei arguing with someone while waving a big spoon.
Jian Feng originally wanted to help, but he couldn't get a word in, so he just stood behind his wife and acted as a background. If anyone showed signs of taking action, he would look away coldly.
After a few rounds, the two families were driven away.
Wang Mengmei seemed to have won a battle: "Fight with me!"
Jian Feng quickly made room for his wife.
Wang Mengmei: "It's only a few o'clock, what are you doing here?"
The students got out of school at about six in the afternoon.
Jian Feng: "Boss Kong is back. I came to see you when I was not busy."
The couple, together with the part-time college students who came to help, got through the meal.
Wang Mengmei made a bowl of spicy hot pot for Jian Feng and added two extra packets of instant noodles.
"Tell me, is there something wrong with the grocery store?"
Normally, even if there is no work in the store, Jian Feng will stay in the store.
Jian Feng ate a few mouthfuls of noodles and said, "Boss Kong brought back an accountant."
She was an accountant, but the woman was almost clinging to Kong Guorong, wearing heavy makeup and with her skirt pulled up to her legs. When he walked past her, the pungent smell of cheap perfume was so strong that it hurt his eyes.
Kong Guorong put the person in the store and left. When the woman came, she said she wanted to check the bill.
But when the account book was taken out, she couldn't even understand it, and in the end she could only find faults with the invoices and receipts that were handed over.
One moment he kept asking if I had receipts for lunch expenses, the next moment he started yelling why I had to stay overnight when I could be back the same day, and the next moment he pointed at the damage in the store and said someone was playing tricks...
There were eight employees in the grain and oil store, including the driver, and she criticized each of them from beginning to end.
Jian Feng didn't bother to go out to deliver the goods the whole day today. He just stayed in the store listening to the other party making trouble.
Jian Feng felt unhappy.
He thought he had done a good enough job. Ever since Kong Guorong got into trouble last year, he had been in charge of everything in the store. He had a clear conscience about shipping and arranging employees' work.
At the end of last year, when he went to give gifts, someone asked him meaningfully if he was willing to start his own business. The other party said that he would pay, and Jian Feng would also pay 100,000 or 80,000 yuan to take a share.
"I've always wanted to do this, but I just can't find a job. I want to find someone to do it, but I can't count on my wife and relatives at home. I think you can do it, brother. If we become partners, we will definitely be able to make it happen."
He had observed Jian Feng for a long time and felt that Jian Feng was a real person. Even though his boss was in jail, he was not greedy and took care of everything for his boss. He asked around and learned that Kong Guorong only paid this man 1,000 or 2,000 yuan a month. Although this salary was not low nowadays, compared to Jian Feng's ability, this money was really worth it.
Jian Feng can do the work of three people. Most importantly, although he is a man of few words, he knows how to read people's expressions.
Jian Feng smiled bitterly and asked the other party: "Do you think I am someone who can spend hundreds of thousands of dollars? Forget it."
This kind of partnership business is the most difficult to do, Jian Feng knows it very well. In addition, the other party's status is higher than his own, and he is actually working for others while he is paying and working. If nothing goes wrong, it's fine, but if something goes wrong, he will be the most unlucky one.
What Jian Feng didn't say was that there were actually more than one person who wanted to partner with him in business during this period.
But Jian Feng refused.
When these people asked him about this, they were also planning to dig into Kong Guorong's corner. Needless to say, when the time came to start a new business, the first thing they would do was to ask Jian Feng to dig into Kong Guorong's clients.
Jian Feng couldn't do such a thing.
But today, Jian Feng was criticized from head to toe by the woman brought by Kong Guorong, and he felt very angry.
When he came out of the store, the employees surrounded him, all of them filled with indignation.
"Brother Jian, what do you think she means? Is she trying to chase us away?"
"It's really interesting to ask someone who can't even read the account book to manage the accounts. It was never like this when Sister Hui was here!"
"I'm done with it! You can't step on someone's face like that! I'm out driving all day and night, and I only had a five-dollar lunch, and look at her reaction! She even said that from now on I can only pay one dollar per lunch! Fuck her!"
"Sister Hui used to only ask if what we ate was suitable, and if not, she would order more!"
"Boss Kong is crazy. Where did he get a pheasant and treat it as a treasure?"
"Brother Jian..."
The employees became more and more excited as they talked, and they all asked Jian Feng to ask Kong Guorong what he meant.
If you want to fire someone, you don't have to take such a detour, just say it directly!
If you don't want to fire him, get rid of his woman!
When Jian Feng was in charge, everything went smoothly and the store made money every month. What did Kong Guorong want to do by giving up such a good business?
Everyone has high hopes for Jian Feng, and he himself has a lot of questions to ask Kong Guorong.
But when I called after get off work, the person who answered the phone was still the "accountant".
"Xiao Jian, you called Lao Kong after work?"
"Be careful next time. Don't you think that making a phone call at this time won't affect others?"
Then he hung up the phone.
Jian Feng picked up the last piece of noodles with his chopsticks and couldn't eat any more.
"Wife, if I quit my job..."
What else can he do after quitting his job?
Someone introduced him to the job of a truck driver. It's not that Jian Feng couldn't bear the hardship, but a truck driver is away from home all year round and would be away for several days at a time. He couldn't bear to leave home.
Xiao Shi and Xiao Meng asked him to set up a stall, and now Xiao Shi and Xiao Meng are running around setting up stalls. They buy small toys and clothes from the wholesale market in Taocheng, and they can sell them all in a dozen days, making more than a hundred yuan a day.
Jian Feng didn't want to go either.
It’s not that he looked down on small businesses, but he felt that he did not have Wang Mengmei’s talent for attracting customers, and setting up a stall business also required running around.
Jian Feng lowered his head in frustration, feeling as if he was facing being fired from his job at the cotton textile factory again.
Wang Mengmei: “That’s it?”
Jian Feng raised his chin. Isn't this serious enough?
Wang Mengmei sneered: "It's not a big deal. If you don't want to do it, just quit. If you can't find a job, just look for one. You have enough food and drink at home, so why do you feel like the sky has fallen? If it really doesn't work out, just work with me, and I'll treat it as another apprentice."
The soup in the pot was boiling, and Wang Mengmei got up to turn off the fire.
"Think about our life two years ago. There's nothing wrong with our life now. Even if you can't find a job, that's fine. I'll support you."
Wang Mengmei spoke briskly, but Jian Feng's eyes turned red.
He would not expect his wife to support him, but when his wife said this, the depression and loss in his heart disappeared.
Yes, the worst that could happen is that they can just come back and look for one slowly. Their home is much better now than before, with a house and a two-story store, which is enough for them to have time to hesitate before making any choice.
"I'm done eating. I'm going to look for Xiaoshi and the others."
Kong Guorong becomes increasingly unreliable, and Jian Feng plans to prepare for a rainy day.
Without thinking about long-term plans, he first consulted with Xiao Shi and Xiao Meng to see if there was anything he could do to make money quickly.
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The Malatang restaurants on Changqing Street were in business for a month, and the first one that couldn't hold on anymore ran away.
After trying many different restaurants, the students all agreed that Wang Mengmei's restaurant was the best. So after a brief downturn in Wang Mengmei's business, customers returned to Changqing Restaurant.
Although the business of several other stores is also OK, it doesn't make sense when you calculate it.
For a store in such a location, it won’t lose money if it sells other food, and it may even make more money.
Especially after those few houses were demolished, dozens of workers came to the hospital construction site.
There are about 100 to 200 workers who eat lunch every day.
Two of the four Malatang restaurants quickly changed their product categories, following Wang Mengmei's example and making a pot of stewed vegetables and then stir-frying a few other dishes to go with the noodles.
Another one went bankrupt and left the market without even lasting a month.
The last remaining restaurant had a taste most similar to Wang Mengmei's, so it survived. Then it added a sausage grill and baked pancakes, and its business became prosperous.
Wang Mengmei did nothing but endure for a month, and the crisis no longer existed.
This made her more determined in her idea that making her own products well and making them taste good is the bottom line.
So when the temperature gradually warmed up, a freezer truck loaded with ice cream was placed in a corner of the store.
On the front of the white flip-top freezer, there were a few large characters taped to the door with red tape.
"Snowy yogurt".
There are also optional small ingredients attached with red adhesive tape below.
"Red beans", "dried grapes", "crushed peanuts", "sesame seeds", and "hawthorn slices".
There is a row of small grids on top of the freezer, filled with various items pasted on.
Wang Mengmei first served some snow yogurt to Jian Li’s friends who came to patronize the restaurant.
"Come, try it."
Cheng Yu scooped it up with a small plastic spoon and took a bite of the milky-flavored ice cream mixed with various ingredients.
"Mmm! Delicious!"
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