Canada, student dormitory.
The two brothers Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai have been in some trouble recently.
They had no choice but to go to Qin Jing'an for advice.
"You mean to say that a customer found a hair in your food and refused to pay and demanded compensation?"
After listening to their narration, An An summarized it and came to a conclusion the next second:
"No matter what he means, just compensate him."
"ah?"
Feng Yuan was the first to disagree:
"We both followed grandma's instructions. Everyone in the kitchen wore a chef's hat, so there was absolutely no hair loss."
"Besides, we both have no hair at all!"
He took off the hat from his head.
Only then did An An realize that Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai both had shaved their heads.
The two tall and strong men standing together looked like a group of gangsters.
Qin Jingan was so happy that he spat out the water he had just drunk.
Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai avoided him with disgust.
He was busy wiping the table and giving a thumbs up.
"You guys are strong!"
"You know how hot the kitchen is, and there's smoke all day long. If you don't wash your hair for a day, you can use it to cook."
Feng Shuai muttered, "So we discussed it and decided to just shave it all off."
The two of them are the head chefs, and the rest of the helpers are responsible for the preparation work.
What's more, they also looked at the hair, which was curled and a bit hard, and it was not hair at all.
It seems more like...
The two were too embarrassed to speak, but Qin Jing'an guessed it.
Their kitchen is staffed entirely by Chinese people, so there shouldn't be such disgusting behavior.
An An understood what he meant, "You mean, someone is deliberately causing trouble."
Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai nodded.
And they have someone to suspect.
It’s Xunweifang, which opened recently. They say it’s a chain from the United States.
This restaurant has been widely advertised since its launch. As colleagues, Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai have tried the dishes there.
It can't be said to be unpalatable, it just tastes mediocre.
But the publicity was excellent.
There are many set meals for students, where you can enjoy the taste of Country Z at only 20% off the local food prices.
When dealing with foreigners, the approach is different: delicious snacks and high tips.
The main idea is to eat all over Country Z without leaving Canada.
The two restaurants are not in the same industry at all.
Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai specialize in Sichuan cuisine, adding some Hunan and Jiangxi flavors.
Every time they fry chili peppers, the whole street is filled with fragrance.
Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai adhered to the principle of keeping out of other people's business and never went there again after eating there once.
Unexpectedly, the other party also came.
Huitou Xunweifang has also released many similar recipes.
But there are some small changes, such as the Kung Pao Chicken is no longer spicy, but more sweet, or the pepper fried pork is replaced with bell peppers...
In short, foreigners who are not good at eating chili peppers can accept this flavor more.
"We understand that it's important to adapt to local conditions. My grandmother also recommended that we try to improve it before, but we still want to make something authentic."
"But the price tags are so unfair. They match our prices by only a dollar or two less."
Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai cannot afford a price war.
They originally opened a small workshop for their classmates.
Now that we have finally become big, how can we bully our customers because of our size?
The prices are basically transparent, and the profit is just the transportation cost and processing fee of the ingredients.
Qin Jing'an pursed his lips and frowned slightly.
The way he was thinking was exactly the same as Qin Zhiheng's.
"Then wait until I go meet them. Are the people who caused the trouble still in contact?"
"Of course not." Feng Yuan sighed, "That guy comes every day when the store opens and leaves at night. He doesn't go anywhere but sits at the door. Whenever he comes, he starts talking about things. We've been closed for several days."
Canadians are very concerned about food hygiene, and having hair in food is a heinous crime.
This is no longer a question of compensation. If it is not resolved, Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai’s business will be over.
Qin Jing'an didn't expect that his first step in realizing his journalistic goals would be to conduct an undercover investigation.
As soon as Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai left, he made an overseas call.
"Tao Nianlun, I'm Qin Jing'an, and I need your help with something."
Tao Nianlun was called out of the laboratory. When he heard An An's voice, he smiled and said, "It's so urgent. It looks like it's a big deal."
"It's not a big deal, just a reminder for you to eat."
Qin Jing'an told Tao Nianlun to find time to go to Chinatown.
Facing his future brother-in-law, Tao Nianlun dared not to do his best.
I responded that evening:
There is no shop called Xunweifang in Chinatown.
There is a bankrupt company with this name.
According to the surrounding shop owners, this store has grown from small to large, and has squeezed out many of its competitors by lowering prices, spreading rumors, and other behaviors.
And they specifically target their own people.
In the end, he was targeted by all the shops in Chinatown, and with the intervention of local gangs, he had no choice but to pack up his belongings and run away.
Qin Jing'an was dumbfounded.
Can this be called a chain store?
Wow, how far is Canada from the United States?
But those methods seem familiar.
It seems that they want to repeat the same routine and force Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai to close down.
Qin Jing'an slammed the table, packed up the recording equipment and rushed to Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai's store.
They struggled for a long time but couldn't come up with a good name, so they finally just called it Laoshancheng.
A man dressed as a homeless man was sleeping at the gate.
Qin Jing'an couldn't help but slap his forehead.
There are such people everywhere in Canada and the United States. Even experienced store owners will not let them in.
How can someone who relies solely on begging for money have money to eat in a restaurant?
Only Feng Yuan and Feng Shuai are kind-hearted.
I didn't expect that I was being plotted against.
Qin Jing'an moved his face, pretended to be ready to work, walked up and pushed the man.
"Dude." He squatted down mysteriously. "I heard you found hair in your food here? Did the boss tell you how much to pay?"
The other person turned his head but ignored him.
An An took out the camera from her arms.
"Don't worry, I'm a food reporter. No one's reading my recent posts. I figured I'd find a restaurant that's unhygienic. I'm sure someone would like to read it if I published it."
"Besides, since the matter has become a big deal, you might as well ask for more money."
"It's a win-win situation for both of us!"
Qin Jing'an acted out the role of an unscrupulous reporter vividly. Without waiting for the man to respond, he held the camera against the glass and started taking pictures.
He was still muttering:
"Could he have run away? Then why would I write this?"
"No, the two bosses came over a few days ago and wanted me to leave, but I refused."
The man finally spoke.
During the conversation, An An learned that the old homeless man's real name was Mai Miller. According to him, he almost swallowed the hair, but it got stuck in his throat and had to be removed.
"I still feel like vomiting when I think about it now."
"If they don't explain this matter clearly, I will definitely not leave."
He looked at Qin Jingan again tentatively, "How much can you ask them for this?"
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