"Big brother, look, there are still a lot of people who go to Lao Yang's place to eat, and we don't have much business at noon. ”

Sitting across the road, Wu Ping had been paying attention to the situation on the Yang family's side.

At noon today, their business was indeed affected to a certain extent, but Wu Ping was not worried at all.

15 yuan per person, or Chinese food, no matter how you look at it, it is a loss-making business.

In order to compete for business with them, how long can the Yang family and his wife make this decision? The market will eventually return to rationality.

This is one of the few great truths he learned in the provincial capital.

"Hehe, if they want to die, let them go. ”

"If you sell more, you will lose more, how long can I see how long they can last?"

Liu Gang sat under the awning, shaking the pu fan, and waved his hand indifferently, "I think it won't be long before Lao Yang and his family will take the initiative to come to the door to sue for peace." ”

In fact, everyone is a neighbor, and many things are sometimes just a matter of saving face.

It doesn't matter who has to squeeze anyone to death, it's just a big town with a slap, and they don't look up and look down.

"You said that Lao Yang's temper is also very stinky, the two of you are so, wouldn't it be good to have a drink and talk about it?"

"Why do you want to get to this point today?"

Wu Ping also shook his head, believing that the Yang family restaurant was making the last struggle.

He has been in the provincial capital for many years, and it is not that he has not heard the idea of Chinese buffet.

However, most of them are in the middle and high-end customer groups, otherwise the profit point and service added value will not be reflected at all.

"Hmph, that old boy has had a bad temper since he was a child, and no one in this life can stop him except Xia Hui. ”

"This time I must let him fall big, otherwise I really don't know how many pounds and taels I have. ”

With Liu Gang's insight, where can he think of the terrible nature of this marketing model?

Pulling the fan behind his back, humming the recently popular "Nunchuck", Liu Gang returned to his store leisurely.

At this time, in the four-way restaurant, as the head chef, Yang Hanyou, suddenly found that he had nothing to do.

The dishes have already been fried by themselves, and they are left to the diners to choose by themselves.

I want to add vegetables, I'm sorry, I really didn't have it today, and the whole morning was spent on purchasing and frying big pot dishes.

He was only responsible for collecting money, and watched the waves of guests from sitting down to leaving, and it didn't take more than half an hour to fill up, and the empty table rate was extremely low.

Suddenly, I began to understand what the time cost in my son's mouth was.

"Old fellow, what are you doing in a daze?"

"The money has been collected, have you booked the accounts?"

The time was close to two o'clock, and after sending off the last guest, Xia Hui finally found time to come to Yang Hanyou to ask.

Today's noon is lively, and she is busy and busy, but the big stone hanging in her heart still hasn't been put down.

Is this business a profit or a loss?

"I must have remembered it, this is the money collected, this is the account book, you can use it yourself to calculate, anyway, I can't understand it. ”

Yang Hanyou was rarely stiff, took out a large number of colorful banknotes from the drawer, and handed them to his wife along with the account book.

"You didn't make a mistake, did you?

Looking at the large amount of RMB in her hand, Xia Hui directly ignored Yang Hanyou's tone and took the account book incredibly.

In the past, when the business of their restaurant was at its best, there were only about a dozen diners at noon every day, and although the profit was not low, the general consumption was only about thirty or forty yuan.

"Let's let your son help calculate how much we sold at noon today?"

Yang Hanyou licked his lips, it was impossible to calculate the account clearly with his cultural level, but it did not prevent him from starting to look forward to it.

"No, no. ”

"I'm good at settling accounts, and Aoko is there to help me watch it. ”

Xia Hui didn't think about it, and directly rejected her husband's proposal.

A woman who can figure out her own color clearly, and catch three families on the bar, gives full play to her mathematical talent at this moment.

"20 catties of pork belly, 10 catties of eggs, 6 catties of tomatoes, 5 catties of green peppers and red peppers, 4 catties of green onions, ginger and garlic, 8 catties of celery, a total of ......"

As his fingers kept pressing on the calculator, the light in Xia Hui's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Ten minutes later, I saw her slowly raise her head and look at her son and husband with a strange expression, "Our total income at noon today is 780 yuan. ”

"Excluding the cost of firewood, rice, oil, salt and grocery shopping, we made a net profit of 249 yuan and 6 ......"

Yang Qingshi nodded, the gross profit was around 32%, slightly lower than his initial estimate, but it was also within the affordable range.

And Lao Yang was completely dumbfounded, picked up his big tea jar, and poured most of it down, "I didn't hear it clearly just now, how much money did you say we made at noon?"

"249 blocks of 6, about 250 ......"

Xia Hui also felt that her brain was not enough, but this was the result of her repeated calculations several times, and she should not be wrong.

You must know that at that time, Xia Hui, as a middle school teacher in the town, had a monthly salary of just over 1,000 minions excluding five insurances and one housing fund.

Xia Hui really can't imagine that just her small shop can earn her salary for nearly a week just at noon?

What a blessing!

It's like swimming in a sea of gold and silver.

If it's a dream, don't wake up so soon!

"Ahem, our family shouldn't have made so much money at noon today......

Just when the husband and wife were immersed in their respective thoughts, Yang Qingshi couldn't help coughing dryly, "I also saw my father and gave Uncle Hu a few bottles of beer for free......

"Stinky boy!

"What beer? Did I deliver it? Why don't I know?"

When Yang Hanyou heard this, he shuddered with fright, and almost didn't throw out the teapot in his hand.

I was obviously very hidden at the time, why was I still seen by this stinky boy?

It is a great rebellion to bring it up at this juncture, and it will pit him to death!

Looks like it's time to make an excuse and pack up the goods.

"Bring beer to Lao Hu?"

"Hehe, that's good, Lao Yang! I've been very fat lately, and I dare to bring beer to people?"

Xia Hui frowned, and raised her eyelids with a smile, "If you don't earn 300 in gross profit tonight, you can sleep with pots and pans in the kitchen!"

After speaking, she put the money in her small leather bag, turned around and left, leaving only a dashing back.

Yang Hanyou: ......

When he reacted and wanted to teach the culprit who betrayed him a hard lesson, he found that Yang Qingshi had already run away.

The small restaurant that was bustling a moment ago was suddenly left sitting alone at the door, watching the sparse passers-by on the street.

The summer afternoon breeze blew through his struggling hairline, which was moving upwards day by day.