Tonight, there is a fierce debate on the same proposition in all the companies of the Kim Jong Building. This proposition is, spending money to buy a steamed bun for 30 yuan is not stupid.

All the staff who have eaten Jiaoxiang steamed buns think that it is worth the money. Others, on the other hand, disagreed, and even ridiculed it.

At the beginning, the opposing team was very strong. Some members of the positive side, in order to help Jiao Xiang make a name for the steamed buns, and in order to prove that they are not stupid, they endured the pain and cut their love, divided the steamed buns into several small portions, and asked the opposing team members to taste them. After that, all the opposing members who had tasted steamed buns immediately chose to mutiny and stood in the positive team without hesitation, and the two sides became evenly matched.

But one thing is for sure, all the opposing parties have developed a strong curiosity about the focus of the steamed buns. Many people have already made an appointment to go to Ding's kitchen after work in the evening to find out. Try these 30 pieces of steamed buns, is it as delicious as everyone said?

From 9 p.m. to 10 p.m., the companies in the Jinzheng Building were off work one after another. After going out, the staff did not separate as usual, and went back to their respective homes to find their own mothers. About four or five hundred people, in groups, walked towards the grocery street behind the building.

With the Ding family kitchen as the end point, a long queue was lined up, mighty and crowded. Originally, Mu Fan estimated that there were only about 200 people at most, but he didn't expect so many people to come.

Mu Fan and the others were very busy, and they really received hand cramps when they received money. Although Mu Fan worked overtime to make a lot of steamed buns, he still couldn't supply them. Unlike dinner, some of the people who came for supper this time were deputy directors and junior managers of various companies. Compared to the junior staff, their consumption level is much higher. After many small leaders tasted steamed buns, they directly asked for ten or twenty packs.

In order to keep the people in line at the back from returning empty-handed, Mu Fan had to move out of the previous regulations again and adopt the method of limiting purchases, with a maximum of five per person. Even so, when the steamed buns were sold out, there were still more than 100 people who failed to taste the steamed buns as they wished, and had to go back.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Mu Fan sat in his bedroom, happily sorting out old and new banknotes of various denominations. I thought that I would sell up to 500 steamed buns today, but I didn't expect to sell more than 2,000 buns, which has exceeded the target. Mu Fan counted it, and today's turnover was 61,500 yuan. Excluding the cost of steamed buns, Mu Fan made a profit of more than 40,000 yuan in a single day.

"Oh my God, 40,000 yuan!" Mu Fan never thought that he could make so much money in a day. But in addition to being happy, Mu Fan was also worried. According to today's situation, it is not difficult to make a profit of one million a month.

However, Mu Fan knew in his heart that the things in the restaurant were too simple, and although the steamed buns were delicious, people's enthusiasm for them would eventually diminish day by day. As the old saying goes, lobster and abalone can't be eaten every day, sooner or later they will get tired of it.

Moreover, the price of steamed buns is very high, and white-collar workers cannot afford to consume them every day. Taking the Jinzheng Building as an example, most of the ordinary staff have a monthly salary of less than 4,000 yuan, and the monthly expenses for meals are about 1,500 yuan, excluding rent, water and electricity, clothes and cosmetics. On average, there are only 50 yuan a day, and I can't even afford two steamed buns, so it's impossible to eat them every day.

Mu Fan estimates that it is very good for them to buy ten steamed buns a month. A good situation like today's one won't last long. Mu Fan must make a long-term plan for the future development of the restaurant.

"It seems that it is not possible to promote diversified consumption without making other dishes. Mu Fan muttered, and thought of another thing that had to be put on the agenda, that is, recruiting waiters.

Opening a restaurant is obviously not something that one person can wrap up, cooks, cashiers, sundries, steamed buns, greeting guests, etc., etc., Mu Fan can't take care of it at all. Take today as an example, Mu Fan is almost too busy to collect money and change, so how can he have the heart to care about anything else. If it weren't for Cheng Meng's help, the steamed buns would have been taken away long ago.

I rubbed my shoulders, I had a lot of work today, and my shoulders were very sore.

"The money is earned, but it's too hard. Mu Fan lay on the bed, since he became a restaurant owner, he hardly slept a single sleep, and he was busy every day. No wonder the old saying says that opening a restaurant is diligent, but it is tiring enough.

"It's not going to work, it's not easy at all. Mu Fan looked at the stack of banknotes at the head of the bed, bit it at all, and summoned the system page.

In the System Shop, find the molder. Before, because he didn't have enough money on hand, Mu Fan didn't buy it. And the money earned today is just right to buy the next one.

"I can't bear the child to catch the wolf, and I can't bear the wife to catch the hooligan, so I bought it!" Mu Fan bit it at all, exchanged all the 60,000 yuan that had not yet been covered into a silver ticket, and then bought the mold device.

Mu Fan didn't just make this decision to be lazy. With it, the equipment for steaming steamed buns can be considered complete, and Mu Fan only needs to knead the dough. Not only can the output be better improved, but Mu Fan can also free up his hands to make other dishes.

Looking at the mold extracted from the backpack, Mu Fan was still quite happy. According to the manual, as long as you hold your thumb against the switch, and then enter the information of the mold with your mind, the machine will write it down. In other words, this mold can not only make steamed buns of the same size, but also make a variety of shapes for ingredients. For example, simple shapes such as cakes, nests, etc. If the star is higher, you can even complete the lantern cake in batches with higher difficulty.

If it's a nine-star mold machine, as long as you imagine the shape in your mind, it can make it all.

Mu Fan followed the prompts and entered the shape, size, proportion and weight of the steamed bun into the mold ejector. On the display screen the size of a cigarette box, the information of the steamed bun appears, and there is a number next to it, and below it is the button to choose to use.

Mu Fan had the heart to give it a try now, but he was too tired, so he put the mold ejector under the bed, saved even washing, and went to sleep with the lights off.

This night, Mu Fan slept very sweetly, and slept until he woke up naturally. Looking at the time, it was already half past nine in the morning. I sat up, rubbed my head, washed up briefly, and went downstairs to open the door. Cheng Meng was standing opposite brushing his teeth when he saw Mu Fan waving his hand and saying hello to him.

Mu Fan happened to have no cigarettes in his pocket, so he took change and came to the commissary, and smiled at Cheng Meng: "Brother Meng, did you sleep well last night?"

"What a fart, early in the morning, those little white-collar workers came knocking on your door one after another, and they were noisy to death. Cheng Meng rinsed his mouth and replied depressedly.

"No, I didn't hear it. Mu Fan said.

"You sleep so badly, Lao Tzu has shallow dreams, and you can't sleep at the slightest movement. Cheng Meng replied: "Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I posted a notice next to your door, saying that the boss was overworked last night and closed in the morning, so I slept again." ”

Mu Fan looked at the restaurant, and sure enough, there was a blank piece of paper pasted on the door.

"Brother Meng, you have to accompany me to lose, I can sell a lot of steamed buns in the morning. Mu Fan joked.

"Don't come here, if I hadn't helped you last night, I would have slept well before they came. Cheng Meng glanced at Mu Fan and said, "Don't forget, I'll eat steamed buns for free at noon today." ”

"Don't worry, you won't forget. Mu Fan smiled: "I still expect you to help me at noon." ”

"Fuck your sister, I'm also a boss my size, you kid really used me as a waiter. Cheng Meng laughed and scolded, then raised his head outside the door, "Hey, business has come to the door." ”

Mu Fan turned his head to look and saw a woman standing in front of the restaurant, looking in a little nervously.