After 9 o'clock, although there were still people walking into Rao's famous shop one after another, no one stopped to try the 100 yuan bowl of crispy meat and soy milk mung bean noodles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the famous sky-high breakfast has also spread to all corners of Meitan County one after another through the people who have left.

"Do you know, Huayuan Street just had a sky-high breakfast today, crispy meat and soy milk mung bean flour for 100 yuan a bowl!"

"Sky-high breakfast? Then report it quickly, expose it, and let the Industrial and Commercial Bureau investigate him! ”

"If you can't report it, people clearly mark the price, and the big characters are written on the wall, and there is no problem of consumption traps."

"Which one sells crispy meat and soy milk mung bean flour?"

"It's the one opposite the fat fried rice!"

"I know that mung bean noodles, I used to eat it at his house, and the boss's name is Rao Mingyang. The mung bean flour he cooked was unpalatable, and he dared to sell it for 100 yuan a bowl? ”

"Who knows what he thinks! At his level, it turned out that few people ate a bowl of 8 yuan, and he dared to sell it for 100 yuan a bowl? ”

"You say, is this Rao Mingyang's head caught in the door?"

"I don't know if Rao Mingyang's head is caught by the door, anyway, I know that no one will eat his sky-high mung bean flour. I ate a bowl of intestine noodles at the breakfast shop diagonally across from his house, and it took me more than ten minutes. During this time, I didn't see anyone lingering in his shop. At this price, I don't think he can sell a bowl. ”

"That's for sure, such an expensive mung bean flour, and the level is poor, so the ghost is going to eat it!"

These are all uninformed ordinary people mixed with surprise, surprise, disdain, contempt, and ridicule.

Among those who understand the inside story, Zhou Xianying was the general manager of the Huda Hotel (five-star) on her first day of work, so she was naturally busy to death and had no time to talk about these gossips. Yue Qianling is the owner of a tea group with a net worth of hundreds of millions, and her status is noble, and she will not talk about breakfast gossip with her subordinates. As for Chen Wensong and Chen Wenjing, the two siblings, they are already immersed in their own online world, and they don't have time to talk to others about breakfast!

The only ordinary diner, his strength is too weak to cover up the slander of the crowd. Even, when he told his colleagues that he had eaten a bowl of mung bean noodles for 100 yuan this morning, he was despised by his colleagues as having a problem with his head.

No matter how delicious he said the famous crispy meat mung bean noodles were, no one believed them. Everyone agreed that in the small county town of Mae Tan, it is impossible to have a bowl of breakfast worth 100 yuan. People who can make this level of breakfast must have gone to big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen early to open high-end restaurants to make a fortune, where will they nest in the mountainous areas of northern Qianbei like Meitan County?

And his behavior was naturally condemned by his colleagues as extravagant, wasteful, and foolish.

Returning to Rao's fame here, the fat fried restaurant across the road does not sell breakfast, only Chinese food and dinner. So, they opened the store a few hours later than Rao Mingyang. In addition, the first to come are the store manager and waiter, etc., to prepare for the work. The boss Han Fat usually arrives late after 10 o'clock, which is the prerogative of the boss and chef.

Han Fatzi entered the store, the store manager and waiters greeted the boss one after another, Han Fatzi nodded, and went into the kitchen to check the preparations of the clerks.

When Han Fatzi checked the preparations of the clerks, the store manager Zhuo Yu said softly while accompanying him to check: "Boss, do you know that the price of the crispy meat and soy milk mung bean flour opposite us has increased?" ”

Han Fatzi was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Price increase?" What price does he add? We didn't dare to raise the price of such a hot business, and he dared to raise the price of such a dismal business? ”

Zhuo Yu laughed softly: "Maybe it's because people's business is poor, so they want to increase the price." We are small profits but quick turnover, people may want to make big profits and sell less! ”

Han Fatzi laughed and sneered: "Young man, I really want to play one out at a time, and I don't think about reality at all!" By the way, he used to be 8 yuan a bowl, how much has he added now? ”

Hearing this question, Zhuo Yu smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess! ”

"10 yuan a bowl?"

"Less!"

"12 yuan?"

"Less!"

"Is it 15 yuan?"

"It's still less!"

"Damn, does he dare to go from 8 yuan a bowl to 20 yuan a bowl? Our most expensive bacon sausage fried rice is only 18 yuan a bowl, is his bowl of soup powder more expensive than our fried rice? ”

Zhuo Yu shook his head and said, "It's still less!" ”

Han Fatzi was completely dizzy and asked, "How much?" ”

At this time, another waiter next to him couldn't help but interject: "Boss, Rao's famous mung bean noodles have risen to 100 yuan a bowl!" ”

"Huh? How much? Han Fatzi suspected that his ear had heard it wrong, and asked in disbelief.

When Zhuo Yu and several other waiters told him with certainty that Rao Mingyang had really raised the price of mung bean flour to 100 yuan a bowl, Han Fatzi couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!" I think I'm a fat man in the Meitan catering industry for more than ten years, and I haven't sold fried rice for more than 20 yuan. He dared to sell a simple bowl of soup powder for 100 yuan a bowl, which was really an old cow flying - it was awesome! ”

The clerks also discussed: "Yes, it's just looking for your own death!" ”

"I'm too young to know how to do business at all!"

"It's better to maintain the original price, and there are some customers who are not picky about the taste to eat. Now, Uncle Ghost eats his sky-high mung bean flour. ”

After listening to the discussion of the clerks, Han Fatzi agreed in his heart, and asked Zhuo Yu again: "Then did he sell a few bowls this morning?" ”

Zhuo Yu shook his head and said, "No." From the time we opened at 8 o'clock until now, I haven't seen a single person eating breakfast in his shop. Everyone who went in was scared out by his price! ”

Han Fatzi sneered: "I'll go and see if this kid's head was caught by the door, and he actually made such a show!" ”

Then, Han Fatzi dragged his fat body of nearly 200 pounds, crossed the road, and walked into Rao's famous store.

As soon as he entered the door, Han Fatzi saw the price descriptions posted on the walls on both sides: "Our store specializes in crispy meat and soy milk mung bean flour, 100 yuan a bowl."

Han Fatzi laughed secretly in his heart, and greeted Rao Mingyang, who was sitting on a stool playing with his mobile phone: "Xiao Rao, aren't you busy?" What for? ”

Rao Mingyang, who was bored reading a novel, looked up, and it turned out to be the fat fried rice boss Han Fatzi opposite, and hurriedly stood up and greeted: "Boss Han, you sit." I'm not busy, I'm reading novels. ”

Han Fatzi nodded, pointed to the price description on the wall, and asked, "I just heard that the price of your mung bean flour has increased, so I was curious to come and take a look." Did you really rise to 100 yuan a bowl? ”

Rao Mingyang nodded and said, "Naturally, it's true!" ”

Han Fatzi asked with a smiling expression again, "Then how is the business this morning?" ”

Seeing his expression, and then thinking of his question, Rao Mingyang suddenly woke up to the fact that this Han fat man was here to inquire about intelligence, and by the way, he saw his jokes.

", they all say that their peers are enemies, this fat man is not well-intentioned! It's better to tease him! When Rao Mingyang thought about it, he pretended to be frustrated and said, "Hey, not a single bowl has been sold!" ”

got the answer he wanted and satisfied his dark psychology, and Han Fatzi was very happy. However, on his face, he pretended to be sincere and comforted Rao Mingyang: "I'm not busy, I'm not busy, I'm not in a hurry to do business." In this world, there is always no shortage of rich people, as long as the things you make are delicious, people don't care how much a bowl is. Xiao Rao, I'm optimistic about you, come on! ”

Then, Han Fatzi left Rao's famous breakfast shop with a disdainful expression and returned to his shop.

And Rao Mingyang looked at the fat back of the fat man Han, clenched his fists and thought: "Dead fatty, don't be complacent!" When my reputation is out, and you are sweating every day when you are sweating profusely and I have no high profits, I will slap you in the face again! ”