"As the saying goes, the moon is the hometown of Ming, and the people are the good of the hometown, but I plan to open another Huaixiang Pavilion in Huai'an, I am a native of Huai'an, and I am familiar with the old family, so I want to transfer this store, that's it, don't think about it." Shopkeeper Zhou's expression was faint.

Yang Bo categorically didn't believe his words, and he sold the store two months after opening it, and then went back to his hometown to open another one? Discord with common sense.

However, Yang Bo didn't ask, but talked about his perception of Erli Lane all the way, and asked: "Shopkeeper Zhou, the east and west sides of Erli Lane seem to be distinct, business is prosperous in the east, but there are not many people in the west, and business is also depressed, why did you come?" ”

Shopkeeper Zhou twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and his eyebrows suddenly felt uneven, he glanced at Shen Yiming, and stopped talking, Yang Bo smiled when he saw this: "Shopkeeper Zhou might as well say bluntly, Yiming he doesn't care about this." ”

Shopkeeper Zhou coughed lightly and said: "This Shen Jiabao is still close to each other, although it is all two parts of the run, handed over to the Shen family, the east side is all the old people of Shen Jiabao or simply the Shen family's industry, it is a net profit two parts of the run, and the west side is mostly outsiders, but it is a gross profit two part of the run." ”

"What is the two components of gross profit?" Yang Boqi said, Yang Bo knows that the net profit is divided, that is, the two transactions of the net profit of the merchant are given to the Shen family, which is regarded as a tax, and the Shen family is the emperor of the land here, and there is no government to collect taxes, so it will naturally be handed over to the Shen family.

"Hey, gross profit refers to the profit after deducting the rent of the house, you must know that the cost of opening a restaurant is not only rent, but also miscellaneous expenses, and the difference is big, so 20% of the gross profit is handed over to the Shen family, and many shops basically have no money to make, so it is difficult for you to see the operation of the store in the west."

Yang Bo couldn't help frowning, the rent was not counted, and the gross profit was shared, the Shen family calculated like this, this is the rhythm of squeezing out the merchants.

It seems that it is impossible to sublease Huaixiang Pavilion, this rule is set by the Shen family, and the shopkeeper Zhou is willing, but he can't be the master.

Yang Bo didn't say anything more and said goodbye to Shopkeeper Zhou.

Out of Huaixiang Pavilion, a few people returned to the street, and met an old man carrying a straw handle, which was full of rock sugar gourds, Xiang'er shouted for Yang Bo to treat, one person and one string, but Yang Bo saw the old man's hands that were not clean, so he said that he didn't like sweets, and Xiang'er was happy to eat more strings and grabbed it.

Deyue Building, heavy eaves flying corners, carved beams and painted buildings, red tile roof, even on the east side of Erli Lane, still seem to stand out from the crowd, the status is transcendent.

The sky is nearly dusk, under the eaves in front of the building, two huge lanterns have been lit, the lanterns are first released, and the Deyue Building has opened the door to welcome guests.

Yang Bo stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at Deyue Tower, and hesitated in his heart.

Yang Bo learned from the shopkeeper Zhou that this Deyue Building was the property of the Shen family, and the family was dominant. In fact, in addition to Huaixiang Pavilion, there are no other large-scale restaurants or restaurants in Erli Lane, and there are many stalls and vendors similar to buying rock sugar gourds.

"Let's go, we'll come back tomorrow," Yang Bo said with a wave of his hand.

On the second day, before noon, Yang Bo came to the door of Deyue Tower again, this time he brought all the hot pot preparations, and even Ding Jiu from the alcohol room came to support.

"Go to the shopkeeper and say that the young master of the Shen Mansion wants to invite him to dinner." As soon as Yang Bo arrived at Deyue Tower, he said to the greeting at the door.

The welcome was unknown, so he hurriedly went to the lobby to find the shopkeeper, Yang Bo also followed him to the lobby, and the shopkeeper hurried over, saw Shen Yiming, and arched his hand: "Little master, who are you?" ”

But Shen Yiming only cared about the two-person world with the black spot, and naturally he didn't have any reaction to the shopkeeper, who was obviously familiar with this scene, his eyes swept over the others, and saw that Yang Bo was beckoning everyone to put some things on the table.

Yesterday in front of the gate of Deyue Building, Yang Bosi thought about it, he really couldn't find a suitable place in this Erli Lane, Huaixiang Pavilion was suitable, but he didn't have any money.

Yang Bo began to think, maybe you can rent a few tables in Deyue Lou first, this is the late Ming Dynasty version of the sharing economy concept, but I don't know if the shopkeeper of Deyue Lou has this open mind to accept this new thing?

When I returned to the stone temple, I began to prepare the hot pot ingredients.

All kinds of vegetables, greens, baskets, spinach, tofu, bean sprouts, pig's blood, etc. Have some of each.

The meat is mainly mutton, mainly raw mutton that is easy to shabu and cooks quickly.

The most important thing is the hot pot base, of course, the big bone soup, plus various spices.

The seasoning is green onion, ginger and garlic, in duplicate, one spicy and one not spicy.

Then Ding Jiu brought the newly made iron pot and stand, and there was enough solid alcohol, rushed to Deyuelou, and invited the shopkeeper of Deyuelou to drink in the name of Shen Yiming.

The shopkeeper is in his fifties, and his beard under his jaw has turned gray. Yang Bo and his entourage came up hula, making chickens and dogs jump, which surprised him, and now he finally understands that it turns out that all this is arranged by Yang Bo.

Yang Bo he knows, Shen Jiabao is rumored that he is the same as his master Ma Daochang, he is convinced that Ma Daochang is indeed a god, the rumors about Yang Bo in the market, thinking that Yang Bo is Ma Daochang's apprentice, he also believes in three points, and now when he sees it, this person acts like a child's play, and his heart is greatly discounted.

The shopkeeper's face was not colorful, and he said coldly: "Yang Bo, where are you doing?" ”

"Shopkeeper, today Yiming has a treat, and a few of us have also been stained, come on, please sit down, Yiming, you sit here." Yang Bo smiled all over his face, beckoned the shopkeeper to sit down, and asked Shen Yiming to sit next to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper didn't sit down, looked at Yang Bo coldly, and reprimanded: "Yang Bo, this is Shen Jiabao, and the little young master of the Shen family is also something you can ignore casually?" ”

Yang Bo also knew that he was indeed suspected of using Shen Yiming, wasn't he helpless? Otherwise, I'm afraid the shopkeeper won't even see him, let alone anything else?

Yang Bo saw that the shopkeeper was stern, so he wanted to inform him of his intentions, but before that, Yang Bo also prepared an artifact.

Yang Bo took out a gray sheet folded in half from the sleeve, this is sandpaper for grinding, and a match head is glued to the thin sheet, which was made by Yang Bo yesterday overnight with the white phosphorus left by the horse road chief, this white phosphorus match has the risk of spontaneous combustion, but Yang Bo only prepared one today, so naturally nothing major will happen.

Yang Bo picked up the match head, lightly scratched on the sandpaper, the match head burst out of the flames, the solid alcohol had already been prepared in the tray, Yang Bo threw the lit matchstick into the tray, the solid alcohol suddenly ignited, the flame was blue and white, there was no peculiar smell, no oil smoke.

The shopkeeper was shocked, and couldn't help but sit down heavily on the seat, and said in his heart This is the legendary three-flavor true fire?

Xiang'er and Leshui clapped their hands, picked up the chopsticks, and were eager to try, ready to eat.

Yang Bo said with a smile: "The shopkeeper, the kid is abrupt, but these preparations are all bought with Yiming's money, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Yiming is a treat." Yang Bo found a step for himself and beckoned someone to bring a pot of good wine.

There has long been a popular side stove in the north of the Ming Dynasty, and the shopkeeper is not completely unfamiliar with this way of eating, the key is that Yang Bo used a new fuel, which really surprised the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of mutton, soaked a few shabu-shabu in the already boiling iron pot, dipped in seasoning, put it in his mouth and chewed it, the mouth was full of relish, and the taste was not bad.

Yang Bo filled the wine for the shopkeeper, picked up the wine glass himself, and said: "The boy will make amends to the shopkeeper, and I will do it first as a respect." ”

The shopkeeper didn't say a word, picked up the wine glass and drank it with his neck up, Yang Bo took advantage of the situation to explain his intentions, and briefly talked about what happened in Huaixiang Pavilion yesterday, and proposed to rent a few tables in Deyue Building, so that diners have the opportunity to taste this new hot pot.

In all fairness, Yang Bo's actions today are really a bit abrupt, Yang Bo explained his intentions, and he was quite apprehensive.

The shopkeeper just tasted all the side dishes one by one, and drank while eating, without saying much. As soon as the wine glass was empty, Yang Bo picked up the wine jug and immediately filled it.

At this time, it was already noon, and the number of diners gradually increased, and some people noticed that there was something strange at this table, so they asked Xiao Er one after another.

Leshui and Xiang'er talked and laughed, and ate happily.

The shopkeeper put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and without saying much, he arched his hand at Shen Yiming and got up to leave.

Yang Bo hurriedly got up and handed him over, disappointed in his heart, he didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd of the shopkeeper.

Many people walked up to Yang Bo's table to take a look, and Yang Bo asked Xiao Er to prepare a few more pairs of chopsticks and small plates, and many diners tried a bite and applauded loudly.

All the preparations on the table were quickly swept away, and it was time for Yang Bo to go back to the stone temple, but the plan fell through, making Yang Bo look depressed.

"Young Master Yang, please stay, and the shopkeeper asks you to take care of the room." A greeting stopped Yang Bo, who was walking out, and said.

Yang Bo sighed lightly, and there was a door in his heart, so he followed the guest to the steward's room of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper sat behind the table, holding a pen in his hand and writing something, when he saw Yang Bo being led into the door, he didn't get up, but just motioned for Yang Bo to sit down opposite.

Yang Bo sat down and said eagerly: "Shopkeeper, you agreed?" ”

The shopkeeper moved his eyelids slightly, did not look at Yang Bo, and said lightly: "Deyue Tower is the property of the Shen family, your idea is novel, but it is not in accordance with the rules, and it is difficult for the Shen Dong family to agree." ”

When Yang Bo heard this, he immediately looked depressed, but when he saw the shopkeeper, he said, "You can go and rent Huaixiang Pavilion and try it there." ”

Yang Bo said in his heart, do you need to say this? If I had enough money, I wouldn't have gone up to the moon building to ask for a few tables in vain.

The shopkeeper finally put down the brush in his hand, a pair of triangular eyes flashed, leaned forward, and whispered: "The old man has some idle silver in hand, so let's do it, I will give two hundred taels of silver, but the old man will account for thirty percent." ”

Yang Bo was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect the shopkeeper to suddenly come with such a hand, two hundred taels of silver, and he would account for three percent, and he suddenly had a feeling that he had been calculated by this old fox.

Yang Bo couldn't help but rush up angrily, and blurted out: "Five hundred taels, two percent." ”

"Three hundred taels, three percent."

"Five hundred taels, two percent."

"Five hundred taels, three percent." He stroked his beard, looked at Yang Bo steadily, and said in a deep voice: "This is the old man's last bid, Brother Yang, this is your last chance, hehehe"