Two hundred taels!

Song Qingyuan looked up in surprise, and what caught his eye was Xiao Shisan's unbeaten face.

"The adults gave you the money for the meal!" Xiao Shisan handed the silver ticket forward.

Song Qingyuan didn't answer.

"How?" Xiao Shisan sneered, "I've never seen so much silver, I'm scared stupid?" ”

The little girl who slammed the door, Xiao Shisan snorted secretly in her heart.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "It's too much!" Thirty taels is enough! ”

"You don't want it?" Xiao Shisan said in surprise.

Last time at the post station, the little girl who cared about ten taels of silver, now gave her two hundred taels, she didn't want it, Xiao 13 felt incredible.

"Don't!" Song Qingyuan shook his head firmly, "A gentleman loves money, and he takes it in a good way!" ”

"The meals in our restaurant are not so expensive! Thirty taels is enough. Song Qingyuan said.

Thirty taels of silver, excluding the cost, can also net more than twenty taels.

With the current profit of natural residence, it is not enough to reach the daily profit of twenty taels.

In this way, this time it was earned.

"A gentleman loves money, and he takes it in a good way...... Xiao 13 was speechless.

However, such a principled little girl made him look up to him.

Xiao 13 took back the silver ticket of 200 taels, took out 30 taels, and handed it to Song Qingyuan.

"See you later, little fat girl!" After Xiao 13 finished speaking, he left suddenly.

............

Inside the restaurant.

Erlang looked at Song Qingyuan like a ghost, "Two hundred taels, you don't want it?" ”

Two hundred taels is not a small amount, and he feels distressed when he looks at it.

Song Qingyuan shook his head with a smile, "I received thirty taels, one hundred and seventy taels, if I can leave a good impression in the hearts of those high-ranking officials, it is worth it." ”

How many local tyrants and squires have no way to ask for a way with silver.

She is one hundred and seventy taels, and she is familiar with it, and she does not lose money.

"You're stupid!" Erlang pouted, Song Qingyuan's point of view, he didn't dare to agree, "One hundred and seventy taels, just to give a good impression, a fool will do it." ”

"Whether it's stupid or not, we'll see in the future." Song Qingyuan smiled lightly.

"Second brother, don't always focus on the meager benefits in front of you, and take a long-term view."

"Our road should be wider and wider, not narrower." Song Qingyuan took the opportunity to preach.

Jiro was confused.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, he didn't want to say more, when Erlang grew up, he would understand this truth.

"Shopkeeper Qi!" Song Qingyuan turned around and ordered, "The private room just now is immediately sealed, and no one is allowed to enter." ”

"Second brother, immediately go and customize a batch of sofa chairs, and wrap them with the best wood and the best fabric."

"Also, the door of the private room should also be replaced, and all the furnishings inside should be replaced."

"It must be gorgeous, different."

Song Qingyuan leaned his wrist and pondered silently, what should he do next?

"Yuan'er ......" Erlang disrupted Song Qingyuan's thoughts.

"Those big guys may not come a second time, so we don't have to be so ......," Erlang persuaded.

"Who said I was for them." Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Why is that?" Erlang was puzzled, according to Song Qingyuan's explanation, he couldn't get down without a hundred taels of silver.

Don't entertain those big guys, and pretend to do something.

Song Qingyuan chuckled, "After the arrangement, we will open it to the public, and the private room fee is ten taels." ”

Song Qingyuan stretched out his hand, crossed his two index fingers, and gestured in front of Erlang's eyes.

"Ten taels!" Erlang screamed in surprise and cleared his throat, "Yuan'er, you scare me, private room fee, you dare to ask for ten taels?" ”

"Our net income in a day is less than ten taels."

Erlang felt a little dizzy, I don't know if he was stupid or Song Qingyuan was stupid.

I just gave up one hundred and seventy taels of silver, and I want to make money here?

"Yuan'er ......" Erlang was ready to persuade.

Shopkeeper Qi and the others were also a little confused, the private room fee of ten taels of silver, "Little owner, isn't this too ......?"

Song Qingyuan frowned, "It's really missing ......"

Twenty taels should be collected.

That's when he was an old man in the court, and he also came with a Jinyi guard commander, as if he was still a marquis.

"Forget it, let's make small profits but sell quickly!" Song Qingyuan's tense shoulders relaxed.

Ten taels of silver! It's also a small profit but a quick turnover!

Shopkeeper Qi wiped his sweat, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, "Will anyone really come?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you come or not!" Song Qingyuan smiled confidently, "This private room will become the living sign of our restaurant." ”

This is the celebrity effect.

"After the arrangement, find someone to release the news, and the external gimmick is the private room where the old man of the court has sit." Song Qingyuan commanded.

Stuck in deep thought again, do you want to go through a wave of propaganda?

The slogan is: Qingshi Town's food is attractive, and the old court comes to visit.

Forget it, let's ask Mr. Yue Lin.

With the promotion of the name of the elder of the pavilion, it would be miserable to annoy the elder of the pavilion.

............

Su Ge and his entourage came and went quickly, and within half a day, they all withdrew from Qingshi Town.

After the school, Song Qingyuan held the gift and entered Mr. Yue Lin's house.

"Sir, this is for you." Song Qingyuan handed over the things.

Mr. Yue Lin opened it and took it.

A beautiful wooden box with four soaphorns inside.

"Plum blossoms?" Mr. Yue Lin took the soap to his eyes and carefully studied the calligraphy and paintings on it.

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded, "I feel like you're going to like plum blossoms." ”

The most important thing in gift-giving is to do what you like.

The last time I came here, Song Qingyuan felt that Mr. Yue Lin preferred plum blossoms on bamboo.

"I have a heart!" Mr. Yue Lin smiled, "Say, what's the matter with coming to me?" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled innocently, revealing the cunning of the little girl, and put the matter aside.

"You little girl!" Mr. Yue Lin smiled suddenly.

"Just keep the private room, it's not a lie, after all, the old man of the court really sat down!" Mr. Yue Lin said, "As for coming here, forget it......"

Mr. Yue Lin couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it, "Senior brother will be annoyed if he knows." ”

"Besides, senior brother is on a business trip this time, which means that the imperial court is going to the north to negotiate peace, the time is urgent, it is not easy to stay here for half a day, if it is rumored again, it will ......"

Song Qingyuan understood in seconds, "Don't worry, sir, I won't talk nonsense." ”

"That's not necessary!" Mr. Yue Lin waved his hand, "Senior brother didn't hide the itinerary, just let it be......"

Mr. Yue Lin stopped at the point.

Song Qingyuan knew that what Mr. Yue Lin meant, don't take the initiative to publicize, don't use the guise of the elder of the pavilion.

As for what the common people think......

In any case, this matter is good for natural habitat.

"Mr. Xie mention!" Song Qingyuan bowed and thanked him.

At the same time, I was secretly thinking in my heart, how to make San Lang officially accepted by Mr. Yue Lin.

Students and disciples are not the same.

Only a disciple can call a teacher or a teacher, and a student can only call him a teacher.

The attention, the teachings, are not the same.

If he can worship under Mr. Yue Lin, then San Lang's future road may be much easier.