"Well, Quanweilou's business is indeed average. There are too many restaurants in the capital, and it is not easy to gain a foothold. Murong Chu said, "Except for the larger pavement, there is nothing special about Quanwei Building, and it is good to be able to maintain it." ”

"The scale is large enough, and the decoration grade is not low, but unfortunately these are just superficial efforts, and if you want to make money, you have to rely on repeat customers." Mo Li looked at the full set of red sandalwood family's private rooms, and shook her head regretfully, "This owner is also a loser, ruining things." ”

"Ahem!" Murong Chu choked on a sip of tea, picked up a handkerchief to cover his mouth and coughed.

"How can the general be like a child, he can choke on saliva, and no one robs you." Mo Li remembered what he said last time he choked on water, and while saluting him with his words, he helped him smooth his back.

Murong Chu finally stopped coughing, put down the handkerchief in his hand, and glanced at the little unconscionable one: "Maybe the owner of this restaurant doesn't expect to make money, how can it be said that it is a waste of things?" ”

"Hey, don't you do business to make money? Do you want to serve the public? Where can there be such fools! Mo Li waved his hand disapprovingly, and continued to bury his head in the table full of dishes.

Murong Chu's face became even more unnatural: "Maybe people really have other ideas." ”

"Huh? General, do you know the proprietor here? Why do you always speak for him? Mo Li realized that a certain master was abnormal, and thought about it, if he didn't know each other, how could he bring his own cook to the restaurant.

She seemed to suddenly understand something, opened her mouth, and said tentatively: "General, this Quanwei Mansion won't be the property of your Beining Palace, right?" ”

Murong Chu shook his head: "No." ”

Mo Li stroked his chest, fortunately, no, otherwise, he could have scolded the king of Beining just now.

"This Quanwei Building is mine." Murong Chu's words made Mo Li almost squirt out the food in his mouth.

"Will ...... General, I'm ...... I ......" Looking at Murong Chu's embarrassed appearance, Mo Li wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that he would hit his newly injured little heart again.

Like Mo Li, it was very hard to hold back a smile and hold back the eleventh who was always around the master outside the private room, and just now I heard Mo Li say that the owner was a loser and a fool, and he couldn't help it.

Hearing the master admit that he was the owner of Quanwei Building, his tone sounded a little aggrieved, and he didn't mean to be angry at all, which made Eleven have to jump out of the door of the private room and hide in the distance to burst into laughter.

Mo Li lowered his head and tried to endure it, but his two shoulders trembled.

"Laugh if you want, General Ben won't bother with you little girl."

also said that they didn't care, and they all called themselves generals.

Mo Li suppressed his smile and replaced it with a sincere face: "General, you are so cute, I really didn't mean to laugh at you." ”

The sentence "so cute" successfully changed the face of a certain master, and the little girl said that she was cute, although this word is not suitable to describe him as a big man, but it can come out of her mouth, and it is also very useful to listen to.

"Then Li'er can make Quanweilou's business better?"

Speaking of business, which is right for Mo Xiaocai's spleen, she simply put down her chopsticks and talked eloquently: "General, whether it is to open a shop or a restaurant, that is, you must have your own characteristics and have the means to control the guests." ”

"The large scale and good decoration of the restaurant will naturally attract customers, but if the dishes are average and the dishes are not new, then the guests will not want to come again after coming once. So first of all, we have to start with the dishes, you don't need a chef like Uncle Qiao, but hide him in your own small kitchen, isn't this a tyrannical thing? ”

"I transferred Uncle Qiao to Quanwei Building as a chef, and I helped him research some new dishes, and the problem of this dish was solved. Make some adjustments to your business strategy, for example, the scenery in your backyard is so beautiful, but it is also a waste of resources. ”

"I don't think the lake is too small, I can make a few more pavilions and enjoy the scenery while dining, and if it is accompanied by some soothing soft music, wouldn't it be happy." Now that the weather is hot, you can make some frozen snacks for dessert after dinner, and if you can't make ice cream, you can try something chilled. ”

Although Mo Li said with some words that he didn't understand, looking at the little girl's radiant appearance, Murong Chu's eyes still lit up, and he felt that he had really picked up a treasure, and some different ideas could always pop up in this little head.

In fact, Murong Chuzhen didn't point out how much money Quanwei Lou could make, opening a restaurant was nothing more than because there were many guests coming and going, and it could be used as a cover for collecting intelligence, but if there were many customers every day, wouldn't it be more beneficial?

"Li'er, I don't think you should fight any Nanyang merchants' ideas, just run this Quanwei Building."

Mo Li rolled his eyes and thought about it, revealing a sly smile: "Let's talk about how much commission I can give Miss Ben first, and see if it's worth Miss Ben's brain." ”

Murong Chu laughed loudly: "Do you and I still need to talk about commissions?" ”

"Why not? My brother has to settle the score! Mo Li rolled her eyes, and said that she was a fan of money, and the general was a real fan of money, so she didn't want to give money when she worked, hum! I squeezed myself at the West Daying, and now I want to continue to squeeze it?

Murong Chu rubbed her little head: "You and I are not brothers, so there is no need to settle accounts." Quanwei Lou will give it to you, and how much money you make is yours. I don't want any money. ”

"What?" Mo Li was shocked again, "General, I heard you right, right?" Are you going to give me Quanwei Lou? ”

"Mine isn't yours, what is a Quanwei Building." Murong Chu suddenly leaned into Mo Li's ear and said in a low voice.

The warm breath hit her ears, although there were several ice basins in the private room, Mo Li still felt that her cheeks were very hot, she felt that Murong Chu's lack of being close to women must be just a legend, and this master's tricks were really handy.

Seeing that she bowed her head and was silent, her face was full of shame, Murong Chu even teased her, and continued to whisper: "Isn't it very tempting, boss lady?" ”

"Who said I moved...... I'm tempted! Mo Li glanced at this man with a knotted tongue, but his heart was sweet, "I can try to help you take care of it, but you have to get Uncle Qiao and Ershun over." ”

Murong Chu smiled secretly in his heart, and said that he was not moved, and this was all planned.

"You can use the people as you like, change the shop as you like, and pay the silver to the counter as you like."

In fact, a certain master also made a small calculation in his heart, the little girl now lives in Mofu, and it is somewhat inconvenient to always go to the house to find her, if she gives Quanweilou to her, she has an excuse when she wants to see her.

Mo Li devoted himself to the operation and construction of Quanwei Building, and he didn't realize that he was being calculated by someone.