Lin Feng thought about this proposal and seemed to be good, but he soon reacted, this Boss Tang was really a thief, it seemed that he didn't make a penny, and he also lost his business, but after thinking about it carefully, it wasn't true.

First of all, he can use Lin Feng crayfish to attract a lot of popularity, and when you go to a lobster restaurant, do you just eat a box of crayfish?

The most important thing is that he established a cooperative relationship with Lin Feng for the first time, and if Lin Feng wants to develop in the future, he will be close to the water. Maybe after a long time, you can still touch the threshold of some recipes.

He was a model businessman for his unique vision and deep calculation.

Knowing his idea, Lin Feng didn't care.

Selling crayfish is just his first step, a small business, since someone is willing to do it for him, why not do it?

As for the recipe, don't worry, none of the lobster seasonings are products of the earth, and he can't match it even if he wants to.

"Okay, but I have conditions, first of all, you can't ruin my signboard, secondly, settle the accounts every day, and last but not least, I don't guarantee that it will be available every day, and it may be out of stock at any time. ”

"No problem!"

The two discussed, and in the future, Boss Tang provided everything, including crayfish, kitchen utensils, and Lin Feng was only responsible for seasoning and cooking, and received a commission of 40 yuan per catty. As long as the reputation of Lin Feng crayfish is not damaged, the sales method is determined by Boss Tang.

In this way, he didn't have to clean the lobster, and he didn't get up until eight or nine o'clock the next day, and Boss Tang had already come to pick him up in person. Carrying two buckets of soaked seasoning into the car, Lin Feng came to the snack street again, and heard a noise of gongs and drums from afar.

I saw dozens of large flower baskets outside the door of the Tang Lobster Restaurant, as well as two rows of beautiful emcees, and a local gong and drum team was beating hard, making it as lively as the opening of a new store.

A huge banner runs directly across the street, which reads: Lin Feng crayfish are sold here for 50 yuan each, limited to 600 copies per day!

"So grand?"

"It has to be grand, you don't know how hot your crayfish are, almost everyone is talking about it. If I make it too shabby, what will people say about me?"

Walking into the store, Boss Tang personally brought him into the spacious kitchen, a row of stainless steel barrels that can hold hundreds of catties of boiling at the same time, which has been put on the stove to boil water, and 600 catties of processed crayfish are placed on one side.

Lin Feng instructed the chef to divide the seasoning and pour it in, calculate the time and put in the crayfish, and then set the alarm clock.

That's it, he didn't even move his hand, 24,000 yuan was already in his hands, compared to the previous two days, he was tired, it was not too easy.

At eleven o'clock, the sound of gongs and drums stopped abruptly, and two chefs came to the door of the store with large barrels, which immediately attracted hundreds of onlookers and discussions.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"This fragrance is really an authentic forest wind crayfish!"

Some people admired, and some people were annoyed: "Old Tang is going to make a fortune this time, why didn't I think of cooperating with Lin Feng in advance?"

"Otherwise, people can open four storefronts, you can only open one!"

......

The strange aroma wafted and penetrated without any gaps, causing diners who had been waiting for a long time to stretch their necks.

When several tall and tall emcees wearing red cheongsams brushed the ground for ten thousand blessings, before the "welcome" was finished, everyone rushed in like a swarm.

There were forty tables in the Tang Lobster House, and it was instantly packed to the brim. Those who couldn't grab a seat simply crowded the doorway, drooling over the crayfish in the vat.

"There's no place, let's pack!"

Boss Tang smiled and packed, how could that be possible?

And the guests sitting down in the store were even more impatient to urge: "Boss, hurry up, order food!"

"I want two!"

"I want three!"

Boss Tang smiled again and said: I'm sorry, because it is a limited sale, each person can only order one copy!

One serving is just one serving, but when a delicate little plate is served to the guests, everyone starts to get dissatisfied again.

"Wouldn't it, that's it?"

"Why don't you only charge 50? Because it is a limited sale, you can only order one pound per person, and you also think about the customers later. If not enough, we have a lot of other dishes that taste great!"

Lin Feng sat in the small private room on the second floor, looking at the bustle downstairs. He was still strange just now, obviously he only promised 300 copies, but Boss Tang put out a banner of 600 copies, which turned out to be dismantled and sold.

This guy is a businessman, and with him helping to sell crayfish, he should be able to rest assured.

Under the careful hype of Boss Tang, from noon to night, the guests of Tang's Lobster Restaurant were almost never interrupted, and the business was so hot that even the prepared dishes were sold out.

He couldn't stop laughing because of this, and as soon as he closed the store, he rushed to Lin Feng's house and sent today's share.

"This is 24,000, your lobster money," he said and took out another stack and stuffed it, "This 2,000 yuan is the commission I gave you, brother, don't be too little." ”

"What commission?"

"Brother Lin, haven't you seen how hot the business is today, especially at night, the door is about to be crowded for me!" Boss Tang said with a smile, "Why is this? It's not because of your crayfish, I earn more today than any other day! I don't thank you, I feel guilty of conscience!"

Lin Feng smiled and generously accepted the money.

Just kidding, don't give up the money in vain, he won't be polite.

In the kitchen of the romantic London Western restaurant, several chefs got together in their free time.

"Do you know what happened to Chef David, I see that he is so distraught today that he hasn't even eaten. ”

"I don't know, maybe I'm homesick. ”

"Cut, don't talk nonsense if you don't know," said a tall and thin chef mysteriously, "I heard that he bought a crayfish yesterday and wanted to study the recipe for its soup, but he couldn't find it, and he was worried!"

"Is it true? He's French, and he eats that?"

"Where did he buy the crayfish, so amazing?"

"I heard that I bought it at a roadside stall in the snack street. ”

Roadside stalls?!

Everyone was shocked and wanted to continue gossiping, when David's tall figure walked in.

He didn't check the stove and utensils as strictly as usual, but directly opened his exclusive refrigerator, brought out a bowl of thick soup, and took a small sip with a spoon.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, and his face showed a very happy and intoxicated expression, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh: "No matter how many times I taste it, this fragrance is so magical...... Hiss...... It's just spicy......

"But why, I can't even taste a spice?

"I should go back to France and consult my grandfather!"

As he spoke, he packed the soup in a thermos box, carefully held it in his arms, and then said to several chefs: "I'm going back to France, don't let up these days!"

Bring a bowl of leftover soup back to France and give it to your grandfather?

Several chefs are collectively petrified, I want to say that you are the executive chef of a two-star Michelin restaurant, what about your style, what about your pride?