Just when people were discussing hotly, Li Siye stood on the desk and shouted: "Everyone be quiet, be quiet first!" ”

The voices of the crowd gradually lowered, and the eyes that looked at Li Siye became more enthusiastic, and the value of the mille-feuille green onion cake was self-evident. Li Langjun was willing to pass on the recipe for making cakes to everyone, but he didn't send it out to please the dignitaries, even if he received a little money, Li Siye still suffered a loss for them.

If he makes it for the saint to eat, he will definitely be able to change the history of thorns.

Li Siye waved his palm and said: "Listen to me, since Siye has made a decision, he will definitely not change it, and I will definitely teach the big guy the craft of this cake." However, the space of the store is small, and it is inconvenient to watch, but if the demonstration is carried out outside the store, it is easy to block the street and cause inconvenience to the West City Office. ”

"Besides, the gathering of so many of us will arouse the vigilance of the West Market Bureau, so I suggest that after the curfew tonight, find an open place, and I will personally teach you the art of making green onion cakes."

"Alas," everyone couldn't help but feel a little regretful, waiting is the hardest thing to endure.

Li Siye continued to raise his hand and asked, "Next, I want to ask you, how can we enhance the popularity of mille-feuille green onion cake and make it well-known?" Let the people of Chang'an flock to it? ”

"I know!" One of the vendors raised his hand and replied, "As long as we make the cake and make it fragrant, the reputation of the mille-feuille green onion cake will spread!" ”

Li Siye shook his head incomprehensibly: "That's just a step-by-step method, the slowest and the worst effect." ”

"So what should I do?" The Hu man merchant raised his hand and asked rhetorically.

"If you want to make the green onion cake race over the Hu cake and become famous, you need a more legendary story, what is more legendary than making the secret recipe of the cake to be coveted, assassinated, and robbed? Besides, this story is still a fact, everyone will be the beneficiary of the green onion cake recipe in the future, and the more famous the mille-feuille green onion cake, the more money we make! ”

"You know what to do!"

The people present were all extremely smart businessmen who could not afford to make a profit, and they understood Li Siye's intentions as soon as they heard it. In the era when there were no advertisements, it relied on word of mouth from the masses. If you tell your neighbor what bread is delicious, he will probably sleep at night and forget it the next morning. But if you tell him a thrilling story about bread, he can tell it to others the next day.

Everyone praised Li Siye's strange business acumen, and began to think about how to add fuel and vinegar after returning to make the story sound more suspenseful or surprising.

Li Siye and everyone agreed to meet again after the curfew tonight, and most of them left together. What remained was the Sogdian who was opposite the Hu Cake Shop, the owner of the soup cake shop diagonally across the street, and a teenager who had no fixed shop and walked the streets and alleys with baskets every day to sell Hu cakes.

This is not Li Siye's so-called loyal team, he also has no loyal team, doing business is an alliance of interests, if the vendors learn the craft of green onion cakes today, Li Siye will have nothing to do with them tomorrow.

The three of them are just in this alley, they have nowhere to go, and the longing and excitement for the recipe of green onion cake make them have no mind to do the current business.

The Sogdian's name is Michagan, and in today's confrontation with the Bear Fire Gang, he has contributed a lot, standing behind Li Siye all the time, holding a knife and confronting the villains. Even if it's just for the so-called formula, it's worthy of Li Siye's trust.

The owner of the soup cake shop is named Jiang Tongbao, and just now the assassin of the Xionghuo Gang stepped on the roof of his house and released dark arrows, so if it wasn't for his fat lady who came out to stop him, Li Siye's life would have been handed over here, so this was an indirect life-saving grace.

The boy carrying the basket was only twelve years old, and he had a nickname named Sha Li, and he wore a pair of straw sandals in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is said that he and his grandmother depended on each other, and the grandparents and grandchildren built a straw hut by the release pond in the West Market, which was full of warehouses and was the most remote place in the West Market, so the grandmother was responsible for making cakes at home, and the sand grains were carried out in baskets to sell, earning a meager income and barely being able to survive.

Li Siye called the three people who were excited and excited to him, and whispered: "I need you to do me a favor, find a bigger venue tonight, preferably indoors, I can teach you how to make mille-feuille green onion cakes for free."

Michagan was overjoyed when he heard this, his feet rubbing restlessly on the ground, and his right hand was pondering with his right hand grasping the head.

Li Siye looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"I, no, can't find it."

Li Siye looked at Jiang Tongbao and the sand grains again, but Jiang Tongbao said slowly: "I can find a warehouse, but this is not my place." He was a wealthy merchant in the Western Regions, and he built a warehouse on the side of the release pond to stock up on goods. They asked me to take care of the treasury and gave me 300 dollars a month, but I didn't know if it would work. ”

Without waiting for Li Siye to answer, Michagan excitedly encouraged: "What's wrong with this!" We're just borrowing his warehouse for two or three nights, and he's not in the West Market right now. ”

Jiang Tongbao hesitated again and again, and said: "He is now in Luoyang, the eastern capital, but he can't guarantee when he will come back." As long as we don't lose the goods and don't damage the warehouse, it should be okay. ”

It can be seen that Jiang Tongbao is not such a happy person, but he can barely agree.

Now that there is a venue, it will be much easier next, Li Siye stretched out his hand and pointed to the three of them and commanded separately: "Sha Li, you are responsible for collecting the franchise fee tonight, originally I thought of collecting a total of 1,200 yuan for three months at a time." But today, everyone is helping each other, so the price is a bit expensive, and it is only charged for one month, 400 yuan per person. ”

"Michagan, you are responsible for assisting the sand grains, guarding the gate, and if you haven't paid the franchise fee, don't let them in."

"Jiang Tongbao, you are responsible for maintaining order, guarding the goods of the wealthy merchants, and preventing fires."

He immediately concluded: "If the three of you can help me get through this difficulty, Li Siye will not only teach you how to make green onion cakes for free, but also give you a reward of 300 yuan each."

The three of them rubbed their hands excitedly, and the words in Jiang Tongbao's mouth became more and more polite: "Li Langjun is serious, you are willing to teach us the craft of making cakes for free, we are already grateful, according to the rules passed down from our ancestors, you are our master."

Li Siye turned his head to see that someone was snooping outside the window. He was about to walk over and close the door, but he saw a little soap-clad man standing at the door, dressed as a servant of a large household, and a carriage parked across the street.

This little guy took the initiative to ask, "Are you Li Siye Li Langjun?"

"That's right, it's me."

The little servant looked back at the carriage, turned his head and said, "My master invites you to come to the carriage for a while."

Li Siye was quite hesitant, the origin of the people in the car was unknown, he couldn't rush over, in case it was a killer sent by the Bear Fire Gang, wouldn't he give up his life.

"Why do you want to ask me to go to the car, you can't ask your master to come to my store to talk?"

The servant glanced through the window, the house was dilapidated, and there was dust on the floor. He frowned and said arrogantly: "My master likes to be clean and spotless, so I still ask Lang Jun to move."

Li Siye hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, you wait for me."

He went back to the house and walked over to the desk, tucked the pancake into his clothes, and tightened his belt. It was a whole piece of cast iron, two feet wide, and could be used to ward off all bows and crossbows, and was more useful than a frying pan.

He turned his head and saw the bread covered with sackcloth for exhibition, and he picked up two pieces of linen paper and put them in his arms.

He instructed Michagan and the others, "I'll go out and come back at once."

Li Siye pushed open the small door and followed the little guy to the other side of the street, and the groom who was driving the car took the initiative to jump down from the wheel and asked him to get into the car.

Li Siye stepped on the wheel of the car with one foot, and as soon as the other foot left the ground, the yoke sank down violently, and even the hind hooves of the jujube red horse that was driving almost bent downward. The coachman was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to lead the horse, while looking at Li Siye with the eyes of a monster.

The soap-clothed guy standing on the ground was also startled, and put away the disrespectful expression on his face.

He coughed embarrassedly, slowly lifted the curtain, and was always on guard against swords, guns, swords, and halberds shooting out of it, but fortunately it was just a false alarm. Inside, a man in a dark green round-necked robe sat kneeling, making a gesture of invitation to Li Siye.

Li Siye also knelt upright in front of this person, and his hands learned to put him on his knees.

"A certain is the long history of the prince's inner and lower mansions, and spring is common."