Grenville Harper was in a nervous mood in the carriage, like a prisoner about to be executed, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The more I think about the recent performances of the "King of New York" Chen Yigeng, he is like a chill falling into an ice cave.

Could he have shot himself all of a sudden?

Will he use that very advanced horse card to push his head against his own door and force himself to overdraw his connections? Or do you simply let yourself line your fanny upside down, grab and squeeze your last penny?

This is a necessary concern, after all, these are crazy times.

Perhaps an ordinary criminal does not have the strength to force him to be such a well-traveled communicator.

But the problem is that Chen Yigeng is a madman.

In a state of panic, the carriage followed the tall horse in front of him to Carnell Street.

Carnell Street and Wall Street are both the main streets of Lower Manhattan, about 1.6 kilometers apart, which is not too far.

Zhao Chuanxin in front raised his hand, the driver stopped, turned around and knocked on the window.

Grenville Harper straightened his back, his hands gripping the collar of his suit, and clutching the folds.

This is not possible in normal times, because he pays a lot of attention to his appearance and dress.

The back of his pale hand had three tendons bulging.

Some reluctantly got out of the carriage.

On the street ahead, there is a unique horse-drawn carriage.

The carriage had only one window, which was open and had a visor on top, and a table made of maple was supported underneath.

In addition, there is also a sign made of walnut that reads - Starlight Fast Food.

Here are a few rows of small print: lobster sandwich, chicken sandwich, falafel......

There were a lot of people lined up outside, including workers wearing suspenders with William Hu, white-collar workers with blazers on their arms, and Chinese wearing Chinese coats with long braids......

Zhao Chuanxin handed the reins to the coachman: "Show me the horse." ”

The driver didn't know Zhao Chuanxin's identity, and rolled his eyes: Why?

Westerners are like this, even if they work for the boss and the boss does the work, as long as it is not their own business, they don't bring a hand to help them do anything or something.

Not to mention an outsider?

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened, and he handed the reins to the coachman: "Dog, if my horse runs away, Lao Tzu will break your leg today." ”

The coachman was not angry, but looking at Zhao Chuanxin's figure, he didn't dare to say anything when he scolded.

Grenville Harper was taken aback: "It's important to look at the horse and do it seriously." ”

The driver was confused: Why is it important?

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand grabbed Grenville Harper's arm: "Let's go, let's line up." ”

Grenville Harper was curious about the food truck, but with his net worth, he must have eaten in a decent place like a restaurant, so he frowned.

But I dare not refute it.

but habitually despised in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the end of the line.

He fumbled in his pocket, took out the cigarette case, and found that only the last cigarette was left.

"Did you bring a cigarette?"

"Brought it."

Zhao Chuanxin took a look, it was a camel brand, took one and put it on it, and put the rest in his pocket.

Grenville Harper: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "Do you have cigars?" ”

"There's one more."

He thought about it and took it out anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched it, pretending to mumble inadvertently: "When I shot, I only smoked cigars, and it happened that the cigars on my body were gone." ”

"......" Grenville Harper's face changed dramatically.

You haven't killed in days, have you?

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "What do you think of the business of this food truck?" ”

Grenville Harper thought about it seriously: "It's new, convenient, and fast, but it's not ......decent to be a gentleman to line up here."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Let's just say that this food truck will make money?" ”

Grenville Harper looked at the queue: "Yes!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

Soon there were two people in line.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the boss of the dining car, this is an honest Chinese, with eight-character eyebrows, quite festive.

He fumbled through his pocket, took out a seven-cent coin and handed it over: "A lobster sandwich." ”

Grenville Harper's mouth opened slightly: Come all the way and buy one?

He coughed, took out the banknote and handed it over: "No, let's have three more." ”

"How can this make you spend money?" Zhao Chuanxin was embarrassed, coughed and said, "Since all the flowers have been spent, let's have six more, three is not enough to eat." ”

“……”

The Chinese boss listened to it funny, but tried his best to endure it.

He used Chinese to talk about it: "Sir, this New York is really the land of phoenixes, but as long as there is no white pressure, we Chinese people can thrive." ”

Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "You are Li Xiling's relative? ”

The man raised an eyebrow.

In this one-third of an acre, there are only a handful of people who dare to call Li Xiling by his name.

"Yes, sir, dare to ask for your name?"

"Let's call me Chen Yigeng."

Chen ...... Chen Yigeng? "The man's hand trembled, and the knife and shovel almost fell off." Oh, Mr. Chen is here, how can he collect money? Little Wuzi, return the money quickly. ”

Grenville Harper didn't know why, but saw that the other party actually took out the money just now from the money box and was about to return it.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to stop them and winked at them: "No need, didn't you see this white man spending money unjustly?" You don't understand the amorous return to him, can he be happy? ”

The man laughed: "It's extreme." ”

Zhao Chuanxin asked, "How's the business?" ”

"Thanks to Mr. Chen, the food truck business is very good, and I won't need to build a big house in New York by this time next year! Mr. Chen really invented a good business, how did Mr. Chen's mind grow? ”

At this time, the idle guy named Xiao Wu was fiddling with a steam coffee machine, which made a sharp whistling sound and spewed water vapor.

At this time, New York was not so hot, and the water vapor immediately condensed on the glass.

In a foreign country, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly had a feeling of eating at an early stall in China.

In English, he said, "I don't have to look for the rest of the money, give us two cups of coffee, sugar and milk." ”

"Gotcha! Give Mr. Chen a full, high, coffee with a sharp point! ”

This boss is also a wonderful person.

After grabbing a sandwich and coffee, Zhao Chuanxin and Grenville Harper left and sat down on a nearby bench after being warmly greeted by the boss.

Zhao Chuanxin said while eating: "Well, the taste is really good, it is rare in the sky, but it is difficult to find on the ground." ”

Grenville Harper tasted it, although the taste was not bad, but what Zhao Chuanxin said was too exaggerated.

He asked, "Do you know the owner of the food truck?" ”

"Recognize, see the sign, Starlight Fast Food. I opened the Starlight Catering Company. ”

"......" Grenville Harper suddenly realized.

But is it really good for you to sell melons like this?

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of piping hot coffee, the mellow liquid swirled around the tip of his tongue, the heat decreased slightly, and he smacked down.

"What do you think the future holds for this kind of catering?"

Grenville Harper stopped chewing, "You just want me to find someone to invest in this?" ”

"Yes, there are good projects, and the first thing that comes to my mind is my best friend, which is you."

Grenville Harper was immune to Zhao's words.

He bowed his head and muttered: "In the current economic downturn, this sandwich is only 7 cents, and if the profit is considerable, it is indeed very profitable." ”

Zhao Chuanxin is not afraid of divulging trade secrets: "Half earns." ”

Grenville Harper raised an eyebrow: "How many food trucks do you have?" ”

He also thought that this was directly operated by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin explained to him the form of joining.

Then he said: "If you have that kind of customer who has a lot of money, you can introduce investment, and theoretically speaking, you can join as many cars as you want." ”

Grenville Harper's eyes narrowed, "However, this kind of food truck can be replicated. ”

As long as others learn, you won't be recruited, right?

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Do you know the food truck gang?" I can tell you very responsibly that within a year, if there is any food truck on the streets of New York City that does not belong to Xinghui Catering Company, if it can work until the next day, I will lose, and I will use the personality of 'Chen Yigeng, the king of New York', to vouch for it! ”

Fighting against Rockefeller, I didn't learn anything else, but I was serious about monopolizing Zhao Chuanxin.

Grenville Harper gasped.

Like Rockefeller, it's a big tree.

But Zhao Chuanxin's Xinghui Catering Company looks like it can only be a small fight.

The two seem to be incomparable, and the people who run food trucks are generally not even middle-class homes, so no one should sue Rastar Catering Company.

But he calculated an account, for each food truck, Zhao Chuanxin earns a food truck money, a franchise technology money, and a daily supply of semi-finished raw materials, once the food truck is all over New York, the daily income will add up to be very scary.

Especially in the current economic downturn in the United States, a large number of people are industrial, and in food, clothing, housing and transportation, only what they eat is what they need, and the food in the dining car is good and cheap......

The reputation of the "King of New York" can ensure that no one dares to make a mistake.

Joining this kind of business practice, Grenville Harper heard it for the first time, and he was shocked: "What a calculation! ”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You must have misunderstood me and thought that I was trying to blackmail you." But in fact, I am really kind enough to provide reliable investment projects for my friends. ”

Grenville Harper asked, "Who came up with this franchise model?" What a genius! ”

Nowadays, those who open chain stores are generally directly operated from the top down.

"Me!"

Grenville Harper was maddened with jealousy.

Why does this puppet have such a mind?

How unjust was God to open one window to him and another?

Seeing his look, Zhao Chuanxin knew that the matter was half done.

He had to strike while the iron was hot: "I said, we're friends." You must think that helping me find customers is a waste of work, but it is not. There is a word in our company called 'salesman'. You recruit franchisees for Xinghui Catering Company, and you have a commission. A food truck franchise commission of at least 10 yuan, if you have the ability to recruit more than 10 franchisees, then congratulations, you have a side hustle, you will become a regional manager, the regional supply of ingredients and commissions, you can make a lot of money. ”

Grenville Harper was repressed again.

This money is as easy as a strong wind.

He even dared to shout that he could recruit ten franchisees a day. 100 yuan a day, 3,000 yuan a month. Coupled with the regional manager's commission, it's a bit scary!

And the business model that Zhao Chuanxin said, it is foreseeable that those salesmen will go crazy and recruit franchisees to earn commissions. And the same is true for the regional manager, who will go crazy to train the salesman.

It is very possible that the Xinghui Catering Company will spread like a flu all over New York, and even the surrounding towns, and even the whole country.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that his face was flushed and could understand his mood.

After all, he has seen how various franchise brands have quickly swept the north and south of the country and occupied the national market in those years.

The point is, Grenville Harper is a good communicator, and he has connections.

He snorted and said, "You're really going to give me a regional manager?" ”

Don't be in a hurry, it's like a "mmmm-huh film" without foreplay, you will get tired of watching too much.

There are so many grumpy old men who come up and scold me.

The author is an old man who still has heart disease in Bensi, please bear with me slowly.

Usually, when I don't have the strength to add more, I don't even consciously open my mouth when I ask for a ticket.

But there were still a few warm-hearted readers lining up to vote. Sometimes the ashamed want to say to you: Forget it.

For the sake of you, you have to try to explode once or twice a month, isn't it?

I wish you all a happy life and may your weather be sunny and windy.

(End of chapter)