Seeing that Gu Jiaming and the others had left, the other two quickly moved, no matter what they were going to do, they couldn't stay here anyway, they had to do things quickly to make money.
Bai Qiyun was dragged away by his uncle, turned around every three steps, looked at where his playmate had gone, and after walking a few steps, shouted loudly: "Mo Zeyang! I will win you!"
Mr. Mo turned his head and gave the other party a contemptuous look, "Impossible, because I have a father!"
Gu Jiaming happily touched his son's head, that's because you have a father! You don't have to be afraid of anything ╮(‵▽′)╭
The staff were all happy, and the kid should say: because he has a daddy!
His dad just knew to run after him!
The tea bag is going crazy: ah, why is the male god so cute? ?
Mo Yunqi hailed a taxi and went to the busiest street in Youkou Town.
The geographical location here is considered to be in the central area, and the population is very dense. Gu Jiaming was recognized by fans as soon as he got out of the car. Seeing him with his children, he was with Mo Yunqi, and there was a row of cameras behind him. They knew about this show Fans rushed up and asked enthusiastically: "Is Brother Ming recording a show? Where are you going? This kid is so cute!"
Gu Jiaming pinched her waist, very proud, "I smashed it!"
Mo Zeyou called auntie to the surroundings politely, and the cute voice of the little milk caused screams from all around.
The result of the celebrity effect is: a group of people followed behind Gu Jiaming!
When Mo Zeyang saw the cotton candy and balloons on the side of the road, he couldn't take his eyes off. Seeing the child's eyes, Mo always paid for them out of habit.
Gu Jiaming gave him a hand, "We only have two hundred yuan, and we still need to make capital, so don't buy it."
Mo Zeyang pulled his father's sleeve obediently, "I won't buy it, I will buy it when I make money."
The corners of Mo Yunqi's mouth curled up, and he squeezed his son's little hand, "It's okay, we can definitely make money, and I won't let you go hungry."
Boss Mo tied the giant panda balloon he bought around Mo Zeyang's waist, and said to Gu Jiaming with a smile, "Make a mark for him, so it won't be hard to find the lost child."
Mo Zeyang tugged on the rope worriedly, "Dad, will I be blown away when the strong wind comes?"
Gu Jiaming comforted him earnestly: "No, you're so fat that the wind can't blow you up." Her expression was super serious.
Mo Zeyang covered his heart with his little hand, it hurts!
The onlookers were almost laughing. This family of three has its own post-production "hahaha" dubbing function.
Mo Yunqi gave the marshmallows he bought to the two of them, one for each of them, as if they were raising them like sons. Gu Jiaming took the pink cotton candy and looked around at the people taking pictures of him. Should he eat it or eat it
ok, let's eat!
I can't be sorry for my mouth after spending all the money.
Gu Jiaming took a bite and handed it to Mo Yunqi habitually, "Try it, it's quite sweet."
Mo Yunqi smiled and wiped the corners of Gu Jiaming's mouth with his fingers, and said dotingly: "You eat, I don't eat sweets very much." As he spoke, he walked into the largest wedding photography shop here, holding one in each hand.
The photographer quickly followed, his face numb from choking on the dog food.
The staff hurried to catch up and reminded: "President Mo, our issue is about food, not marriage."
Mo Yunqi nodded, "I know." His expression was super calm, Mo was always right!
Five minutes later, Boss Mo led five couples who were going to have a wedding, and went to the big hotel next door. Behind him was a bunch of Gu Jiaming's fans. The guard at the door looked at the people behind him and was caught I was taken aback and thought it was someone who came to smash the store.
President Mo asked in a deep voice, "Is your boss here? Or a manager, as long as there is someone in charge."
The guard didn't dare to delay, and hurried to call the manager. When the other party came out, there were already more people gathered at the door, and there must be more than a hundred people.
Boss Mo shook hands with the other party, and said politely, "Hi, I want to discuss a business with you, is this convenient?"
"Talking about business?" At first, the uncle manager thought he was here to find fault, but when he heard about business, his eyes lit up. The uncle rubbed his thick hands, thinking that these people were all here for dinner, and said with a smile, "Please come inside, how many tables do you want?"
President Mo: "One hundred and eighty tables."
Hotel Manager: ⊙▽⊙
Fifteen minutes later, President Mo gave each of the five couples a contract with the hotel's stamp. The five couples booked a total of 180 tables of wedding banquets. Mr. Mo is well aware of the profits of the catering industry and the group purchase price, so he directly talked about the price at 3000 per table. He asked each new couple for a table of 3,300, and he made a difference of 300 yuan for one table, and 54,000 for 180 tables.
Not more than twenty minutes before and after.
The five couples and the manager of the hotel were holding their respective contracts, all smiling as if they had picked up a big deal, and they were very grateful to Mo Yunqi.
Director Team: 〣(Δ)〣
Boss Mo took the cash and looked at the time, it was half past ten. Woke up early in the morning, Gu Jiaming and Mo Zeyang didn't have a good meal, so he simply booked a private room, let them have a good rest, and had lunch by the way, "Order whatever you want, I'll go when the flowers are gone." earn."
Program staff: "..."
Kneel down!
I made 54,000 in just a short while, how can I record this show? I can't play anymore! !
Director Yang was also speechless, so he could only let the follow-up director discuss with Mo Yunqi, "Mr. Mo, you... the director doesn't count."
Only the director can be sold at critical moments!
Mo Yunqi raised his eyebrows, and asked seriously: "Why is it not counted? Is it not in compliance with the rules? Isn't it related to the food?" Mr. Mo ordered the table in front of him, meaning you can explain to me, what is not in compliance with the rules? Conform to the rules? This serious expression seems to say that if you can't explain well and give me a satisfactory result, I will fire you.
Following the filming director: "... On the contrary, it doesn't count anyway, it's what the director said."
Keep selling directors.
"Tsk!" Boss Mo was a little unhappy. One is one, and two is two. You can't deny it because he has completed it. Such a reneging behavior makes him dissatisfied. Can others blame him? It can only be said that the brain is not good.
The staff took a deep breath and summoned up their courage: "The director said that you have to do it, and the hard-earned money counts. The money counts as one or one thousand for you, and the money for meals has to be deducted from the thousand miles." .Because... because here you are the only one who can make money! Everyone else is an actor!" Even the filming director was embarrassed, and the tongue lingered when he said this.
To put it bluntly, Mo Yunqi can make too much money, Mo Zeyang is a bug in this rule, and his father's IQ is also a bug in this program. His IQ kills the program group in seconds, and the program group has no choice but to ask him more.
Originally, the program crew was most worried about Gu Jiaming. His unconventional character is a double-edged sword, which can attract people and embarrass others. From the current point of view, Gu Jiaming, who eats honestly, is too obedient. No
Gu Jiaming, who hadn't had any chance to show off, handed Mo Yunqi a cuttlefish ball, thinking about it, "It's okay, one thousand is one thousand, we're here to play, we can make money if we lose it, I'll help you this afternoon. "
After being coaxed by Gu Jiaming, President Mo's expression instantly softened, and he stopped fussing with the program crew.
After the family of three had a meal, Gu Jiaming went to the game store downstairs to play games for a while, and bought a toy for Mo Zeyang, and there were more than 600 yuan left.
This confirms a fact: Mr. Mo is responsible for making money to support his family!
Gu Yingdi and his father are responsible for spending money to prodigal!
Gu Jiaming stood at the door of a fried chicken shop, glanced at the people queuing outside, and said to Mo Yunqi: "The business here looks good, it should be delicious."
He sold fried chicken before, Gu Xiaoyao's biggest dream is to open a fried chicken shop!
Mo Yunqi narrowed his eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled Gu Jiaming, hugged Mo Zeyang, and went away.
After observing it, I found that it is fried and sold right now, and the kitchen and the window of the store are all connected, so you can see the situation inside from the outside. Because the small shop is a chain, semi-finished products are shipped from the headquarters in advance, and can be sold after a little processing. Fifteen minutes later, Gu Jiaming was wearing a chef's clothes and a chef's hat, and took the chef's place.
Raw materials cost ten yuan a catty, and the oil can be sold after a little cleaning. Boss Mo bought the boss fifty catties.
I rented this small shop again, and gave someone 100 yuan an hour, and the stove and oil shop provided it, so the 600 yuan was spent all at once.
President Mo's mission is: to settle accounts and collect money!
Mo Zeyang's task is: to attract customers!
"Auntie, do you want to buy my fried chicken? It's very delicious!"
"Uncle, buy a catty of fried chicken for Miss Sister, it only costs fifteen yuan per catty!"
"My sister can try a piece, the fried chicken made by my father is very delicious!"
Mo Zeyang's small mouth is very sweet, and he is not afraid of strangers. Barabara attracted many guests in a short time. When the guests saw Gu Jiaming's figure, they immediately became excited, buy! Must buy more! Eat a catty and get a catty, this is fried chicken made by a male god!
Some shouted: "I want a hundred catties!!!"
Gu Jiaming was amused, waved the big fork in his hand, and said with a smile: "Not for sale!"
The fans broke down, "What the hell?!"
"Because I can't eat it and waste it." Gu Jiaming refused with a smile, "Eating fried chicken is just to satisfy your gluttony. If you buy too much, you won't be able to eat it. At most, it will be three to five catties. If there is more, I won't sell it to you."
"Ahhh my male god is so warm!!!"
The boiling tea bag is scary, but Gu Jiaming is as beautiful as a fairy in everything she does.
Gu Jiaming frowned, and pointed out a line with a fork, "Don't make trouble, line up and don't block others from walking."
Tea bag group: "Okay~"
Very good!
The news that Gu Jiaming sells fried chicken here quickly spread, and the photos of General Mo's dazzling face and serious collection of money were also quickly posted on the Internet. There was a long queue.
In less than ten minutes, fifty catties of fried chicken were sold out, 50*15=750, not only earned back the six hundred, but also earned one hundred and fifty.
At this time, there are more and more people.
The owner of the small shop was dumbfounded, selling so fast
Mo Yunqi went to the boss again, "Is there any semi-finished fried chicken? Buy another three hundred catties and prepare two hundred catties. I will pay on credit. You should know the current situation. I will definitely sell them all for a penny." It won't hurt you."
If you have money, you don’t want to make money. The boss immediately took out one hundred and fifty catties of inventory, and let people go to other branches to borrow if there was not enough.
President Mo continued: "I'll hire you to do the work you usually do. It costs 20 yuan an hour. Do you want to do it?" This is based on the price of the local hourly workers, no more, no less, but the shop owner is idle It's also idle, there is no reason not to do it.
Sure enough, the shop owner took a boy and did it!
Mo Yunqi pulled Gu Jiaming to the front, wiped his face, and said with a smile, "You just sit here and just collect the money."
Then President Mo said that Gu Jiaming took the money, and Mo Zeyang sat on the table and ate while attracting attention.
Hang Chi Hang Chi is the original boss and buddy who work.
Program group: "..."
Can you still have fun? ?
Some of the other families were washing dishes, and some were helping the hotel kitchen. This family of three... It's not right to say that you don't need your hands to make money. Gu Jiaming has already done it just now. Let's talk about hard work to make money, but I really don't see where the hard work is. President Mo perfectly followed the hands-on rules this time, and no one could find any loopholes.
Seeing the thinking of the staff of the program group, Mo Yunqi nodded his head, and said gently: "Since you can make more money with your brain, why use your hands to make less money? Isn't the meaning of education just to let children Do you know how to earn money through your own labor? My education method is not based on brute force, but on brain."
Is it more resistant to sacks in business? President Mo rejected this method very much.
The program crew smiled helplessly, "But you... are taking advantage of Brother Ming's reputation, and it's agreed that the children will do it."
Mo Yunqi drank his saliva, and asked lightly: "Why can't he use his father's fame? Use everything that can be used, and get it under the condition of not breaking the law, committing crimes, harming social morality, being upright in three views, and not destroying righteousness." What I want, this is a businessman, a businessman with correct values. Mo Zeyang performed very well just now and attracted many guests. As his father, I am very pleased."
Mo Zeyang puffed out his chest, and was so happy to be praised. Every customer who came to buy got a sweet smile from him, and the cute customers wished they could hug him.
The program crew almost knelt down to Mr. Mo, speechless!
Director Yang hit his head on the lunch box in a breakdown, this show is unplayable!
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Boss Mo, who didn't know that he was driving the director crazy, looked at his watch, and the corner of his mouth twitched. It was still early, and he could do something else. It would be a good time to exercise his child's business acumen at this time.
President Mo picked up Mo Zeyang, "Jiaming, pack the money, let's go."