When the breakfast time was about to end, Yuan Zhou asked Zhou Jia to move out a box, but before the box was put down, the diners couldn't wait to ask questions.
"Boss Yuan, are you bringing out new wine?" the diner said, stretching his head.
"That is, what kind of wine is this time, and how much is served at one time?" This person is more concerned about the amount of wine.
"This box looks like it's going to be a lottery. There must only be five pots." A man in sportswear said firmly.
"That's right, what kind of wine is it this time?" Every new product released by Yuanzhou's store attracts people's attention.
"It's not wine, this is a suggestion box." Yuan Zhou silently pointed to the three big red letters on the box and said seriously.
"I know this. Boss Yuan has been collecting opinions these days. Did he ask us to write it and put it in?" Sportswear said naturally, as if the guess he just made was not his.
"You can tell me your opinions during non-business hours. If you want to write, please tell me first and then submit it. If you don't want to write, you can tell me directly." It was rare for Yuan Zhou to say such a long sentence in one breath.
"Why write it out if you can just say it directly?" The diner looked confused.
"This way we can fully respect your choice." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and said seriously.
"Uh..." The diner was speechless.
Since we respect our choice, why do we have to say it again before investing? Isn’t there only one choice? The diners looked at the suggestion box and were speechless.
"The business hours are here, we can do it now." Yuan Zhou was looking forward to it. This was the best idea he had ever thought of.
The goal is clear, the organization is clear, and you speak first and submit later, so that you can collect the necessary requests faster. Yuan Zhou silently praised his wit in his heart.
There was silence in the crowd for a while, and then a little girl asked, "Boss Yuan, is it okay to open a branch?"
"Forget it, please tell me." The corners of Yuan Zhou's mouth rose slightly by a centimeter.
"Then I hope Boss Yuan's business will be better in the future, so that he can open many branches." The little girl did not follow the routine at all.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou remained suspiciously silent for a moment before he said seriously.
"You're welcome." The little girl didn't understand Yuan Zhou's faint sadness at all, and left happily.
Yuanzhou felt that it was necessary to check whether this blessing was counted. After all, it was not a real request.
[Side mission] Collect one hundred requests for opening a branch. (undone)
(Task description: A chef who has not been asked to open a branch is not a good chef.)
[Task Progress]28/100
[Task reward] A Dongpo elbow recipe.
(Reward description: A major dish in Sichuan cuisine, a must-have for chefs.)
The system never disappoints, and the task progress really does not change.
Yuanzhou touched his forehead and thought carefully, whether the trick of Erkang Shou now would have any effect. After all, having one more finishing point would mean he would be one step closer to Dongpo's elbow.
However, Yuanzhou gave up the tempting idea of Er Kangshou after a while. After all, the little girl had gone far away. Of course, this was definitely not because of image issues.
"Boss Yuan, I think you should build your reputation." A man wearing a well-fitting suit said seriously.
"Don't listen to him, I think it's good now." However, not long after the man said it, he was drowned out by other diners.
Several diners were divided into two groups. One group told Yuan Zhou that the reputation of the shop was now very good, and the other group dragged the man in suit away for education.
"Tell me, what are your opinions here? There are too many people, and you still have a share of the meal?" the man in sportswear just said sadly.
"Boss Yuan is open for nine hours a day. He only sells one hundred soup dumplings in one hour in the morning, including those for his own consumption, which is usually ninety-six. Two hours at noon, three hours in the evening, and three hours in the evening. You Calculate where you are after there are so many people." Another diner reported Yuanzhou's business hours in detail.
After saying this series of words, the man in the suit finally came back to his senses and said, "Stop, I understand, I'll mention it again."
"Boss Yuan, I think you should increase your business hours." The man in the suit said smoothly as his mind was filled with time and time.
"Not now." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"Then open a branch and open it for nine hours." The man in the suit said smoothly.
"Sir, there are twenty-four hours in a day." Yuan Zhou looked at the progress of the increased tasks with satisfaction, but he did not forget to remind him.
"That's right, let's add some new dishes." The man in the suit thought he had a reliable idea.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded affirmatively.
"Is that one dollar honey white fungus still one dollar next time?" This is Ma Zhida, who is particularly persistent about the things he hasn't eaten.
"Not necessarily." Yuan Zhou planned to use his phone to shake next time, so he was not sure what number he would get.
"Why is this?" Mazhida asked curiously.
"We'll know it when it's launched." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.
After answering Ma Zhida, Yuanzhou continued to wait for the next person. Everyone might be able to help him complete the task, so Yuanzhou paid special attention to the words of the diners and implemented a policy of inducement when necessary.
On one side, Yuan Zhou was working hard to complete the task, while on the other side, Boss Zhao took Zheng Xing and Lin Cong to another car and returned to the police station.
"I'm back. I'm tired this night. When will I be done?" Lin Cong suddenly collapsed on his chair.
"It's coming soon. I heard that the snake is coming out of its hole." Boss Zhao said seriously at the police station, completely losing his sense of joking.
"When?" Zheng Xing also asked with a serious face.
"It will be tonight at the earliest." Boss Zhao looked at the two of them with a solemn tone.
"That's good, this cunning poisonous snake will finally be caught." Lin Cong sat up straight with a look of relief. The newcomer's aura on his face also faded away, and he looked shrewd.
"That's right, it's not in vain that we have been following him for so long." Zheng Xing also looked happy.
It turned out that these three people were actually policemen from the police station. No wonder they were so cautious in the morning and did not stop until the threat of Huang Ling was eliminated. However, the old woman's wish was in vain. The three people did not seem to mean to talk about Huang Ling.
Huang Ling, who came home early in the morning, didn't know this, but habitually packed the soaked rice and made porridge.
"Sister, you can just wash up and eat. I'm ready." A staggering figure came out of the room, and when he walked closer, he discovered that it was a boy with hair that was a little too long.
"You woke up so early, why don't you get more sleep?" Huang Ling took off her hat, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled slightly.
"Get up early and exercise for a while." The boy was still young and his voice was in the period of voice change, sounding very much like a duck.
"Well, don't be too tired. My sister can support you now." After Huang Ling said that, she walked into the small bathroom and started to wash up.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of water that the boy who was silent just now whispered "Thank you."
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