Life is a Game

Since killing Yang Li's chicken, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that the loyalty of the employees in the lobby has increased a little, especially that Qi Rou's loyalty has jumped from 66 to 79, so fast that Jiang Feng even doubted Does she have any deep hatred with Yang Li?

The opening of Taifeng Building did not cause much repercussions among ordinary people in Beiping, but it caused an uproar in the food industry, mainly because of Ji Xue's Watan Huadiao Chicken. A week's worth of bookings were made in just one day, and those who didn't arrive were all beating their chests and hating their slow response. They even got a lot of premium membership cards. Wang Xiulian was smiling when counting the turnover every day. everything is normal.

Xia Mubing fulfilled her greatest wish in this life. On the first night when she moved back to Fenyuan, not only Zhang Guanghang, but even Jiang Feng and the others were a little worried that he would be relieved and go west because of his last breath.

Fortunately, what they were worried about didn't happen. Xia Mubing was in a good state and even had the energy to scold people. According to the nurse, he was calling and scolding people early in the morning. It's not clear who was scolding, but across the room The door can be heard, full of air.

He can still be interested in calling and cursing people, it seems that the state is really good.

When Zhang Guanghang and Jiang Feng talked about it during the lunch break, Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

For a moment, Jiang Feng thought of the old man.

"It seems... Mr. Xia's spirit is really good!" Jiang Feng didn't know what words to use to describe it.

Today is the third day of opening, and the business is not bad compared to the previous two days. The reporters who were invited during the opening of the store sent out the fast-paced online editorial articles, and the recommendation positions of a certain group and a certain commentary were also paid for. The advertising effect was good and attracted many new customers.

As for whether those guests can stay, it depends on the ability of Taifeng Building.

Judging from the increase in the number of ordinary membership card applications in the past few days, the customer retention is still good.

"My master's temper is like this. He has a straight temper. He doesn't give anyone face. He speaks with a knife and a bean curd heart. He speaks unreasonably and unforgivingly. He is not likable, and he is not willing to please others." Zhang Guanghang laughed.

"It's the same for you?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

He didn't have much contact with Xia Mubing, and they met on a few occasions, but Xia Mubing's attitude towards him was also kind, unlike the old man with a weird temper that Zhang Guanghang and others talked about.

"Master treats you differently." Zhang Guanghang said, as if thinking of something, "Taifeng Tower is also his memory, and you are also his memory. Memories are always very beautiful, aren't they?"

"That's right." Jiang Feng nodded in agreement.

Sun Jikai is taking a rest today, and it is said that he is going to move. He had been living in a hotel before, and today he was going to move to a rented house. The most coincidental thing is that the rented house and the house rented by Jiang's family are in the same community, so they might be able to commute to get off work together in the future.

Jiang Feng was about to discuss with Zhang Guanghang about their going to Fenyuan to see Xia Mubing tonight, when Xia Mubing's nurse called.

After the chat was terminated, Zhang Guanghang answered the phone first.

The nurse spoke loudly, and Jiang Feng could clearly hear what the nurse said when he was sitting next to Zhang Guanghang.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Xia asked you to come over now." The nurse said loudly on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong with my master?" Zhang Guanghang was a little nervous.

"Everything is fine, Mr. Xia. I was still on the phone when I came out of the room just now. I just asked you to come over now. It seems that two lawyers came in this morning. I don't know what's going on." The nurse road.

"Okay, I'll go over now." Zhang Guanghang hung up the phone.

"You go there first. If you have a lot of things to do, you don't need to come over at night. We just take your menu off the shelf." Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Guanghang nodded, took his phone and left.

Ji Yue was sitting at a table not far from them, drawing sketches and admiring Zhang Guanghang's face up close. Seeing that Zhang Guanghang had left in a hurry, she put down the brush in her hand and walked towards Jiang Feng.

"Why did Zhang Guanghang leave? He only works half a day today?" Ji Yue asked.

"Mr. Xia has something to ask him, he went to Fenyuan first." Jiang Feng noticed that Ji Yue was drawing a draft beside him, and asked, "Why don't you use a digital tablet?"

"It's not the manuscript, it's the manga of Taifeng Building." Ji Yue said, "I showed it to you before, I remember that Zhang Guanghang brought up the idea. I searched it, and there are really some in foreign countries. The restaurants do this kind of publicity, and the cartoons they draw are quite good-looking, and some restaurants even have merchandise and mascots. I have a rest this month and don’t receive drawings, so I just mess around.”

Jiang Feng didn't expect Ji Yue to be interested in this matter, and he also became concerned: "How is it, do you have a clue?"

Ji Yue shook her head, exactly the same as when she was rushing to draft.

"No, I don't know what to draw at all, and I don't know what style to draw. The main reason is that I have never drawn comics and I can't think of a plot. I just draw whatever I want. Maybe someday I can come up with a perfect As Ji Yue spoke, she began to dream, "Then the comics I drew became popular, and they became popular all over the world, earning tens of millions a year, becoming a beautiful cartoonist, marrying rich and handsome, and embarking on life peak!"

Jiang Feng: ...

Ji Yue's characteristic of dreaming is really suitable for being a cartoonist.

"What kind of plot do you want, do you want me to think with you?" Jiang Feng asked.

"You? Forget it, Wang Hao and I think about it together. I don't know what the plot is, but it has to be related to Taifeng Tower! Your restaurant was handed down from the Republic of China. Is there any ups and downs?" Is it a love story, or a conspiracy story about fighting for power for my staff?" Ji Yue's eyes lit up, "Taifeng Building has been open for so many years, there must be some stories? Do you know any more interesting stories?"

Jiang Feng was taken aback.

Seeing Jiang Feng's expression, Ji Yue was immediately excited, and said, "Did you think of something?"

"I thought of something, but it wasn't the story of Taifeng Tower," Jiang Feng said.

"what is that?"

"It's a story about dishes."

"Dish?" Ji Yue thought for a while, "We are restaurant promotional cartoons, and there seems to be nothing wrong with drawing dishes, but what kind of stories can there be in dishes? I don't know how to cook, let me draw you cooking or learning how to cook. I guess no one reads the comics."

Ji Yue didn't lie, she worked in a healthy cooking restaurant for almost a year, and she only learned to eat and recognize ingredients. In theory, it's Mount Everest, but in practice, it's the Tarim Basin.

"I'm not sure if I can draw comics. Let me tell you first. It's the story about the wonton bowl I made that you said was so unpalatable that you would cry when you ate it." Jiang Feng recalled the first thing he saw about Jiang Huiqin. And Li Mingyi's memory, organized the language.

"My aunt, her name is Jiang Huiqin..."