Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

In the evening, "Zhiyong Dessert House" was bustling with people.

Ye Xiaojiao put desserts on the table one after another, "This is tiramisu, this is the famous Black Forest cake. The authentic Black Forest cake uses a lot of cherries. The cakes in the store outside use chocolate chips, and then

To make it up as a black forest cake is really unskilled."

Give each of the girls a cup and say, "This is mango sago. They are all made from Taiwanese mangoes, not the big and tasteless Kate mangos."

Chen Jiachang said, "Xiaojiao, you are so awesome." He turned around and said, "Sun Buqi, I also want to learn baking. Please support an oven. I want to make a durian-flavored cake!"

Putting durian in the microwave, the picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.

Chen Zhiyong, "Jia Chang, if you want to eat desserts, come to the store; if you want to learn baking, please come to the store. All are free!"

Seeing his girlfriend's face, he quickly went over and apologized, "Honey, it's not really free. Keep all the money she spent in your account, and then multiply it by five times. Sun Buqi and I will pay the bill. We can't expose the pot, and we have to take advantage of the big family."

Ye Xiaojiao gave him a sideways glance, "You guys are in the same dormitory, so don't make random decisions."

Sun Buqi pretended not to hear the adulterer's conversation.

Li Xin looked at the bill and covered her mouth, "I've heard that there is a black shop in front of the door. The food is very expensive. This is it. A cup of sago costs 10 yuan, and you can buy half a chicken drumstick."

Chen Zhiyong spoke righteously, "Chairman Li, don't be too superficial. Our costs are high..."

Li Xin, "Mangoes cost one pound, and how much is a handful of sago worth?"

When she heard there was a party at the dessert shop, she came too.

Chen Zhiyong was heartbroken, "Look at the ceiling, wooden floor, and various small furnishings in the dessert house. They are all made with care and sincerity. Look at the beautiful waiters and handsome pastry chefs. Isn't it worth paying for?"

Li Xin laughed out loud, "Boss Chen, you didn't convince me to pay."

Chen Zhiyong patted his forehead and said, "Women don't need to be asked to pay. Men should be allowed to pay obediently."

Sun Buqi curled his lips and pointed around, "Half an hour after we arrived, only five couples and a pair of girls came in and made two transactions. It's strange that this kind of turnover rate is not a loss. There is no sales, just talking about profits.

It’s meaningless to seek fish by chance.”

Chen Zhiyong said angrily, "No matter how hard it is, you can't tear it apart! Apo, Adao, you two guys, don't bury yourself in the food, and help me beat the drum."

Adao said, "The price of a small cake is as much as the price of a big pot of pigeon porridge... Qilu, why don't we go and have porridge? I didn't even eat dinner when I received your text message to treat you."

A pot of pigeon porridge only costs RMB 0, and a small bowl can hold 15 bowls; a large pot costs RMB 10 more, and even if there are six people in a dormitory, it can sometimes be too much to finish.

A Yong became angry and said, "You have wiped out most of a big cake. How dare you say that? Well, let's go eat porridge."

Adao and Qilu are both good eaters. If they indulge in desserts, they will lose a lot of money. It is better to divert the trouble to the east and recover the losses for themselves.

The business of Domestic Pigeon Porridge is booming. Even if it is not the peak period, there is still a queue.

The guests had just left and the table was in a mess. Adao sat on it with a sharp sword and said, "Boss lady, clear the table. One shrimp and crab porridge, one eel porridge. Don't put onions and coriander, we will add them ourselves."

He doesn't eat green onions, A Yong doesn't eat coriander, and everyone else has to wait until the two of them have finished serving the rice before adding coriander and green onions to the pot.

Breathing the sea breeze, drinking beer, eating mutton kebabs, the atmosphere is full of business.

Chen Jiachang's eyes were bright and he whispered softly, "Brother, you haven't even brought me to such a wonderful place once!"

A Yong drank a glass of beer, and his face looked like a cooked shrimp, "Qilu, Jianghu comes to the rescue. One year's rent cost 50,000; decoration cost another 10,000. The monthly salary expense is almost 10,000, and the daily business

The amount is less than 00, and every day you open it, you will lose every day. I really can’t support it.”

He has a limited drinking capacity and is nicknamed "One Bottle Pour".

Ye Xiaojiao tugged on her boyfriend's sleeve, "Ayong is drunk, don't listen to his nonsense. The dessert shop is not promoting enough now, but things will get better in the future."

Sun Buqi pointed around, "No drinking, just eating porridge, which takes about 40 minutes; drinking and eating skewers, which takes about an hour. It opens from 7 o'clock to 2 o'clock in the morning, 7 hours, and the table turnover rate is at least 5. In the catering industry,

Unless you do high-end, private dishes, the turnover rate will not increase, and it will be difficult to make a profit. Desserts are very niche, and there is no soil around the school. I would say, transform as soon as possible."

Ye Xiaojiao disagreed, but the other party had a good reputation and it was difficult to refute.

A Yong said, "I also want to transform. How about turning into a Hong Kong tea restaurant?" He smiled at Chen Jiachang and said, "Classmate Jiachang, we are fellow villagers. Don't ignore death. Please advise your men to throw one for me."

Lifebuoy. You're fine. How about running the dessert shop with me? I'll give you half of the shares."

The dessert shop lost money for two months and lacked liquidity, so it had no choice but to bring in business partners to share the losses.

Sun Buqi said, "Starting from September, there will be the "Welcoming Party" of the fellow villagers' association, the "Newcomer Recruitment Party" of the club, and the farewell party of graduates; plus so many birthdays and various celebrations, there is no shortage of customers."

Ayong, "Let me think about it."

Ye Xiaojiao said, "Ayong, if you persist for a while, business will get better."

Opening a restaurant, smelling like copper, is such a market place; opening a dessert shop, being petty bourgeoisie.

Sun Buqi shrugged, "I haven't been in Haikou for a long time. If you, two brothers, have any questions, please feel free to contact Senior Sister Jiachang or Xu Lili."

As an apology and a drink, he drank six bottles of beer.

Li Xin seemed to have blended into the darkness and did not participate in the topics of the few people. Seeing Sun Buqi drinking so much, he remembered what happened last year again. He felt sad in his heart: Li Xin, Li Xin, you are a coward! If you take the initiative, you will be better later.

There are countless stories.

Abo came over and said, "Qilu, Adao and I want to start a small business. Graduation is about to begin, and many old students began to sell off their belongings, especially monitors and electric fans. In September, freshmen arrived at school and began to purchase these things again. A 17

A 1-inch Philips flat-panel monitor only costs 500 yuan now; by September, it can be sold for more than 700 yuan."

Monitors are too big and heavy to be shipped, so most of them are priced at a reduced price.

A new monitor costs at least RMB 100, and Philip's is even more expensive, almost 1,500 yuan. You can buy it for RMB 700. After four years, it will be handed over to the next generation of junior brothers and sisters. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?

Sun Buqi nodded, "You two write a plan: have an average price list of second-hand monitors in May and September in the past three years. How much money is needed, how much publicity resources, estimated profit, and then find Jiachang to get the money.

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Adao grimaced, "Qilu, don't be like this..."

Apo poked his waist and said, "You have a simple mind and well-developed limbs. You have learned from the past. If you don't want to be a companion, you'd better be obedient."

A Yong was furious, "You bad boy!" (To be continued)