Stir-fried Ms. Wang starts from Huanghe Road

"How is it over there in Zhuji?

Miss Wang complained,"Why is your taste so bad?""

"The workmanship and quality at Boss Ma's place are incomparable to those at Fan Xinhua's place, and Fan Xinhua's place is much better. Hu Bao disagreed,"

We have to give them opportunities to grow and believe they can make better products.""

"Is the business deal done?"

Ms. Wang pushed up her glasses and said,"The deal is done, but the other side can't handle so much goods, and the brand can't be popular."

Miss Wang opened her hands and counted them one by one,"If the quality is not good and the sales are not good, then there will be no reputation in Shanghai."

"If it is not famous, it is not a famous brand. If it is not a famous brand, it cannot obtain export quotas."

"If you can't get the indicators, you can't make money. Isn't this an endless cycle? Hu Bao was not worried at all,"

Famousness is the most useless to me. It's mainly an indicator.""

"As long as you help me get the quota, I can achieve a high reputation and good quality."

The two walked to the middle of Huanghe Road and looked at the fried chicken milk tea shop from the outside.

There was a long queue in front of the shop, which was more curved than the Jiuqu River.

The reporter walked up to take pictures and randomly interviewed customers.

Everyone who had eaten said It’s delicious.

Tao Tao brought over cut potato slices, as well as several large pots of marinated chicken legs and wings.

Miss Wang was envious when she saw it,"I’m making a lot of money!"

"I'm ready to open a branch."

Hu Bao walked out on crutches.

Miss Wang quickly followed.

"open a branch? Did you get your money back?

Hu Bao:"Milk tea shops have no technology at all. They need to take advantage of the popularity to open branches, seize the market, grab popularity and make money.""

Miss Wang didn't understand very well.

She returned the topic to Zhuji,"When will the contract be signed?"

"Did Fan Xinhua come to you?"

"Yes, I asked him to come back to me tomorrow.

Hu Bao:"The milk tea shop needs to open a branch, the stocks need to be divided, and Zhuji needs to give a deposit."

I can't spare so much money for Fan Xinhua at the moment."

Miss Wang saw a taxi and flagged down the taxi.

The two returned to the Peace Hotel

"Do you want to join a milk tea shop?

Ms. Wang:"Join and open a store together?" I can't.

Hu Bao:"You pay 20,000 yuan and let your family members come and be store managers to collect the money. I will provide the supply of goods and technology." Miss Wang took the water he brought and said,"I have no money. How can I have money?""

Hu Bao laughed.

This reminded him of a phenomenon. Our elders have always taught us that we should not reveal our wealth.

So Chinese people have developed the habit of crying about poverty. No matter how rich people are, they will tell others that they have no money.

Hu Bao:"At least you have A deposit of 20,000 yuan. Miss Wang pouted,"

I have invested in a milk tea shop, what should I eat?" Do you want to buy some clothes?"

"I support you."Hu Bao picked up what she said.

Miss Wang's eyes widened and she was dubious,"You put honey on your mouth, you can say anything. Seeing that Hu

Bao was about to speak again, Miss Wang pouted and said,"If I want to become a person like my master, I will not marry you.""

She was afraid that Mr. Bao was serious, and she didn't know how to accept it.

Mr. Bao had a lot of close friends, including Jin Fenghuang and Lingzi.

She didn't want to agree to him so quickly.

Miss Wang, who pouted, was very cute. Well.

Hu Bao doesn’t force her, some things can’t be rushed

"Only when money circulates can you make big money. Money begets money, and interest compounded.

You take out 20,000 yuan, and I will keep it for you to buy a new car after the Lunar New Year."

Miss Wang looked at Mr. Bao suspiciously.

She felt that Mr. Bao was the roundworm in her belly, and he knew everything she thought.

The phone in the room rang, it was Lingzi calling.

Lingzi:"There are too many guests. We can’t resist it, what should we do?"

Hu Bao:"Ask the chef from Ye Tokyo to help fry the food until it's half-cooked and then deliver it over."

"My chef in Tokyo will fry the chicken legs for you? It's also overkill."

Hu Bao:"If you pay the wages, it will be in vain if you don't use them."

Lingzi thought about it, and immediately called back to Night Tokyo and asked the chef there to help fry chicken legs and potato chips.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, before it got dark, Reiko and others closed the shop and returned to Night Tokyo.

It's not that they didn't want to Sell ​​more, but there is no material to sell.

Even the roasted milk is no longer sold.

"Now comes the happiest part."

Lingzi, Hongling, Miss Wang, Tao Tao and others gathered together to count the money.

Hu Bao and Uncle Ye sat over to help.

The large denomination bills in the handbag were poured out. Lingzi said:"Guess how much money there is?"

"ten thousand"

"five thousand"

"At least three thousand."

Hu Bao didn't guess. He knew it wouldn't be less than 10,000 yuan. It was indeed more than 10,000 yuan. Just a hundred-yuan bill alone was more than 5,000 yuan.

Later, Lingzi brought up two more large sacks and said,"These are all loose items here. money."

It's said to be loose money, but there are also a lot of hundred-yuan bills and fifty-yuan bills, and the most are twenty-yuan bills.

After working for a day and counting money without rest, Reiko's hands are sore.

Reiko laughed and said,"The first time I counted money, my hands cramped."

"This was also the first time I saw someone carrying money in a sack. Hong Ling smiled.

Hu Bao:"Now is the golden age. As long as the idea is in line with the needs of the people, you will make a lot of money.""

After another half an hour, the count was finally finished.

Reiko said with a smile:"Total, more than 23,000 yuan.""

"so much!"

"That’s 690,000 a month and 8.28 million a year!"

"This rate of making money is comparable to that of the Red Heron Hotel!"

"Lingzi, you should have been the famous woman on the Yellow River Road in 1993."

Lingzi shook her head slightly and said,"This money belongs to me alone."

"However, this rent, labor, and raw materials all require a lot of money. These are simply included in the cost."

She meant not to divide the accounts.

My uncle knew that this was not how the accounts were calculated. If we really calculated it, the 20,000 yuan would be almost recovered.

He looked at Mr. Bao and saw that Mr. Bao did not say anything.

My uncle knew that, This Lingzi won't separate her even if she doesn't want to, she will kill Mr. Bao.

Mr. Bao's debt of favor has been repaid, but this woman still owes her debt.