The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a circle of people gathered outside. With this group of villains who looked like bandits, passers-by had to stay away. Can they do business?

He waved his hands like shooing away flies: "Go, go, leave two people at a time to stand in line, while the rest watch from a distance."

Second Smith wondered: "Boss, what is a trustee?"

"The atmosphere team is called Tuo, pretending that our business is booming."

When everyone thinks about it, it is true.

Zhao Chuanxin laid out the things and put them on the shelves.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and forgot to make a pictorial.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are his must-have items. He immediately took a pencil and paper, spread them out, and started the humanoid printer. With his wrist shaking rapidly, he quickly drew a sketch of the sandwich and wrote the name and price below.

Rebecca Levy watched in amazement as he painted.

There seems to be nothing he can't do.

Zhao Chuanxin said while painting: "When you are working, don't forget to keep an eye on the surroundings for me. If there are police following you, let me know."

He temporarily subdued the New York police, but what happened to Charles Baker told him that if he died one day, it would definitely not be on the battlefield, but because of his carelessness and capsize in the sewers of Jingzhou.

After finishing the painting as quickly as possible, Zhao Chuanxin handed the painting out and asked Big Smith outside to hang it up.

Listed for business!

Zhao Chuanxin saw passers-by looking at him curiously, but no one paid any attention.

Rebecca Levi was a little panicked: "Boss, are we just going to wait forever?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Why panic, it's up to me. Big Smith, you two will do an impromptu performance and pretend to be customers queuing up."

Poor Smith, this strong black man couldn't stand still.

Let’s not talk about the performance, but when it comes to this, even if you queue up, you don’t look like customers, but like fugitives looking around furtively.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care so much, so he put on his apron and said, "Rebecca, please see what I do."

With that said, he turned on the stove, heated the iron plate, spread oil, held a spatula in both hands, and quickly tossed the lobster tail.

The aroma opens things up and floats in the wind.

Some passers-by twitched their noses and looked over in surprise.

Zhao Chuanxuan had already packed the sandwich in brown paper and handed the sandwich to Big Smith.

The two took the sandwiches, breathed a sigh of relief as if they had accomplished their mission, and then ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin said "Hey": "I haven't paid yet."

Why are you making trouble with me if you don't do the whole show?

"..." Big Smith ran back again, took out the money, threw it away, turned around and ran away, as if the money was hot to his hands.

At this time, a passerby came over, looked at the illustrated magazine, and looked at Big Smith who was hurried away: "Bring me a lobster sandwich."

Rebecca Levy was so embarrassed that she didn’t know where to put her hands.

And Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Okay."

Skillfully, he made another serving.

Because the bread needs to be heated in the oven, the aromas of bread and lobster are intertwined and spread out.

Avenue A is very busy. We just finished here and two more customers came.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Abraham Cohen, who had come over to work as a caretaker, and the two of them cleverly lined up behind the two customers.

As a result, the team increased to four people.

Strangely enough, no one wants to try something new when there is no one around.

Once the queue forms, pedestrians flock to it.

Rebecca Levy discovered that there were three more.

The team quickly grew to 8 people.

Abraham Cohen said cleverly: "It tastes great. I'll come back later."

"What are you here for?" Zhao Chuanxin put on an apron, waved a shovel, and said loudly and boldly: "Everyone can buy it once per meal. Get out of here after buying it, don't delay the customers behind you."

Rebecca Levi was taken aback and whispered: "You will scare away customers."

"You know nothing. This is called hunger marketing. Just look at whether they are hungry or not." Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully.

His attitude gradually deteriorated.

A fat man said: "Add more bread, add more lobster, add more sauce."

Zhao Chuanxin said fiercely: "Why don't you just say two copies?"

The people in line behind laughed.

Rebecca Levy was surprised to find that people queuing up here to buy sandwiches actually liked this.

She doesn't understand what positioning is.

When doing business on the street, if you are polite and considerate like Haidilao, people will be at a loss what to do.

People who come here to buy food are looking for convenience and cheapness.

The best thing is to make friends with the whole neighborhood and make it a habit for them to come to buy food every day.

Friends are not polite to each other.

A French girl, wearing a bright parasol, light makeup, heavy makeup, and diamonds between her teeth, walked up to her and said with a smile: "Sir, give me one..." "

The elongated sound made the man behind him shiver, his eyes never leaving his buttocks.

This is a nightclub on Avenue A, a gold digger girl from France who brings exquisite and trendy amorous skills.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said: "Listen to me, madam, you are here to fill your stomach, not to fill your stomach. Let me ask you, what kind of sandwich do you want?"

The French girl rolled her eyes at him and said with a smile: "Chicken sandwich, although you are handsome, you are very rude."

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile while doing it: "Thank you Ang, your compliments have simply warmed my heart throughout the four seasons."

Giving money and getting sandwiches, the French girl was very charming. When she saw Zhao Chuanxin's movements, his tendons were bulging, she said, "I'm at the end of the street. I don't charge you for coming. We serve each other."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her age, she was probably less than twenty, and he said cheerfully: "Girl, I am already over thirty years old, do you lack father's love?"

"..."

The French girl held an umbrella and walked away.

Rebecca Levy cooed in a mosquito voice: “Eyes straight.”

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin's sharp ears heard: "Don't get me wrong, I just blink more often."

"..."

"It's your turn."

When it was her turn to play, Rebecca Levi felt her scalp numb when she looked at the long queue outside: "I...don't want to look at it anymore."

"Look at this shit, come here."

Rebecca Levi came over, and Zhao Chuanxin took off her apron and put it on her head: "Turn around and I will tie it for you."

He couldn't help but pull her back and forth to arm her.

It was so overbearing that Rebecca Levi was unable to resist even if she wanted to.

Zhao Chuanxin stood beside him: "I'll give you a hand, don't panic, just do it and it's over."

Rebecca Levi wanted to fill in the condiments, and Zhao Chuanxin handed it to her.

Wanting to squeeze some sauce, Zhao Chuanxin handed it over.

Wanting to bake bread, Zhao Chuanxin took it...

Anyway, I have everything I want.

It saves Rebecca Levy from having to rush around. After making a few sandwiches, she becomes proficient at it.

Gradually, she relaxed.

The man outside looked at it and thought, oh, this woman is tall and sexy, with skin as fair and delicate as milk. She is more than one level higher than the French romantic girl just now...

It is inevitable that there will be some mouth-splitting.

"Sister, when you get off work, I'll buy you a drink..."

Rebecca Levi lowered his head first, and then instinctively looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the stool at this time, and he gave her a rare good look, baring his teeth and smiling at her to encourage her.

Rebecca Levi, who had always been reprimanded, somehow gained confidence: "Sorry, I will be very tired after get off work and don't want to drink. Here is your sandwich, 7 cents."

Gradually, she became more comfortable handling this kind of sound.

Zhao Chuanxin also gradually let go and let her handle everything by herself.

She was so busy that she didn't realize that Zhao Chuanxin simply got out of the dining car and went outside to smoke.

Abraham Cohen came over secretly again: "Boss, how about it? I'm right, she is the most suitable candidate."

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal: "Let's take a look."

Big Smith looked at Changlong: "Boss, I didn't expect it to be so popular."

"It's just curiosity and herd mentality. This kind of food truck has never appeared in New York. Once everyone gets used to it, there won't be so many people queuing up."

This is true at all times and in all countries.

Abraham Cohen is gearing up: "When Rebecca becomes more proficient, we can do a big job and let franchisees come to visit and learn."

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin: "Abraham, you should go to Chinese restaurants more often to find chefs. The taste should be constantly improved and new ones should be introduced from time to time, but the dishes should not be too complicated and should be mainly fast food."

Abraham Cohen curiously asked: "Why do we need Chinese chefs?"

"Because the skills of Western chefs are too fashionable, and the food you Westerners make is too crude."

Abraham Cohen is not convinced: "Western food also has delicious taste."

"Ketchup, salad dressing, pepper and salt, right? Got it, let's go look for a Chinese chef."

"..."

I’m not looking down on them, Western cooks are really good at it.

Their greatest contribution is to standardize catering.

For example, French chefs quantify how many ingredients and seasonings they use in each dish. The most particular ones even use a scale to measure.

They pay more attention to presentation and taste.

But this is just this advantage, and it is incomparable to the skills of Chinese cooks.

Zhao Chuanxin has eaten a lot of Western food, but the taste really doesn't surprise him.

Never had.

Later, "white people's food" became popular for a period of time, focusing on small portions, bland and vegetarian food.

For example, lettuce wraps with mustard sauce as a work meal.

There is a group of brain-dead Chinese people trying to imitate it. Maybe if they see them eating shit, they will find it delicious.

This kind of food can cause depression in people.

The queue outside the dining car may be longer or shorter, but there is always a constant flow of diners.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Abraham and Big Smith, you can take people back to work. They will be responsible for recruiting franchisees in their respective areas. Someone will bring them here to visit and inspect."

Big Smith scratched his bald head: "Boss, what should we do specifically?"

Before, I only fantasized about how to make money in the future, but it was difficult to do it in practice.

"Print advertising flyers, distribute leaflets, create psoriasis in the city, find acquaintances...train your staff well. They are all salesmen. They must be quality, polite, and learn while doing it. Every franchisee you recruit has a lot of money. Commission. By the way, find Li Xiling and ask him to arrange a food truck in Chinatown. This kind of law-abiding, hard-working and wealthy business is most suitable for us Chinese."

A qualified boss does not do much himself, but he must know what to ask his subordinates to do.

Big Smith has a direction.

Zhao Chuanxin painted the pie: "We will break even within one month and recover the capital, and make a profit in two months. Gentlemen, we will become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!"

Abraham Cohen smiled bitterly: "Boss, is it so easy to make money?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "I don't know anything else, but the franchise-based catering industry may be easier than you think."

Everyone dispersed.

Zhao Chuanxin took a stool and sat on the roadside, watching Rebecca Levi busy and listening to the chatting of the people in line.

"Look at today's newspaper. I, Cao, the King of New York, has such a loud voice!"