The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

The other employees of Zhijie No. 12 shop had already left work, but Xu Wencai remained in the office. Through the glass of the window, he looked at the brightly lit shop in Su Haoran, and felt a touch of melancholy in his heart.

Today's turnover is more than 31,000 yuan. On average, each table has 4 rounds of customers. This is almost the limit for a hot pot restaurant with less than 30 tables.

It should have been a proud achievement, but Xu Wencai was not happy at all at this moment.

Regardless of the amount of turnover, except for discount coupons, free drinks, etc., the profits are pitifully small. That’s how it is doing catering. At first, in order to gather popularity, there was not much money to make.

Fortunately, this competition is about turnover, not profit.

The hot pot restaurant opposite Su Haoran also has almost 30 tables. It stands to reason that no matter how good his business is, the two companies will compete with each other at most, and the difference will not be too big.

But it was about to one o'clock in the morning, his side had been closed for more than an hour, but Su Hao was still full of guests.

This made Xu Wencai feel extremely heartbroken.

In the middle of the night, why are so many people eating hot pot?

If you want to eat supper, why don’t you go for barbecue, barbecue, or food stalls? What kind of hot pot do you have to eat?

Even if you want to eat hot pot, there are so many hot pot restaurants in Xilin, why do you have to squeeze into Su Haoran?

Is there an elixir in his hot pot?

Xu Wencai really didn't understand.

He has more than ten years of experience in catering management, and this time he used his best. If this is to lose to Su Hao Ran, a layman, it can only be said to be a destiny arrangement.

Suddenly his phone rang, and Xu Wencai felt a chill in the vest when he saw that it was the manager of the catering department.

"Manager Hu," Xu Wencai answered the phone and said cautiously, "You haven't slept at this late hour?"

"Can you sleep?" A slightly angry voice came from the other end of the phone, "I heard that Su Hao Ran is still open?"

"Yes, I'm still in the store, watching."

"This is your fault, why don't you arrange late night shifts?"

Xu Wencai's heart fell sharply. Can you blame me? Who can think that there will be so many people eating hot pot in the middle of the night?

"Hurry up and arrange it for me tomorrow. We are going to be open all night," Manager Hu said. "Also, the publicity you get is not good, it has no style at all."

Xu Wencai: ...Didn't you agree with it at the beginning? If you deny me, you are denying yourself!

However, he can only talk about this in his heart, confronting Manager Hu face to face, unless he wants to leave immediately.

"I contacted a new media company to help us repack and promote it. Come back to the store at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. You are responsible for the reception. If you ask for it, please don't hesitate to cooperate."

"I know Manager Hu."

Xu Wencai hung up the phone, feeling very emotional, the new media companies are here, this time the boss's handwriting is not small.

Did he really want to beat his son that way?

In this way, even if you win, you are still bullying the small with the big ones. What's the point?

But these things are beyond his control. The only thing he can do is his work.

Su Hao Ran didn't send away the last batch of guests until four in the morning. Xu Wencai was so sleepy that he fell asleep in the office.

When I woke up the next day, the accountant responsible for accounting for the two hot pot restaurants had already prepared yesterday's report.

"37,000?"

Seeing Su Haoran's turnover, Xu Wen knew that he had lost the first day. The turnover was 6,000 yuan, and the profit was even worse.

It was only the first day, and the days later were still growing, so he comforted himself.

The people of the new media company moved quickly, and various propaganda offensives were launched before noon.

In the WeChat of the citizens of Xilin City, various circles of friends about Zhijie No. 12 store were madly forwarded, and various gourmet public accounts and Weibo big V accounts were also sparing no effort to promote them.

A popular food anchor in Xilin City also came to the store early, set up a mobile phone and started broadcasting live on the table full of exquisite dishes.

In just a few hours, the popularity of Zhijie No. 12 shop has reached an unprecedented height, and it is estimated that few people will be able to surpass it in the future.

With this fierce propaganda offensive, it was only six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost full.

And there is a beautiful girl who eats and broadcasts, and many young people come here admiringly.

Seeing this scene, Xu Youcai suddenly relaxed, and felt that hope was overwhelming the other side today.

Still the current marketing methods are powerful.

Of course, the money is also spent pretty hard.

"Hey, there is a newly opened hot pot restaurant here, go check it out."

At this moment, a large group of people came over, looking like a certain company came out to have a dinner. When they walked into the store and took a look, they saw the beautiful anchor sitting alone eating there.

"There are still beauties on the live broadcast, Boss, do you want to eat here?"

"You know that looking at beautiful women, beautiful women can make you take a bite?" Fatty, the leader, shook his head. "And now these chain stores look good, but they don't smell like hot pot, so they don't taste good."

"Then where are we going?"

Fatty pointed to the other side, and said, "You have to go to that kind of old restaurant to eat hot pot to be authentic."

"Boss, the environment over there doesn't look great."

"If you eat hot pot, you should be eating Western food," Fatty glanced at the subordinate. "Eating hot pot has to be crowded together to have an atmosphere. Go, go over."

Xu Wencai watched a group of more than a dozen people, walked around in his store, and finally walked into Su Hao Ran's store, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

Dage, are you here specifically to play with me?

Why do you have such a big beauty anchor here, and you still run to the kind of broken shop opposite?

Isn't such a big beauty anchor still inferior to the taste of an old hot pot? Can anyone tell me about this truth?

And he was a little desperate to find that Su Hao's business today is no worse than him. There are always customers coming in and out, and there are always full seats.

He waited anxiously until the early hours of the morning, when Zhijie’s guests gradually became less. After all, it is winter now, and there is no World Cup to watch. There are not many people who like to eat hot pot late at night.

But Su Hao Ran, there are still so many people, there are still a lot of people...

Obviously it is an old store, the environment is not good, the discounts are not many, and the taste is not very good. The management is obviously chaotic. The door is still two people talking about cross talk, but many people go to eat.

Xu Wencai's head is almost broken, and can't think of why, is Su Hao a god?

After another overnight stay, Xu Wencai felt that his own soul was about to get out of the body. Finally, the turnover is 35,000 yuan, which is a few thousand yuan more than yesterday.

But he knew that today he lost to Su Hao again. There were still more than a dozen people on his side until four o'clock in the morning.

Xu Wencai really wanted to go over and ask those people, are you here for hot pot or breakfast?

If you want to have breakfast, please go to Goubuli, please don't come to the hot pot restaurant to make trouble!

After getting the accounting report, Xu Wen saw that Su Haoran's turnover yesterday was 40,000 yuan, which is several thousand more than his.

This happened almost every day for the next more than a week.

The new media company’s publicity offensive is indeed powerful, and the effect is also very good. The turnover of Zhijie No. 12 shop has been high.

But the problem is, no matter how hard they work, the anchors have changed several times, and they almost never hired someone to dance pole dancing. However, Su Hao's business is better than him.

Because of this, Xu Youcai was going crazy, he felt that God was too unfair to him.

He felt, really, desperate.

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