Chapter 6412 Conflict at the Dinner Table
I have decided in my heart that I will have to get another one when I get back. Maybe Liu'er will be able to use it when she has another baby?
In response to everyone's praise, Yang Ruoqing just smiled.
These ideas all come from the baby seats in modern restaurants, and she just improved them on this basis.
All kinds of dishes are served on the table like a lantern, braised seabass, braised eel with bacon, eggplant stew, boiled meat... Tremella and lotus seed soup, as well as brown sugar cakes and cakes that children like to eat. Golden corn roast.
Because of the baby seat, Ju'er's hands are also freed. She can take a bite by herself and take the time to feed the child, both adults and children.
Yang Huaming watched silently, feeling increasingly satisfied with Yang Ruoqing's arrangement.
"Dabai, we went to the shop earlier, and just in time the police came to investigate the case." Yang Huazhong took two bites of the food, drank another glass of wine, put down his chopsticks, put his arms on the edge of the table and leaned forward slightly. Qing, eyes that have experienced years of precipitation and baptism of life looked at his nephew Dabai deeply.
“Let’s sit down now, and Third Uncle will ask you about Panpu. You have to tell us your specific plan in detail.”
After Yang Huazhong said so many words, Dabai was still immersed in eating. He was holding a long cumin mutton chop in his hand and was chewing until his mouth was full of oil. There were white sesame seeds on his cheeks and earlobes.
He completely turned a deaf ear to Yang Huazhong's questions.
Everyone else at the table, except Yang Ruoqing and the little guy in the baby seat, all cast surprised glances at Dabai.
Yang Ruoqing is not surprised at all by any of Dabai's operations. This kid has been out for several months and has not changed at all. It is still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.
I don’t know how I caught the eye of shopkeeper Zhang Ji and his wife. They are really a pair of people with strong tastes.
"Dabai?" Yang Huazhong called again.
Yang Huaming has put down his chopsticks and is about to start slapping the table.
Yang Huamei first kicked Dabai secretly under the table, but there was no response.
Yang Huamei could only raise her hand and pat Dabai's hand hard: "Stop chewing. Your third uncle asked you about business. Do you still want to borrow money to open a shop?"
Everyone else at the table focused on Yang Huamei with sympathy, confusion, and disapproval.
Sympathy accounts for the majority.
Having such a son, Yang Huamei was really unlucky for eight lifetimes. She worked hard to pave the way for him, but in the end, he refused to give her face, and didn't even have the most basic courtesy.
Whoever lent him forty taels of silver really burned the money.
Dabai reluctantly put the mutton chops aside, raised a greasy face and looked at Yang Huazhong blankly, "Third uncle, what did you just say? I was just eating the mutton chops. I don’t understand.”
Yang Huaming jumped in and said, “I’m just asking you what kind of business you plan to do after you take possession of the shop. Do you plan to keep the existing Zhang Ji’s staff, or start a new one? Hire someone? Do you have an idea of the wages? And the buns and buns, are you going to do it yourself, or are you going to hire a master in this field?"
"Yes. Now, how much money do you plan to borrow from us? When will you pay it back? What will you do if you don’t pay back? That’s all, tell me!”
Everyone thought Dabai would be stumped by these relatively 'professional' topics, and even Yang Huamei looked at him nervously.
Next to her sat a child from Ju'er's family. The child was naughty and stretched out his hand to pull Yang Huamei's clothes. Yang Huamei, the aunt, didn't even have time to tease him, even if it was just perfunctory. He looked straight at Dabai, wishing he could speak for him. Upon seeing this, Ju'er calmly moved the child and the baby seat towards her, widening the distance between her and Yang Huamei.
Here, Dabai coughed heavily, with a confident smile on his face.
“Don’t worry, Third Uncle, I will just take over the shop and run it myself, my wife will help me take care of it.”
"As for the pastries, I will naturally go into battle personally after receiving the master's true instructions, but I am the last one. I will still ask a pastry chef to come back and take care of the other pastries. My master knows many people, so she will help me "It's arranged."
"So, you only need to pay forty taels of silver to purchase the shop?" Yang Huazhong asked again.
Dabai nodded, "Others have offered the shop for eighty taels a year, but I only need forty taels. The business of that shop is so good, its net income for the year is three to four hundred taels. !”
Everyone except Yang Ruoqing and the person in the baby seat were stunned.
How to earn three to four hundred taels of silver a year, as long as you work hard for a year, you will have enough money for a lifetime, and you will not have to worry about eating well and drinking hot food every day.
"Since it's so easy to make money, and your wife does everything for you, why does she want to sell it out instead of making the money herself?" Yang Huazhong grabbed the loophole and asked again.
Others nodded.
The net income for a year is three to four hundred taels, which means that I can earn more than thirty taels of silver every month.
If the offer is sold out, the wife will only get forty taels of silver a year. Isn’t this a huge loss? What's more, she didn't get the forty taels of silver for nothing, she had to help with the housekeeping. Even if she was given another salary, it would still be far less than the profit of three to four hundred taels of silver a year. A fool would destroy the shop. Put it out for others to make money?
As for Yang Ruoqing, she followed the agreement she made with Yang Huazhong before coming here. As an outsider, she only listened but did not speak.
In my heart, I was shocked by Dabai's words.
The morning tea shop earns nearly 400 taels of silver a year? Is Dabai dreaming? Or are shopkeeper Zhang and his wife dreaming?
The Tianxiang Tower opened in the county seat has far more customers than the Tianxiang Tower in Qingshui Town, but its net income in a year is only 400 taels.
The Tianxiang Building in town is not up to this standard. After taking out all costs and all aspects of management expenditure, it would be good to make a profit of 200 taels!
As for Zhangji Morning Tea Shop, even though it is a time-honored brand, it is still a ‘little brother’ in front of Tianxianglou.
Is it possible to have a net income of four hundred taels a year?
Yang Huamei couldn't help but ask her doubts: "Dabai, did your wife deceive you? It's just a morning tea shop, and the steamed buns only cost a penny each. Why? So can you make money?”
Yang Yongzhiye He said with a sincere face: "That's right, cousin, don't be deceived."
"Nonsense, that's my master's wife. My master's wife can't lie to me." Dabai said decisively, his eyes Li was still a little annoyed, and seemed unhappy with their provocation.
Yang Yongzhi shook his head, raised his chopsticks and took a bite of the food. He decided not to say anything for the rest of the time, but it was impossible for him to borrow money.
Yang Huaming sneered: "It's your wife who talks about you. Did she give birth to you or raise you? Do you know that people's hearts are separated from each other?"
(End of Chapter)