Chapter 835 Professional
Only then did Zhou Zhi and his friends realize that a large circle of morning exercisers had gathered outside the banyan tree, and the aunties shouted again: "The little girl sang so well! One more!"
So the aunts and uncles all shouted: "Come again One after another!”
In today’s county towns, there are really not many opportunities to hear sopranos with authentic professional backgrounds. Grandpas and aunties are all familiar with this song, and even sing it often themselves, but The difference between singing and singing is huge.
So it’s no wonder everyone is so excited.
Zhou Zhi said with a smile: "Tingting, let's sing one more song."
"Then let me sing another song "Liuyang River"," Guan Tingting is also very good at things. The female host of the Sichuan Middle School Radio Station said: "Please help me." Time."
So Guan Tingting sang "Liuyang River" again. Under the sunshine that had just penetrated the banyan tree leaves, the sweet singing like silver bells made everyone who was passing by intoxicated. People can't help but stop for the singing.
By the time the second song was finished, hundreds of people had gathered around the dock, and everyone applauded.
A man who looked like a policeman squeezed into the crowd: "Okay, okay, the little girl sings really well, but the farmers coming from the dock still have to set up stalls and sell vegetables here, and now we can't even squeeze in here. , Let’s go. Let’s go.”
A few farmers who arrived earlier were holding poles and listening to songs by the stone stairs. They smiled and waved their hands when they heard the words: "Let the little girl sing, we like to listen, don't be in a hurry..."
Jiachuan people love to make piles. , even if no one is singing now, as long as this group of people gather, there will be people from the periphery who continue to come over to see what is going on.
Seeing that it was nothing, Zhou Zhi quickly said: "The policeman is right, we are here to practice our voice. This girl, we came out of Sichuan. Guan Tingting, who is currently studying at the Sichuan Audio High School, will be in the future If you have the opportunity to be on stage or on TV, please don’t forget to support your children back home!”
Everyone encourages me again! When they raised their hands, an enthusiastic lady shouted: "We will definitely support you!" "The good girl's name is Tingting, we remember it!"
When a few people squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the North Gate Pier , He Shiqing took Guan Tingting's hand and shouted excitedly: "Tingting, you sang so well! I got goosebumps as soon as I started speaking!"
"That's right! I used to think that Zhuzi could sing very well, but now it seems that a professional is a professional!" Liang Hong nodded: "We will all study in Shu in the future, Tingting, can we come to your school to listen to you sing?" "
"I'm not a good singer, but Sister Qi is a good singer." Guan Tingting, a carefree girl, was a little shy: "That's right. Sister Shu Yi’s sister-in-law, my mentor, she is a real singer.”
“Tingting has made great progress.” Zhou Zhi said with a smile, “The more capable you are, the more humble you are. The more you know how to be humble, the more you know.”
“Let’s go celebrate and treat ourselves to a treat!” Liang Hong made an irrefutable suggestion.
“I don’t even bring any money when I go out for a run...”
"No need to make excuses, I know your chicken shop at the entrance of Xinjiang Highway can handle the business!" The friends know Zhou Zhi very well: "Let's go eat chicken noodles and chicken soup!"
Business of Baimi Chicken Soup Restaurant The business became more and more subdivided. At first, it was making chicken soup and small stir-fry dishes, and later it added river fresh food. Later, more and more regular customers wanted to buy black-bone chickens to take home and cook them themselves, so they even started selling live chickens and butchering.
Later, under the guidance of a glutton, he said that the chicken soup had to be simmered anyway, so he would boil an extra pot of chicken soup, fry a large pot of chicken offal, sell noodles and make handicrafts, and the profits would increase even more.
Lao Yang, who opened the store, heard about it and found that it was really popular, and the income could be more than a midday turnover.
However, he couldn't stand making money like this, so now he only takes care of the dishes, while his wife takes care of the breakfast. He also recruited a few white rice fellows to come over to help kill chickens and run the waiter. The business is getting bigger and bigger. . So Lao Yang and his wife were very grateful to Taotie who came up with the idea. If he wanted to pay the bills, there would be no problem at all.
And they know Zhou Zhi’s taste, so they serve noodles and noodles to their friends. Zhou Zhi Shang serves a large bowl of rice with chicken soup, plus a small portion of fried chicken offal and a plate of pickled cucumbers.
"Eh? What are you eating? I haven't seen it sold before."
"It has never been sold before," Old Yangtou said, dumbfounded: "This is what we usually do. Breakfast for breakfast, elbow him He also likes it. Every time he comes to have a meal, he chooses this to eat. "
"Then why don't you sell it?" Zhang Lu asked, "I think it's a popular food, right?"
"You are about to study finance and economics. You are always looking for answers. Don't you know what trade secrets are?" Zhou Zhi smiled and said: "There is a saying in Shuzhong about making profit from breakfast. It is called a pack of two sides and three copies. This is quite common in catering. "It's a money business."
"If you sell chicken soup and rice, this price will It’s difficult to position the price, it must be lower than chicken noodles and chicken soup, but then there will be no profit.”
“Not to mention competing for the same position as the mature bean curd rice. In the quality market, as a result, the chicken soup rice is suppressed by the chicken noodles and chicken soup. There is a price advantage, but there is no cost advantage because of the bean curd rice.”
“In fact, there was a chicken soup rice cooker in Shudu in the past, and it was quite popular.” Zhou Zhi took a sip. Chicken Soup said: "But if the chicken soup tastes good, it must be a year-old chicken. Now The price of old-fashioned chicken is getting more and more expensive, and local chicken soup has evolved from a delicious breakfast to a banquet dish.”
It will take 20 years for snacks such as chicken soup noodles to return to the market. , but how much technology and hard work is used to control costs is another matter.
Fortunately, at least for now, Lao Yang's chicken soup is still very authentic, and everyone was very satisfied with this breakfast.
After dinner, everyone came to Zaoling Bridge and were shocked to see the big car that Zhou Zhi drove back.
My friends don’t have any concept of Land Rover Defender 1000. They just know that it is a jeep as big as a pickup truck, and you can barely use the word “climbing” when getting in the car.
This car suited Liang Hong's taste very well. When Zhou Zhi took the remote control key and opened the door, it became a solid "high-tech" in the eyes of his friends.
Jiang Shuyi took down a lot of snacks brought back from Hong Kong Island and the capital Shu. Everyone didn't need to go home to say hello, so they happily got into the car and drove towards the ferry terminal.
While waiting for the ferry, many drivers came over to look at the car. Just because the friends didn’t know the goods, it didn’t mean that there weren’t some experienced drivers who knew the goods.
Including the master who commanded the ferry, he was well-informed and had never seen such a car. After the ferry arrived, the masters all looked down from the cab.
I have crossed the Yangtze River many times, but this time I took a ferry across the river in a private car, which was a novel experience.
This car is very comfortable, with high visibility, large space, sufficient air conditioning, good sound, and comfortable seats. Everyone unanimously praised it. This is the most comfortable car I have ever ridden in.
It’s a pity that the road is too short, and it only takes a few minutes to reach Baimi Township.
(End of this chapter)