Chapter 77 Weiwei's Mind

Ten years ago, every Saturday and Sunday, the food street would be crowded, and almost every restaurant was full. There are many waiting customers standing in front of some business stores. But now there are fewer people in the food street every weekend, and even the number of people at Crock Pot House has decreased by 20 to 30% than usual.

The sun slanted through the tree branches, casting a spot of light on the ebony table. Weiwei sat quietly at the table, staring at the wall of trees in front of her for a long time. Mottled spots of light swayed in the wind, gathering and dispersing on the teacup at her fingertips.

Seeing Weiwei's contemplative look, no one dared to disturb her. Jiang Chao, who has always liked to laugh, also became calm. Sitting behind the console, he secretly ate the slices of melon that Aqi had just cut. Uncle Kong came in from the backyard and saw Jiang Chao was stealing food, reached out and pulled Jiang Chao out of the console.

"My sister Wei has something on her mind."

Jiang Chao pointed to Weiwei who was sitting in the yard, of course Uncle Kong saw that Weiwei had something on her mind. Yesterday, the store's turnover reached a new high, and today it fell to the bottom like a roller coaster. If it always fluctuates like this, it is difficult to judge the daily purchase volume to control the cost.

"Uncle Kong." Weiwei called to the store, "Everyone, come and have a meeting together."

Uncle Kong was the first to walk across to Weiwei and sit down. He came back from his hometown in the middle of the night last night, and came to work in the shop early this morning. In the morning, Jiang Chao said that yesterday's turnover hit a new high, and he was also happy. He also secretly poured a small cup of Erguotou to celebrate.

Going back to his hometown has suffocated Uncle Kong these days. It seems that the rhythm of life and the way of talking are difficult to integrate into the people and things of the past. He feels that Guangzhou makes him feel more comfortable and belonging.

Aqi took the cut melon and put it in front of Weiwei.

"My treat, this melon is not easy to keep, so I have to eat it immediately after cutting it."

Before Weiwei could make a move, Jiang Chao first picked up a piece and prepared to put it in his mouth, but was intercepted by Ali from the air, and held his arm to send it to Weiwei.

"Sister Weiwei, you eat first, then we can start eating. This melon is so fragrant, I'm so greedy. Today, if you slaughter Aqi so hard, who made him raise his salary so much!"

Jiang Chao was held hostage by Ali to offer melons to Weiwei, but his face was enthusiastic and proactive. Weiwei was not polite, she took the melon slices and chewed it. Of course, she knew that this melon was not easy to keep. She bought a lot today, and the supply exceeded the demand. Aqi didn't want to waste it and only invited guests. In fact, she wanted to share the cost.

"This melon is my treat! Aqi is in charge of cutting a thirty-dollar melon to look like one hundred and eighty yuan."

Ali smiled honestly.

"I'm still here to treat guests. I've asked for leave for the past few days. Everyone has shared my work. I have to express my gratitude. A few melons are trivial.

"Oh yeah, Uncle Kong's fork!"

Everyone cheered. Immediately, the cold atmosphere of the afternoon city was swept away. Weiwei was a little moved. After eating a piece of melon, she said seriously:

"Have you noticed that the overall business environment of the food street is much worse now?"

"This, it's not a day or two. Let's Crock Pot House be okay. It has always been one of the best restaurants in the food street."

Uncle Kong has been in the food street for a long time and has the deepest feelings. Jiang Chao, Aqi and Ali were here for a short time, so it was difficult to express their opinions.

"Weekends and Sundays are the days of family reunion. When the family goes out to eat, they must choose a good and leisurely environment, and can also meet the family's requirements for purchasing entertainment. So now the commercial complex is getting stronger and stronger, and it can almost meet the needs of most people. Eat, drink and have fun."

"Are the commercial complexes like Aoyuan Plaza and Wanda Plaza?"

Weiwei nodded, not expecting that Ali came out of the small town, but she knew a lot.

"Then we can't do anything about it. Only chain stores of big brands can enter those places, and the cost of entry should be very high."

Archie, clearly knowledgeable, sighed at the prospect of the Crock Pot.

"Cost and profit complement each other. As long as the profit is good, the cost of entry is a trivial matter. I want to develop Crock House into a chain store. In the future, everyone can become the owner of the Crock House chain store as long as they want."

"No way! Is that true? Can I be the boss too?"

Jiang Chao jumped on the stool with excitement, and his eyes flashed with excitement as he spoke.

"I have this idea and it is in the pipeline. When the conditions are ripe, I will announce it to everyone. As long as everyone works together and grows together with Crock Pot, everyone can become the owner of Crock House and become an economically free person in the future. Ah Chao, where did your dream come from?"

Weiwei deliberately looked at Jiang Chao seriously.

"I want to be a big winner in life with economic freedom and time freedom."

Jiang Chao was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, he happily pulled Ali beside him, pinching his bulging arms.

"I'm not dreaming, am I? I'll have that day too!"

"Yes, everyone will have that day, I promise."

It turned out that I fell into contemplation not because the turnover in the lunch market today was not good, but because I had bigger goals and ambitions.

The WeChat on the mobile phone suddenly continued to flash, and Qiao Na arranged for Weiwei to go to the training studio, and sent some photos of the modeling that Weiwei took during her body training in the studio yesterday.

Seeing the person in the photo with a stiff and unnatural expression, Wei Wei suddenly sweated. Although he rejected the endorsement fee offered by Xie Hui, the free endorsement cannot be at this level! Spokespersons for charitable public welfare should be more cordial and generous, making people memorable. Only then can the charitable fund leave a deep impression in people's hearts, otherwise what is the use of a spokesperson.

Taking advantage of the gap before the evening market, Weiwei drove to the supermarket to buy a full-length mirror. No one is born with a pose, it can be learned. Thinking that her mother had let Yingying and Feifei learn Shi Yuanmei's expression management, Weiwei decided to practice in front of the mirror. The instructor in the styling studio disliked her lack of vividness, and she could practice a vivid look.

Weiwei glanced at the Gaode navigation map and saw a green coordinate showing the Green Rong flower seedling base. It was only then that I realized that the company that ordered meals at Crock Pot House every day was actually right next to her residence.

Curiosity about the Green Rong Company made Weiwei pass the house and not enter. After walking around the Xianghua base, she finally saw the main entrance of the Green Rong Company.

"We don't sell flowers to private individuals here."

The uncle at the door did not wait for Weiwei to speak, but he was the first to speak, with a confident tone like an old Peking Opera student. It is estimated that there are private individuals who want to buy flowers every day, so that the old man has developed the habit of taking the initiative to signal.

"I don't buy flowers, I want to ask, who is the owner of this Lurong company?"

"What do you want to do?" The old man's eyes were full of alertness.

"I want to thank him for ordering meals at our Crock Pot every day."

"Crock Pot House, the food is delicious, especially the soup. I'm addicted to drinking it. If I don't drink it, my stomach feels empty. The soup is very nourishing, and it's much better than eating a big pot of food before."

When the old man heard the crock pot house, the wrinkles on his face bloomed with joy.