Chapter 7
After 9 o'clock, although people came into Rao Mingyang's store one after another, none of them stayed to try the 100 yuan bowl of crispy meat, soybean milk and mung bean powder.

And Rao's famous sky-high price breakfast spread to every corner of Mae Tan County through the people who left.

"Do you know, Huayuan Street just released a sky-high price breakfast today, a bowl of crispy meat, soybean milk and mung bean powder is 100 yuan!"

"Exorbitant breakfast? Then report it quickly, expose it, and let the Industrial and Commercial Bureau investigate him!"

"I can't report it. The price is clearly marked, and the big characters are written on the wall. There is no problem of consumption trap."

"Which one sells crispy meat, soy milk and mung bean powder?"

"It's the one across from Fatty Fried Rice!"

"I know that mung bean noodles. I used to eat at his house. The owner is named Rao Mingyang. The mung bean noodles he cooks are unpalatable. How dare he sell a bowl for 100 yuan?"

"Who knows what he's thinking! At his level, how dare he sell a bowl for 8 yuan?"

"Tell me, is this Rao Mingyang's head caught by the door?"

"I don't know if Rao Mingyang's head was caught by the door. Anyway, I know that no one will eat his sky-high mung bean powder. I ate a bowl of Changwang noodles at the breakfast shop diagonally opposite his house. It cost more than ten dollars. Minutes. During this period of time, I didn’t see anyone staying in his store. At this price, I don’t think he can sell a bowl.”

"That's for sure, such expensive mung bean flour is of poor quality, only ghosts will eat it!"

These are the comments of ordinary people who don't know the inside story mixed with surprise, surprise, disdain, contempt, and ridicule.

Among those who knew the inside story, Zhou Xianying was on her first day at work, and she was also the general manager of the Tianhu Hotel (five-star hotel), so she was naturally too busy to chat about these gossips.Yue Qianling is the boss of a tea group with a net worth of hundreds of millions. She has a noble status, and she doesn't gossip about breakfast with her subordinates.As for Chen Wensong and Chen Wenjing's two brothers and sisters, they are already immersed in their own online world, and they don't have time to talk about breakfast with others!
The only ordinary diner, the power is too weak, completely unable to cover up the slander of Shuojin.Even when he told his colleagues that he ate a bowl of 100 yuan mung bean noodles this morning, he was despised by his colleagues as having a brain problem.

No matter how delicious Rao's famous crispy mung bean noodles were, no one believed him.Everyone agreed that in the small town of Mae Tan, it is impossible to have a breakfast worth 100 yuan a bowl.People who can make breakfast of this level must have gone north, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Shenzhen and other big cities early to open high-end restaurants to make a fortune. Why would they stay in the mountainous areas of northern Guizhou like Maetan County?
And his behavior was naturally condemned by his colleagues as extravagant, wasteful, and foolish.

Speaking of Rao Mingyang, the Fatty Fried Restaurant across the road does not serve breakfast, only Chinese food and dinner.Therefore, they opened the store a few hours later than Rao Mingyang.Moreover, the first to come are the store manager and waiters and others, making preparations.The boss, Fatty Han, usually arrives late after 10 o'clock. This is the privilege of the boss and the chef.

Fatty Han entered the store, and the store manager and waiters greeted the boss one after another. Fatty Han nodded, and went into the kitchen to check the preparations of the staff.

When Fatty Han checked the preparations of the shop assistants, the store manager Zhuo Yu accompanied him to check and said softly: "Boss, do you know that the price of the crispy meat, soybean milk and mung bean powder opposite us has increased?"

Fatty Han was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Fare increase? What price does he increase? We didn't dare to increase the price for such a hot business, but he dared to increase the price for such a bleak business?"

Zhuo Yu laughed softly: "Maybe it's because their business is poor, that's why they want to increase the price. We make small profits but sell more, and they may want to make big profits and sell less!"

Fatty Han laughed, and said with a sneer: "Young man, I really want to go out as soon as I go, without considering the reality at all! By the way, he used to pay 8 yuan a bowl, how much has it been added now?"

Hearing this question, Zhuo Yu smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess!"

"10 yuan a bowl?"

"not enough!"

"12 yuan?"

"not enough!"

"Is it 15 yuan?"

"It's still missing!"

"Damn it, does he dare to raise the price from 8 yuan to 20 yuan? Our most expensive fried rice with bacon and sausage is only 18 yuan a bowl. Could it be that his bowl of noodle soup is more expensive than our fried rice?"

Zhuo Yu shook his head and said, "It's still missing!"

Fatty Han was completely dizzy, and asked, "How much?"

At this time, another waiter next to him couldn't help but interjected: "Boss, Rao's famous mung bean noodles have risen to 100 yuan a bowl!"

"Ah? How much?" Fatty Han suspected that he had misheard, and asked in disbelief.

When Zhuo Yu and several other waiters told him with certainty that Rao Mingyang had really raised the mung bean powder to 100 yuan a bowl, Fatty Han couldn't help sighing: "It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers! Miss me, Fatty Han. He has been in the catering industry for more than ten years, and he has never sold fried rice for more than 20 yuan. He dared to sell a bowl of simple soup powder for 100 yuan, which is really an old cow flying on a plane—it’s awesome!"

The clerks also commented: "Yeah, I am looking for death!"

"Too young to understand business at all!"

"It's better to maintain the original price, and some customers who are not picky about taste can eat it. Now, Mr. Ghost eats his sky-high price mung bean powder."

After listening to the shop assistants' comments, Fatty Han agreed in his heart, and asked Zhuo Yu, "Then did he sell a few bowls this morning?"

Zhuo Yu shook his head and said, "No. Since we opened the door at 8 o'clock until now, I haven't seen a single person eating breakfast in his shop. All the people who went in were scared away by his price!"

Fatty Han sneered and said, "I'll go and see if this kid's head was caught by the door, and he did something like this!"

Then, Fatty Han dragged his nearly 200-jin fat body across the road and walked into Rao Mingyang's shop.

As soon as he entered the door, Fatty Han saw the price description posted on the walls on both sides: "This shop specializes in crispy meat, soy milk and mung bean powder, 100 yuan a bowl."

Fatty Han secretly laughed, and greeted Mingyang Rao who was sitting on a stool playing with his mobile phone: "Xiao Rao, are you not busy? What are you doing?"

Rao Mingyang, who was bored reading a novel, looked up, and it turned out that it was Fatty Han, the owner of Fatty Fried Rice, who stood up and greeted him quickly: "Boss Han, sit down. I have nothing to do, I am reading a novel."

Fatty Han nodded, pointed to the price description on the wall, and asked, "I just heard that the price of your mung bean powder has increased, so I came here out of curiosity. You really raised it to 100 yuan a bowl?"

Rao Mingyang nodded and said, "Of course it is true!"

Fatty Han asked again with a smile that was not a smile: "Then how is business this morning?"

Seeing his expression and thinking about his question, Rao Mingyang suddenly realized that Fatty Han was here to inquire about information and to watch his jokes by the way.

"Fuck, it's said that colleagues are enemies, this fat man has no good intentions! Why don't you tease him!" Rao Mingyang thought about this, and pretended to be depressed and said, "Hey, I didn't sell a bowl!"

Fatty Han was very happy when he got the answer he wanted and satisfied his dark psychology.However, he pretended to be sincere and comforted Rao Mingyang: "Not busy, not busy, there is no rush to do business. In this world, there are always rich people. As long as the food you make is delicious, people don't care how much you eat." A bowl of money. Xiao Rao, I am optimistic about you, come on!"

Then, Fatty Han left Rao's famous breakfast shop with a disdainful expression, and returned to his own shop.

Rao Mingyang looked at Fatty Han's obese back, clenched his fists and thought, "Fatty man, don't be complacent! I'll hit you again when I get famous and you sweat profusely from frying rice every day and it's not as profitable as mine." s face!"

 I wish all readers and friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, happiness and health!

  
 
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