Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 939
Steal their thunder once again.

This is used well again, and it is very experienced at a glance.

Kazuo Nozawa said: "I'm already making preparations. After the summer banquet is over, we will hold a He-China food exchange event. At that time, I will find a way to let Yang Song also participate."

They happened to be able to explore Yang Song's bottom line.

"What if he doesn't come?" Ashikaga Kenjiro said: "I see that he looks very serious every time he cooks, and he is very relaxed. Maybe he is not an ambitious person."

It is very likely that Yang Song didn't care about their He-China food exchange event at all.

"My Chinese attainments are average, how about you?" Ashikaga Kenjiro asked again.

Engage in cooking exchange activities, that is to focus on communication, supplemented by cooking.

Communication, mainly by speaking.

Cross-border communication is likely to have language barriers.

Kazuo Nozawa's Chinese attainments are more general.

"Or what language do you think Yang Song can speak?" Ashikaga Kenjiro asked Nozawa Kazuo immediately depressed, how could he forget the language difference?
"I checked Yang Song's information. He only knows one language, which is his mother tongue. He probably doesn't know any language at all." Kazuo Nozawa said.

"You have to prepare a translator, a professional translator, a translator who is familiar with the chef."

There are a lot of professional vocabulary in the field of culinary arts. If you accidentally find an unreliable translator, the information you receive will be completely wrong.

"Actually, there is another way."

"You said so."

"We study Chinese."

"Fuck off."

The two broke up unhappily.

In Los Angeles Food Street, a pergola was erected at the entrance of Baifeng Pavilion, and tables and chairs were newly placed under it. Many people were sitting and waiting for noodles.

"Songge's new Sansi noodles are really comfortable to look at, and even more comfortable to eat."

"He never let us down."

"Have you noticed that Brother Song has launched new dishes much faster recently?"

"I found out a long time ago, what happened?"

"Still stimulated?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, why bother so much? Eat well."

Zhao Xingfu ended the topic, took a mouthful of peeing beef balls, and a mouthful of Sansi noodles.

He is very skillful in eating. While urinating on the beef balls to burst into juice, he immediately stirs up the shredded meat and noodles with chopsticks and stuffs them into his mouth. That fresh bite can make people instantly become immortals.

Compared with peeing beef balls, the price of Sansi noodles can be said to be close to the people, only 100 yuan.

The four new noodles of Baifeng Pavilion only cost 100 yuan.

The foodies are crazy.

"I dare not even think about it. One day, Song Ge can make noodles for only 100 yuan!"

"You can't buy 100 yuan to lose money, and you can't buy it to be fooled."

"Preferential offer, brother Song's noodles are sold at a discount of 100 yuan."

……

Yang Song priced the newly made noodles at 100 yuan, and specifically indicated that it was a special price.

"Brother-in-law, what is the official price?"

"You don't need to know." Yang Song said: "This side will be discounted for three years."

"What?" Meng Shijia was frightened: "Which restaurant will offer a three-year discount?"

Promotions don't do that either.

What's more, Baifeng Pavilion doesn't need promotion at all.

There are also diners who sincerely ask Yang Song: "Brother Song, the price is too low, and there are too many people queuing up, why don't you raise the price?"

Yang Song: "If you don't raise the price, the food in Baifeng Pavilion is at the price of conscience, and you can't raise the price casually."

So principled.

"After three years, are you going to restore the original price?"

"Ah."

No matter how he thought about it, Meng Shijia couldn't get over the energy in his heart: "Brother-in-law, you should tell me what the original price is, and customers may ask."

You have to let your customers know how big of a deal they are getting.

Yang Song was right when he thought about it: "The original price is 690 nine."

Meng Shijia grabbed his hair violently: "It's even lower than [-]% off!"

"Where is the special price so good?"

He is going crazy.

"690 nine, 690 nine!"

"Cheaper at 590 nine!"

"How many days will it take to sell this?"

"We're losing money."

Yang Song nodded: "It is indeed a loss!"

Meng Shijia burst into tears: "You still plan to pay for three years!"

Calculating casually, Yang Song lost at least hundreds of thousands.

"Actually, I lost 50 yuan." Yang Song said indifferently, "It's not much."

He is not short of money!

I lost 50 in five days, isn't that little?
Meng Shijia almost exploded on the spot: "50, someone who can take care of a car to clean the table for me!"

Yang Song said: "Don't be so stingy, I am giving back to new and old customers."

Many people like to eat Baifengge, and more people can't afford it, so they can only look at it at the door or on the screen of their mobile phones.

The food in Baifeng Pavilion is not cheap, the cheapest is roasted gluten, roasted leeks, or beer and clear soup powder.

Yang Song felt a little sorry for asking people to queue up and only eat a piece of roasted gluten that doesn't matter how full they are.

The noodles are just right.

"Noodles can be accepted by most people. It is delicious and filling, and it also nourishes the stomach. It is very suitable for new and old diners." Yang Songdao.

"That doesn't have to be so cheap, does it?"

Who sells 690 noodles for 100 yuan?

Yang Song said nonchalantly: "Okay, it's not bad, it's not a little more than a fraction."

People who are really rich don't just treat money with skills.

"Change 99, if you sell it for 100 yuan, it's only one yuan more expensive than the change." Meng Shijia said angrily, stretching out a finger.

He is more reluctant than Yang Song who lost money.

"It's just money, don't be stingy." Yang Song persuaded his brother-in-law in turn.

"50, and there will be a three-year discount, so at least 1000 million is gone."

Yang Song: "Brother-in-law, are you self-taught in mathematics? You will pay 50 yuan in five days, which means 1 yuan a day. In three years, you will have to pay at least [-] million yuan."

Don’t blame the physical education teacher for bad math. For well-known reasons, the physical education teacher is sick all the year round. His class is either taken up by the math teacher or other teachers. He is a humble teacher who has no sense of existence and only appears in the lines .

Meng Shijia's whole body was about to crack: "So, you lost more than 1 million yuan in three years, how proud are you?"

Yang Song: "I didn't think at first, but when you say that, I seem to be really proud."

He did a good job.

"You've gone mad, I'll go talk to my sister." Meng Shijia went to complain to her sister again.

Yang Song let him go.

Sure enough, during the afternoon break, Yang Song saw Meng Shijia writing the inspection with a mournful face.

"Your sister asked you to reflect on yourself, but she didn't tell you what was wrong, right?" Yang Song said.

"Brother-in-law, save me. I've been reflecting on myself for a long time. I wiped the table three times, but I still haven't figured out what I did wrong." Meng Shijia said miserably.

"My sister asked me to reflect on the seven mistakes."

"But I just remembered one."

Yang Song wanted to laugh: "What do you think of?"

"I shouldn't have asked her to sue you. This is the behavior of a villain, and it's embarrassing." Meng Shijia came as soon as he opened his mouth, extremely skilled.

It can be seen that he has known and made mistakes for many years.

(End of this chapter)