Straight man of steel

Chapter 16 Hunger Marketing (recommendation ticket requested)
Sima Xiangru punched the cotton with his fist. If he continued to argue, he would be at a disadvantage. Instead, he tentatively picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Zhang Yuan saw that the corners of Sima Xiangru's mouth twitched obviously, which was obviously suppressing his expression.

"Mr. Sima, how does this dish taste?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Is it okay?Wang Ji looked at Sima Xiangru with an unbelievable expression, and Zhang Yuan knew that Sima Xiangru was pretending to overturn this time.

Compared with Sima Xiangru, who is a king, Wang Ji is not at all stingy with his own words of praise.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not afraid of your jokes. This is the most wonderful meal I've ever had since I was born."

This was the last sentence Wang Ji said at this table. After the rice was served, he lay down in the bowl regardless of his image.

The dishes on Zhang Yuan's table were served first, followed by exclamations from other tables.

Zhuo Wangsun patted Zhang Yuan's shoulder, showing a warm and sunny smile, Zhang Yuan's scalp gradually began to tingle from the smile.

He had seen this kind of smile from a gay film called "Call Me by Your Name" in later generations. When the two overlapped, Zhang Yuan felt a little nauseous at the moment.

More than 80.00% of the dishes on the table were wiped away by Wang Ji alone. When Sima Xiangru started to regret it, it was too late to eat again. The embarrassment almost made Zhang Yuan laugh out loud.

This time, no one proposed to let Zhang Yuan or Sima Xiangru compose poems and play the piano, and as the nobles left with belches, this time Zhuojia Restaurant has completely opened up its reputation in Linqiong.

That night, Zhang Yuan chose to go out of business, and he closed down for two consecutive days.

After the successful banquet on the opening day, Zhuo Wangsun expressed his affirmation to Zhang Yuan for the first time. Although he didn't know why Zhang Yuan closed down when the restaurant was the hottest, he didn't ask, and chose to trust Zhang Yuan directly.

During the two days when the business was closed, all the nobles who had a good relationship with Zhuo Wangsun came to ask why the Zhuojia restaurant was closed. Even the county magistrate Wang Ji also sent someone to ask, saying that he could tell him if he had any difficulties. He can help solve any issues of principle that are not involved.

Zhuo Wangsun, who has been in business for decades, suddenly feels that another door has opened to him. He is happy but also worried.

At noon on the third day, the Zhuojia Restaurant opened for the second time, and within less than a stick of incense, all the seats were filled, and even some big figures like the county magistrate Wang Ji sent their servants to bring food boxes. want to pack.

It was all free on the opening day, but this time it is not free. The price of a dish is as high as [-] renminbi, which is enough to discourage poor people like Sima Xiangru. Zhang Yuan heard from the boy in the restaurant that this girl After wandering outside for a long time, I finally left.

If Wang Ji, the county magistrate, was here, these nobles would naturally regard Sima Xiangru as a guest of honor, but without Wang Ji, Sima Xiangru's weight would not be as important as Zhang Yuanlai's now.

On the third day at noon alone, Zhuojia Restaurant sold nearly [-] dishes and turned tables five times.Originally, there were not as many people coming on the first day of opening as there are today. It was just because the people who came on the opening day regarded the food at Zhuojia Restaurant as bragging rights, so they invited friends to come and taste it. This is what Zhang Yuan wanted. Effect.

Many people were afraid that Zhuojia Restaurant would close the door again without saying a word, and even bought a lot of dishes to take home.Zhang Yuan had to admire the foresight of these people. He did close the door after receiving the last batch of guests in the afternoon.

Zhuo Wangsun didn't ask anyone to check the accounts of Zhuo's restaurant. He didn't care much about how much money Zhuo's restaurant could earn. He just wanted to know how much profit it would bring him when the Zhuo's blacksmith shop started selling iron pots. and fame.

"My father would like to ask when you plan to let the workshop start making iron pots?"

For the first time in more than a month, Zhuo Wenjun took the initiative to find Zhang Yuan, and directly entered the topic without exchanging pleasantries.

"The restaurant will be closed for two days. Tomorrow, the villain will go to the workshop to demonstrate how to forge an iron pot for the blacksmith of the Zhuo family. As for the subsequent work, the blacksmith is not needed, and the villain needs some manpower."

"How many?"

"A hundred people is enough."

For the Zhuo family, there may not be a vast land, but there is still a lot of manpower that is so cheap that it doesn't even cost a penny.

Early the next morning, a hundred servants had already stopped outside the gate of Zhuo Mansion, waiting for Zhang Yuan to accompany him to the workshop.

Making an iron pot is not a difficult task. Any blacksmith can imitate a pot by taking it back. The difficulty lies in the treatment of rust. Outsiders cannot enter the smelting workshop of the Zhuo family. Bringing these hundred servants in at one time, it is very likely that they will never come out again, and Zhang Yuan knows this.

Fate dictates that since there is no way to change it, try to improve it.

"Patriarch, the villain needs to expand the workshop as a place for the hundred servants to live on a daily basis."

Zhuo Wangsun didn't know why Zhang Yuan made such a request that was of no benefit to him. There was always room for slaves to live in the workshop. some.

"There are at least three vacant rooms in the workshop. Couldn't there be room for only a hundred servants?"

"Patriarch, these servants will learn the complete process of casting iron pots from the villain after today. The villain thinks that they should be given relatively better conditions. They are happy in their hearts. The cast iron pots are naturally top-notch. .

In the future, blacksmith shops that imitate Zhuojia's iron pots will definitely spring up like mushrooms after a rain. We must ensure the quality of Zhuojia's iron pots from the beginning in order to leave a deep imprint in the hearts of the people. "

Even though Zhang Yuan wasted so much saliva, Zhuo Wangsun still felt that there was no benefit in doing so. He would just beat the servants with a whip if they thought they were not doing well. Those slaves would work hard if they felt pain.

"The old man promises that you can take out a piece of land, but the old man will not send more people to help them build the house. You have to bear all of this."

Zhuo Wangsun was able to do this because of Zhang Yuan's sake, and this kind of request was not worth making him worry about it with Zhang Yuan.

"Thank you, Patriarch."

With Zhuo Wangsun's consent, Zhang Yuan was able to meet those servants without guilt.

A team of a hundred people followed behind a carriage, and left Zhuo Mansion mighty and mightily.

Uncle Li, the manager of the workshop, hasn't seen Zhang Yuan for a long time, but he just knows that he has become a big celebrity in front of Zhuo Wangsun.In order to make the iron pot smoother, Zhuo Wangsun specially recalled the steward, Uncle Li, to the Zhuo Mansion, and told him to follow Zhang Yuan's wishes in everything.

According to the intention of Uncle Li, who is in charge, and actually the intention of Zhuo Wangsun, the smelting workshop has been divided into two places from today.

One is a place where metal is smelted, and the other is a place where idlers and others cannot approach.

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