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Zhao Xinyu's words moved everyone present and in front of the TV. Many people who were still very resistant to Zhao Xinyu in their hearts no longer had any prejudice against him because of my words. It can be heard from Zhao Xinyu's words that Zhao Xinyu really wants to keep the ancient business card of Gushui.

Gao Duo wiped away his tears and took Zhao Xinyu's hand, "Director Zhao, I feel relieved that Goubuli is in your hands. The property left by our ancestors has been shamed here. I..."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Old man, you also know that I have a big stall over there in Pengcheng. I can't stay here for a few days. I will go back when the business here gets quieter. I'd like to trouble you if I can help you here." Help take care of it, you can't let the craftsmanship passed down by your ancestors be interrupted."

Many people couldn't help but admire Zhao Xinyu after hearing what Zhao Xinyu said. Goubuli is a century-old brand, and it is most appropriate for the Gao family to take charge of it. As long as the Gao family is here, no one dares to say that Goubuli is not authentic. .

Gao Duo sighed. When he looked at Zhao Xinyu again, his eyes were filled with relief, and he looked up at the plaque hanging on the door.

"Why don't you put Wuyou Restaurant on the plaque?"

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "The name is not important, what is important is people's reputation. Mr. Gao's steamed buns didn't have a plaque at the time, so they could still become one of the three specialties of Gu Shui. Let's go, you will taste the first steamed bun today. Let’s see how my improved buns taste.”

When the media and the public entered the old store, they saw that there was not much change inside. The style was still the same as before, but some ancient elements were added in some places. Although it was only a little changed, it made the lobby look more beautiful. It's high quality, and you'll feel comfortable no matter where you sit.

After Gao Duo and some of Goubuli's former shareholders were moved to a dining table at the front of the hall, the media set up guns and cannons around the dining table, and then people who had reserved tables also took their seats.

Zhao Xinyu settled the guests down. He walked up to the stage in front and looked at the people who were sitting down. "Everyone, you may be wondering why there are no discounts when Goubuli reopens. I want to say that other stores require accumulation to open. Popularity, our store is a century-old store, and you have a bunch of old fans, so we don’t need any promotions at all. Although there are no promotions, we do have a lottery. Every table has another chance to draw a lottery, and there are discounts. The special prize is a bottle of Black Emperor, three first prizes, and you can choose any one of the products of Xihanling such as Purple Emperor, Qingguoqingcheng, and Monkey Wine. The event lasts for half a month. "

A middle-aged man in his fifties laughed and said, "Zhao Xinyu, this is the same as the promotion."

Zhao Xinyu waved his hand seriously, "Our century-old store does not offer discounts, only draws."

When he said this, everyone burst out laughing. A big boss worth hundreds of millions could make such a joke on such an occasion with a serious face. This made many people who met Zhao Xinyu for the first time have a negative impression of him. An inexplicable feeling of goodwill.

"Zhao Xinyu, there are more than ten people at our table, and many of them only have three or four. It's a bit unfair."

Zhao Xinyu laughed, "Why is it unfair? You people eat more than they do. If you get a discount, you spend more than they do. It's good if they don't complain about you."

As a result, people laughed even more, and the originally silent hall suddenly became active.

Zhao Xinyu saw the atmosphere at the scene became tense. He raised his hand and said, "There is one more thing I forgot to tell everyone. During the half month of the lottery, one hundred buns were placed in each type of bun every day. Silver coins, silver coins are only dozens of yuan, but as long as the person who gets the silver coins is the lucky one, they will get an extra lucky draw. I would like to remind you that the silver coins are not big. You also know that our steamed buns taste good, but You can't eat your silver coins. If you accidentally eat your silver coins, our store will not be responsible."

A middle-aged man in his thirties stood up and said, "Zhao Xinyu, there are eight of us here. If all eight of us get silver coins, does that mean we have a total of nine chances to draw the lottery?"

Zhao Xinyu was stunned for a moment, and his expression became weird, "Brother, you can't eat. In order to eat a meal of steamed buns, you went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. I haven't thought about what you asked. If everyone eats the silver coins, , all expenses for this meal are free, and all discount coupons are always valid.”

people are exploding

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While laughing, someone asked the question again, "Can we just order the steamed buns and not the dishes?"

Zhao Xinyu laughed and looked at the middle-aged man who asked, "Don't you know what we open? We open a steamed stuffed bun shop. Our main business is steamed buns. The dishes are secondary. If you order food, don't order steamed buns?" , then I’m sorry, we won’t accept you.”

As soon as Zhao Xinyu said these words, Gao Duo and others sitting at the first dining table were shaken, and their expressions became complicated.

Zhao Xinyu's words reminded them that Goubuli was famous for his steamed buns, but in order to pursue greater interests, they put the cart before the horse and kept pursuing the dishes, but ignored the original intention of their ancestors.

As the fragrance filled the air, everyone was stunned. Being able to come here on the first day of reopening meant that these people were die-hard fans of Goubuli. Being able to become die-hard fans before showed that they were very fond of Goubuli. The taste of each steamed bun is very familiar.

Now they smelled the smell of steamed buns. It was still a familiar smell, but they felt something different. The smell of steamed buns seemed to be more attractive than before.

Not to mention the people, but also the shareholders who had been invited here before Goubuli, they are more familiar with the taste of each type of buns. Even if they just smell the smell, they can tell which type of buns it is.

But now they also felt a big difference in the taste of the buns. Although they didn't eat it, they could imagine that the buns should taste more delicious than before.

This made them feel incredible. They knew that after Zhao Xinyu took over Goubuli, he only eliminated people like Cao Ming, Sun Ming, and Lu Dengbiao who did not focus on how to improve their reputation, but engaged in some crooked ways. Most of them All the interviewers have been retained.

These noodle chefs have been in the store for a long time. They are familiar with each person's characteristics, and they also attribute the taste of the buns they make. However, the fragrance that permeates the buns now is obviously different from what they used to do. This makes They couldn't figure it out.

"Mr. Gao, these are your favorite steamed buns stuffed with mutton. You can try it." Zhao Xinyu came over with a basket of steamed buns and placed the steamed buns in front of Gao Duo.

Gao Duo looked at Zhao Xinyu, "This bun was indeed made by Ding Yaozu, but it doesn't taste like this. This bun tastes better. Director Zhao, what did you put in it?"

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "As expected of an authentic successor, you try it first and then talk about it after you have tasted it."

While Zhao Xinyu was talking, the waiter had already brought out the buns that others liked. Gao Duo picked up a bun and took a bite. A stream of hot soup flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Gao Duo was stunned for a moment.

The soup from the steamed buns flowed into your mouth first. The delicious soup shocked even Gao Duo, an authentic successor. The soup filled your belly and mouth with a strong aroma.

The fillings of the buns are delicious but not greasy at all. Even the mutton smell that you usually feel is very light. The soup is fresh, the skin is thin and the meat is tender. The soup and meat, meat and skin, skin and soup are fused together. That kind of taste It was simply unbearable for him, an authentic descendant. After one bite, he couldn't help but take another. After one bite, the aroma of the buns still echoed in his mouth.

After eating a bun, Gao Duo looked around and saw that people at the same table and in the hall were all eating buns. Everyone's face was full of intoxication, which shocked Gao Duo.

He is the inheritor of Goubuli steamed buns and knows the situation in the store very well. The steamed buns in the store are indeed delicious and diners like them, but this has never happened before.

He looked at Zhao Xinyu, "This bun?"

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and looked at the waiter who was dedicated to serving their table, "Go and call Master Ding out."

A few minutes later, a burly middle-aged man in his forties came out of the kitchen. He was stunned when he saw the situation in the hall, his eyes full of disbelief.

He has been in Goubuli for a long time, but they also know the dining situation of the guests. The guests always order the dishes first and then eat the buns last. But today, not a single dish was served, and the guests went crazy eating the buns. , this was beyond Ding Yaozu’s expectation.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

Zhao Xinyu pointed at Gao Duo, "It's Mr. Gao who's looking for you."

Gao Duo looked at Ding Yaozu, "Yaozu, what did you put in the filling of this bun?"

Ding Yaozu looked at him with a strange expression

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Zhao Xinyu, "Boss, the ingredients and seasonings are the same as before, but this time the filling is prepared by the boss."

"Have you ever tasted it?"

Ding Yaozu nodded and sighed. I always thought that the buns I made were unparalleled in the world, but I was nothing in front of my boss. Today I finally know that there is heaven and there is someone outside the world.

"Director Zhao, this..." After Ding Yaozu said this, Gao Duo and others could no longer remain calm. The same ingredients and the same seasonings were prepared by a different person, but the taste was improved by a whole level. This made them feel uncomfortable. People who studied steamed buns were really shocked, and they also understood why people said that the flavor of Xihanling's steamed buns surpassed Goubuli's steamed buns.

"Mr. Gao, not to mention these mutton stuffed buns, all the stuffings for today's buns are made by the boss. You don't know that the boss got up at three o'clock today."

The expressions of Gao Duo and others finally changed. If the bun filling prepared by Zhao Xinyu surprised them, then Zhao Xinyu's arrival at three o'clock was beyond their expectations.

A boss worth hundreds of millions can arrive at the store earlier than anyone else and be busy opening the store. They really can't do such a thing.

"Director Zhao, we are convinced. If you can't bring Goubuli back to life, even my great-grandfather's rebirth will be of no use."

"Mr. Gao, you have thanked me."

An old man looked at Zhao Xinyu and said, "Director Zhao, with the same ingredients and the same seasonings, how can you improve the taste of this bun to a higher level?"

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and looked at the old man, "Mr. Chen, you have forgotten that I am still a Chinese medicine practitioner. Chinese medicine studies various species. As long as the original taste of each ingredient and seasoning is stimulated, the taste of the steamed buns will change. "

Everyone was shocked, and the media who had been live broadcasting were also in disbelief. This was the first time they heard the original taste of the ingredients.

"Zhao Xinyu, is the taste of the steamed buns now perfect?"

Zhao Xinyu glanced at the media reporter who asked the question. He picked up a bun and said, "Try it first."

When a steamed bun was served, the reporter was in disbelief. He had also been to Goubuli, and the steamed buns now tasted much better than before.

"How do these buns taste?"

"Okay, great, incredible."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Would you believe it if I said that the taste of this steamed bun can be improved to at least one level?"

"Ah." At this time, not only the media reporters, but also Gao Duo and the others were dumbfounded. The taste of the buns was already top-notch for them, but they didn't expect Zhao Xinyu to draw a bigger cake for them.

"Then we look forward to Goubuli's steamed buns reaching a higher level. By then I will definitely invite my family members to come over and support them."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Don't think this is a far-off thing. The ingredients used by Goubuli are still a little inferior now. If there are top-quality ingredients, do you think the taste of the buns will change?"

Everyone was stunned, and then they thought of Xihanling, a place that produces top-quality ingredients. Now that Zhao Xinyu is the boss here, the ingredients from Xihanling will definitely be available in the store. The buns with top-quality ingredients will really taste It can be upgraded to a higher level.

"I got a silver coin," a voice broke the silence of the hall. Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice. A middle-aged man in his fifties excitedly gathered a hand and held a silver coin on his finger. A silver coin the size of a fingernail.

Some media reporters immediately gathered around. When they saw the silver coin, they all let out an exclamation. The silver coin was about the same size as today's silver coins, but the front of the silver coin had Goubuli's facade and the back was a cage of steaming steamed buns.

"Uncle, good luck, you can go to the lottery now." Zhao Xinyu said with a smile.

"Zhao Xinyu, this silver coin was specially minted by you."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "In one month's time it will be the 290th anniversary of the birth of Goubuli Baozi, so we specially launch this commemorative coin."

"Can we sell a few coins?"

Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "The commemorative coins will not be exported. All employees of Goubuli and old people like Gao Lao and others who have worked hard for Goubuli all their lives will get one, and the rest will be wrapped in steamed buns."

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