Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

"Oh my god, this is incredible." At this time, the clerk in charge of sorting out the bills exclaimed, his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out. He originally thought that the income of the tavern was just as Sun Qingshan said, mainly relying on the purchases of those big factories. However, when his eyes fell on the figure of more than 20 yuan per day on the bill, he was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"This is my monthly salary!" He couldn't help but mutter to himself, his voice full of disbelief and shock. His hands trembled slightly, as if the bill was extremely heavy. Without any unit purchasing alcohol, the tavern could earn at least twenty yuan a day, sometimes even forty or fifty yuan. This number was simply an astronomical figure for him, too beyond imagination.

Director Wang also raised his head and cast his eyes on Sun Qingshan. His eyes were full of admiration and amazement, and he thought to himself: This young man is incredible. Now the land next to it has not been repaired, and the tavern has not expanded. If it is expanded in the future, won’t the income increase significantly? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be full of expectations for Sun Qingshan's future.

At this time, the people drinking nearby looked at each other, with expressions of surprise and pride on their faces.

"I didn't expect that we contributed so much to Manager Sun." At this time, an old man touched his gray chin and said with a smile. There was a hint of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes, as if he had also participated in something great.

"Yes, yes, but it's because Manager Sun and his team brew delicious wine." Another old man agreed with a smile, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious because of the smile. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then closed his eyes, savoring the mellow aroma of the wine, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Yes, old man, I've been drinking for so many years." A white-haired old lady also came over, "I've still not tasted wine better than the one brewed by Manager Sun." There was a gleam of joy in her eyes, and she praised the wine in the tavern.

"Qingshan, you are really good at making wine." A burly uncle gave a thumbs up. "Who did you learn this skill from?" His eyes were full of curiosity and admiration.

"If Mr. Wu knew how capable you are, he would have no regrets." Director Wang said at this moment, with a sincere smile on his face and admiration in his eyes. In his opinion, a skilled person will be respected by everyone no matter where he goes, and Sun Qingshan is undoubtedly such a person.

"Director Wang, I learned all these skills from Mr. Wu." Sun Qingshan smiled, with a hint of gratitude and nostalgia in his eyes. He was deeply grateful to Mr. Wu. The days when they had learned to make wine together seemed to be still vivid in his mind.

Director Wang smiled when she heard Sun Qingshan say this. In fact, she didn't believe that Sun Qingshan's winemaking skills were so strong just because of Mr. Wu's teachings. She could feel that Sun Qingshan must have his own unique talent and efforts in winemaking. However, she didn't continue to ask. After all, this was Sun Qingshan's specialty, and it would be impolite if she asked more.

Then, Director Wang lowered her head and began to work. Her expression became focused and serious, her fingers moved quickly on the account book, and she whispered some numbers. She thought to herself that she should try to finish these tasks as soon as possible, go home early, and enjoy a warm dinner with her family.