Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

The next day at noon, the sky was clear and the temperature was suitable.

The opening ceremony of the Sichuan restaurant was held as scheduled and was very low-key. No officials were invited, only ordinary friends came.

There are three categories in total. One is the hotel’s friendly businesses and Xu Shiba’s colleagues.

Secondly, there were quite a few of Chef Lao Sun’s comrades and fellow villagers here, probably more than twenty people.

The third group was Liu Xialian's friends, including ginseng buyer Mr. Chen, herbal medicine merchant Mr. Yang, and her second apprentice Zhao Daxi. In fact, if she sent out invitations, many people would come, but Liu Xialian was not willing to do so. She opened seven or eight restaurants a year, and if she told her friends about it, it would be annoying.

There was also a very mysterious and low-key guest who sent six flower baskets. No one else knew who it was, except Liu Xialian and Xu Shiba, who knew that it was Scar Three from the village.

Scar San established himself in the provincial capital. He had just started his business. He bought a brick factory with dozens of acres of land, leased a river section of five or six miles to dig sand, and had a lime mine on the mountain in the county. He also acted as an agent for three cement factories in the provincial capital. He opened more than 20 sales outlets around the city. He had five tractors and dozens of mule carts. His small business was quite prosperous. It was a time of large-scale demolition and construction, and the sales of building materials were very hot. He had business almost every day.

General Manager Xu Shiba, store manager and chef Lao Sun cut the ribbon together.

The ground outside the doorway was exploding red and fireworks were shooting into the sky, but you couldn't see any effect in broad daylight, you could only hear the noise.

Zhao Daxi grinned: "Master, your business is so good. Such a big restaurant opened in this provincial capital will definitely be very popular."

"A restaurant is a very slow business. It takes several years to get back the investment. The house and renovation cost nearly 200,000 yuan. It will take three or four years to get back the investment. How is your business? How is the grain processing?"

"It's a big profit. The master has a sharp eye and hit the nail on the head. Rice processing is really profitable. According to what you said, the rice is packaged into small packages of ten or twenty kilograms. They are very popular. The net profit per kilogram is more than four cents, and this does not include rice bran. Before my subordinates ran away, they contacted several large companies. Three machines worked day and night, but they were not enough to sell."

Dayong muttered, "Daxi, you idiot, don't be so mean to the workers, at least pay them the full salary."

"All the workers in our factory are from Zhaojia Village, all of them are members of the Zhao family. Their wages are 30% higher than the market price, and they are never in arrears."

Because there are not many guests, only a few dozen people, so we only occupy the second floor, and the first floor seats guests as usual. Today's opening price is 20% off, and there are quite a lot of guests, dozens of them, and the private rooms on the third floor are also full.

There were not enough waiters to entertain the guests, so Xu Shiba came over to coordinate Zhao Hua and Zhao Yong to serve as waiters to serve everyone.

They are both quite capable and presentable.

Zhao Daxi talked a lot, constantly reporting his business to Liu Xialian, who was very pleased after hearing it. The home appliance business was successful, with a profit of thousands of yuan a day, and a guaranteed profit of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a month. This was the net profit, which was the net profit after deducting labor wages, taxes, etc. But it was quite a lot, as taxes were a large part of the total, and a net profit of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan was quite a lot.

Xu Xiong also deals in small household appliances, so the two of them have a lot of common topics and they get along quite well.

Xu Xiong asked: "Brother Daxi, what kind of store do you think will be most popular near this Sichuan restaurant?"

Zhao Daxi said as he ate his food: "What kind of store? I guess it's a tobacco and alcohol shop. Cigarettes and alcohol in restaurants are more expensive than outside, so most people choose to bring their own."

"Tobacco and liquor shops are certainly good, but now the management is strict. There are a lot of taxes and fees, so the boss actually doesn't have much money. Look at Sichuan cuisine, what is the biggest feature? It's spicy. What will happen if you eat chili? You will get hemorrhoids, so it will definitely be popular to open a drugstore selling hemorrhoid cream."

Zhao Daxi gave a thumbs up and praised: "Our Northeastern cuisine is still the best, not spicy. Sichuan cuisine is covered with a layer of chili peppers, which tastes good, but it must be uncomfortable to go to the toilet."

Daya frowned upon hearing this and wanted to beat someone up: "You two are going too far. You're talking about this during dinner and you're making it impossible for people to eat."

Zhao Daxixi was a man who knew what was important. Daya was the kind of person who must not be offended. He would rather play a joke on his master than make trouble for Daya. He quickly shut up. Since they had almost finished eating, he and Xu Xiong went to the corridor on the second floor to smoke.

The two were chatting when they saw two guys sneaking over.

Zhao Daxiong asked: "Xu Xiong, do you know these two guys? Why are they so obsessed with each other?"

Xu Xiong looked outside and saw what the two men were doing at the back of the restaurant. They were carrying a five-jin plastic bucket in their hands. They were looking around as they walked. The other one actually took out a lighter. The two of them actually went straight to the stairwell. The stairwell was built of solid wood and caught fire at a touch.

Xu Xiong was shocked: "Daxi, hurry up, capture these two guys, and don't make a sound."

The two men jumped down directly from the second floor. Xu Xiong went up and grabbed one man by the throat. Zhao Daxi was more violent and knocked him down with an uppercut.

One of them had a bucket of gasoline, and the other one had a lighter. At this time, the people responsible for maintaining order came over and pulled the two men to the back.

Because there are so many guests, even a random fire in the stairwell can cause chaos, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. It would be a waste of time to open a restaurant.

Xu Shiba was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Today, there were ten security guards and eight elite comrades. However, he did not expect that this group of people would dare to go around the back of the building and set fire. This had completely exceeded the scope of normal underworld fights.

Liu Xia Lian did not say anything. Everyone else was busy with their own things. The two of them were tied up and waited.

It didn't take long, about twenty minutes, Xiao Dong came over with three colleagues.

When Liu Xialian told Xiao Dong about the incident, his jaw dropped in surprise: "Setting fire to a building, this, this is a bit too much, don't you have any evidence? Otherwise, we can't make a decision."

"The lighter, gasoline, and witnesses are all here. Take them back and ask them. I believe you can get some answers."

Xiao Dong nodded: "Don't worry, if you can't find out the answer, I will wash my hair upside down."

Liu Xia Lian, Xu Shiba, Zhao Da Xi and Xu Xiong also stopped eating and came to the office.

Xu Shiba couldn't figure out who it was no matter how hard he tried. The people he offended were all those who wanted shares in the hotel. This group of people had one characteristic, that is, they were gangsters, and they probably wouldn't dare to take real action.

Xu Shiba shook his head. "I can't think of who it is. This fire has ignited more than a hundred people on the second and third floors. If one tenth of them are burned to death, that's a dozen or so. If they are caught, they will be shot. Those bastards who want shares don't have the guts to do that."

Liu Xialian's eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of someone: "Does the romantic Sang Biao have the courage to do this?"