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Chapter 53 Geneva, money back(1/2)

"Boss, this is it."

Xiao Li pointed at Shen Kee Restaurant.

When Feng Dagen saw it, he was completely confused.

I saw the queue stretching from inside the store door to more than 40 meters away.

Suddenly, there were customers walking over and queuing up, chatting and laughing.

He had only seen such a booming business in his dreams.

But today, the scene before him told him that all this was true.

Feng Dagen's envious eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

How much money do you have to make?

Damn it, this should have been his guest, but now it has been taken away by someone else!

snort!

I'd like to see!

What kind of steamed buns are being sold that can make customers willingly spend ten or twenty minutes queuing up?

Feng Dagen crossed the long queue and entered the store directly.

queue?

You are making money from me and you still want me to wait in line?

If I don't destroy your store, I'll be fine.

The guests next to me were unhappy and accused each other:

"Who are you? You jumped in line!"

"Can you have some morals?"

Feng Dagen spat at the man's feet: "Fuck you, I jumped in line, what happened?"

Looking at Feng Dagen's ferocious look, he almost had the words "Don't mess with me, believe it or not, I'll beat you" tattooed on his face.

The guest shut his mouth.

If you want to jump in line, just jump in line.

The other guests were also very angry.

But in the face of such scoundrels, it is unrealistic to expect to be restrained by propriety, justice and integrity.

As for the use of violence, please, this is a society ruled by law.

Shen Yi noticed the movement at the door of the store, put down the dough he was kneading, and walked out of the kitchen.

Feng Dagen sneered: "Are you the store manager?"

Shen Yi nodded: "I am this guest, please wait in line."

Feng Dagen took out a few big red bulls and waved them in front of Shen Yi: "Nuo, I'll give you three hundred, can you jump in line?"

Shen Yi shook his head: "I'm not in the business of jumping in line, no matter how much I pay."

Feng Dagen became angry: "You don't even want the money?! How many buns can three hundred yuan buy you, do you know?"

Shen Yi nodded: "I know, please go to the back and line up."

Feng Dagen took a breath: "You pack a few buns for me. It won't waste much time. I'll give you five hundred, okay?"

Shen Yi shook his head firmly: "No, please go to the back and line up."

The guests finally couldn't bear it anymore and praised one after another:

"Well done to Manager Shen. I support you, but you can't jump in line for people like this."

"It's great to be rich, isn't it? Manager Shen won't do your business!"

"It's so stinky and shameless!"

"Ugly fuck, get out of here!"

Feng Dagen's face turned red with anger after being scolded, he snorted angrily, turned around and left.

Selling steamed buns?

I won’t let you sell it!

You sell soup dumplings for ten yuan?

I sell it for four yuan!

Five yuan beef buns?

I sell it for two yuan!

"If you don't believe it, I can't defeat you!"

Feng Dagen is very satisfied with his price reduction and dumping plan.

He thought that if he did this for a week, Shen Yi would have to cry and beg him.

Anyway, he has a lot of money, so even if he gives away a week's worth of buns for free, it's no problem at all.

However, Feng Dagen missed a very important factor.

That's the quality of the buns.

If he had tasted the steamed buns made by Shen Yi, he would never have come up with such a stupid strategy.

Back in the store, I looked at a few customers.

Feng Dagen gritted his teeth angrily.

"Xiao Li!"

"What's wrong, boss?"

Feng Dagen pointed to the steamer in the corner that was left over from yesterday and hadn’t been cleaned yet:

"You and Xiao Zhang steamed these steamed buns, put them on a cart, and pushed them to the door of that restaurant to sell them."

I thought: It’s just a good idea to use the waste.

Xiao Li has tasted the steamed buns made by Shen Yi.

He really wanted to persuade Feng Dagen, boss, don't overestimate your capabilities and hit the stone with an egg.

However, thinking about his salary of five thousand yuan, Feng Dagen insulted him from time to time on weekdays.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

The words got stuck in my throat.

It's up to you, I'll switch jobs anyway if the store goes bad.

Steam the buns until hot.

The two pushed the trolley to the door of Shen Kee Restaurant.

Play in a loop with the speakers on:

"Everyone, please pay attention. Tiantian Breakfast Restaurant is giving out benefits to new and old customers today. Soup dumplings are only four yuan, and beef buns are only two yuan. If you buy a soup dumpling, you will get a chive bun for free!"

Feng Dagen followed him out uneasily and watched from a distance. He thought he had a sure chance of victory.

It's not like there haven't been other breakfast restaurants around here before.

But they were all screwed up by him using similar means.

Even if he can't defeat his opponents through price-cutting and dumping, he still has other means.

If you want to make money from me right under my nose, who gave you the courage?

Feng Dagen's strategy was successful.

The sound of the horn attracted customers who were still queuing.

After all, after waiting in line for so long, I was already hungry.

Some customers thought they might as well buy some steamed buns here to deal with it.

Anyway, it’s so cheap and you won’t suffer any loss.

Can we eat Manager Shen’s steamed buns tomorrow?

A customer came over and said, "Bring me two soup dumplings, two leek dumplings, right?"

Xiao Li was expressionless, even a little impatient: "Yes, a total of 8 yuan."

The guest felt a little unhappy.

Why are you doing business like a 258? I owe you money?

But the buns were really cheap, so he put up with it.

But forget about repeat customers!
To be continued...
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