"It's also...why is this song?"

Wang Li turned on his phone and let the four kings listen to his cell phone ringtone.

"It's not bright in the east but bright in the west. After the setting sun, I'll be sad..."

“…”

Before I finished listening to the song, the four kings were already covered in dark lines: "I have no brain problems, who can listen to this thing?"

After two times, the four people's expressions gradually became serious: "It's interesting."

Three times later, the four began to hum.

Half an hour later, the King of the Chiguo had already started compiling music and planned to adapt the song into a Pipa song.

"It's a sin!"

Lao Subaru beat his chest and stamped his feet.

The four great kings were successfully led to the evil path by Wang Li.

The old man is increasingly appreciating these four treasures and has begun to talk about cooperation with them.

Finally, with the mediation of the three brothers of Shituling, everyone reached a 10% commission agreement.

The four kings can then barbecue the resident singers in the barbecue courtyard. The old man provides food and accommodation. The four kings can earn 10% of the income from the four kings to provide maintenance costs for the barbecue courtyard.

Everyone hit it off.

The artistic elements of the Four Heavenly Kings are as high as three or four floors. As long as there is traffic, it is only a matter of time to become famous in this era of developed Internet.

Although the barbecue compound is in its infancy, many of the customer flow are gradually emerging, which can provide certain exposure to the four kings.

The four kings can also attract traffic to the barbecue compound.

In this way, it becomes a virtuous flow cycle, and a very subtle relationship between the two forms a mutually leverage.

Fire uses the wind to gain power and power, and can help each other become stronger.

The four kings successfully signed a contract with the barbecue courtyard. Although Wang Li was very pleased, he was a little depressed.

I originally planned to ask the four of them to help with the chores, but they were very capable... It seems that they have no time to write tonight again.

"Is there anything else to help? If I don't have me, I'll go back to write." Wang Li always remembers that he is still an author. Since he doesn't have time at night, he will be kicked out during the day. Anyway, he only has two hours of work.

The old man thought for a while and said, "The ingredients are all ready, and the old white dry goods are also fast. Now I'm waiting for the darkness and there's basically nothing to do."

"Where is the wine?"

Wang Li reminded.

"By the way, I haven't bought wine yet."

The old man suddenly remembered and said, "You go to the supermarket next door to pick up a few carts of wine, it wasn't enough yesterday."

"Okay!"

Wang Li responded and headed straight to the supermarket.

When he arrived at the supermarket, Xiao Li, the owner of the supermarket, learned about Wang Li's purpose, said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I'm really gone. Didn't you pull all out yesterday? I haven't delivered it yet today. You know, the construction site here has just started, and the workers opposite him consume a lot of alcohol at night, so our small shop can't handle it at all."

"I know, I know."

Wang Li expressed his understanding.

Their own barbecue compound directly drives the surrounding economy.

The wine in the supermarket was completely exhausted by Wang Li yesterday and now it is no longer available. However, there are still some high-end wine and red wine, which are not suitable for drinking during barbecue.

Seeing Wang Li return to the yard empty-handed, the old man said, "What's going on?"

"The wine from the supermarket next door has been sold out, and it seems that I have to go to a far place to buy it." Wang Li said: "I'll ride an electric bike."

"Isn't it just wine? I know that there is a place to sell wine, which is delicious and cheap." At this time, Lao Masa suddenly interrupted.

"Oh? Is it?"

Wang has always been interested.

Lao Mao is an old bird who has been working hard in the catering industry for many years, and the supply he provides should be relatively reliable.

"It won't be a private bar. Is there any quality problem? Is it hygienic or not?"

After all, the old man is a person with social experience. He cannot lose his conscience in making money.

"It's a must. All the wine I have been in there." Lao Subaru patted his chest and made a promise.

"Do you have a store, too?" the old man said curiously. He thought Lao Mao was the waiter Wang Li found.

"Yes, he is the boss of Subaru chicken noodle soup that I often tell you." Wang Lidao.

"Oh... I've heard of it."

The old man suddenly said, "So you are Boss Subaru. I have heard that your chicken soup is awesome in Jiangbei. You must try it if you have time."

"This...I..."

Wang Li was like eating a fly.

"Since it's recommended by Boss Subaru, I'm relieved and it's definitely safe." The old man said again: "You go with Boss Subaru to have a look, don't worry about money."

"I know……"

Wang Li wiped his sweat. He was not afraid of anything else now. What he feared the most was that his father went to Boss Mad to eat chicken noodle soup.

...

"Are you safe? You little vendor with a conscience..."

Along the way, Wang Li asked Lao Mao this question over and over again.

Originally, Wang Li thought he would not have any problems, but as soon as the old man said he was absolutely safe, Wang Li immediately remembered his ancient secret chicken soup, and suddenly felt unreasonable again.

"Don't worry! This is not an ordinary winery, and I don't tell him the ordinary people." Lao Pordo said mysteriously.

"Um..." Wang Li was even more scared.

Lao Mao drove Wang Li all the way south, crossed Hunan Road and drove several intersections south to the industrial park near the urban-rural fringe.

After two turns, I finally stopped at the entrance of a small factory.

Seeing the small factory with less than four acres of land, Wang Li felt a sudden slap in his heart and said to himself: After all, he shouldn't believe this guy who sells foot washing water.

After getting off the car, Wang Li followed Lao Mao to the entrance of the brewery.

I saw a white wooden sign standing at the door, which read: "The fourth sweet wine in Jiangbei State Camp is the longest."

The word "sweet" was scratched with a brush, and the next one was changed to "skin"... "skin wine".

Wang Li was panicked, what kind of cultural level is this? Isn’t it just to use snowflakes to mix water as a beer?

"Is it really reliable?" Wang Li asked Lao Mao carefully.

"I've come here, just try it first." Lao Masahira persuaded.

"Okay, if it's not safe, I can leave immediately." Wang Li said with a straight face.

The same thing is true, you cannot lose your conscience when doing business.

Losing your conscience may make a profit for a while, but what to do in the future? That is called self-destruction of your signature.

If something happens to you, you will have to pay legal responsibility. How many self-employed businesses will be in trouble because of your conscience?

In the past, when Wang Li's family had not yet been demolished, there was a bun shop at the door. At first, the buns were thin and the filling was big and delicious. Later, they became more and more popular and began to cut corners. They closed the door less than the last year. It was not easy for ordinary people to make a business and keep their conscience even more difficult (the author personally experienced it).

"You don't know who I, Lao Subaru, are?"

"I'm not at ease just because I know who you are."

"Go to your uncle!"

As the two of them were talking, a handsome guy with white hair and white sportswear walked up to him. When he saw that it was Lao Subaru, he said respectfully: "It turns out that Boss Subaru is here. How much wine do you want this time?"

"Where is your uncle?"
Chapter completed!