Chapter 1835: Chapter 1915[1915]

"Why is there only 100,000 yuan left? " Zhao Jiaming had never been worried about money. When he heard that he only had 100,000 yuan left, he was naturally afraid.

Cui Ming said, "my young master, you spend money like water. Of the 100,000 yuan, there is still 50,000 yuan left. You can't touch it.

"Have you forgotten that the chef of an Jia restaurant is still waiting for us to give him money? "

"When you mentioned the chef, I wanted to ask you the same question. " Zhao Jiaming grabbed Cui Ming's collar and said, "we have already bribed the five chefs.

"where did we hire the CHEF TO COOK "Have you investigated this? "

Cui Ming shook his head and said, "I've asked people to investigate, but they've blocked the news.

"I haven't found anything, and the waiters are tight-lipped.

"If they don't talk, I can't do anything about it! "

"Don't you know how to spend money? If 100 yuan isn't enough, then 1,000 yuan. If 1,000 yuan isn't enough, then 10,000 yuan. Someone will eventually talk. " Zhao Jiaming felt that if he could solve the problem with money, why not use money to solve it?

"My young master, if I really spend 10,000 yuan to buy a piece of news.

You will definitely kill me afterwards. " Cui Ming continued with an aggrieved look, "our funds are limited, do we really have to fight them to the death? "

"You want to not fight to the death? Then think of a good idea for me. If there's no good idea, just do as I tell you. "

"Okay, young master, I will get someone to spread the news now.

The restaurant will officially start from tomorrow. 100 back, 60 coupons."

Zhao Jiaming only let go of his hand when he heard Cui Ming say this.

Cui Ming immediately ran out after he was put down.

When the young master was angry, he didn't dare to disobey the order.

Anyway, he had tried to persuade him, but the young master didn't listen. In the future, if things became serious, he wouldn't be blamed.

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After Cui Ming left, Zhao Jiaming continued to smash two more tables to calm his emotions.

That old Fart of the an family was still lying in the hospital.

An Qingyan, that little girl, usually only knew how to read. How could she have thought of this?

Who Was it Was it giving her advice?

He had made a plan, but after planning for more than half a year, he didn't expect it to fail.

How could he accept this?

If he did not follow the trend and sell like them, his restaurant's business would definitely suffer.

An family restaurant was a century-old business. It already had a lot of business to begin with, and now with the rebate discount.

Zhao Jiaming simply did not dare to imagine what kind of scene it would be like?

An family restaurant was busy at the moment. The guests did not have a table, so they directly returned home to bring a table and a stool. It was for the sake of participating in the discount promotion.

It was not until two o'clock at night that an family restaurant sent the last table of guests away.

Hong Yu was so tired that she was almost exhausted. It had been a long time since she had cooked like this. She felt that she could not move her hands. She stood at the side and rubbed her hands together, trying to ease the strength of her hands.

Zheng Cheng watched from the side. He was particularly distressed as he went to fetch hot water to wet the towel and gently applied it on it.

"Zheng Cheng, it's been a long time since I've been so tired. I almost couldn't get used to it.

"today, I don't even know how many dishes I've cooked. "

"There's a total of 1,850 dishes. I've already counted them for you. " Zheng Cheng's heart ached as he said, "you're too practical. Why didn't you let someone else cook on the stove?

"Can your body handle it if you do it yourself? "

Hong Yu yawned and explained, "today is the first day. In order to be on good terms with them, I can only hold on.

"It'll be fine tomorrow. I'll let them help with the cooking.

"You don't have to worry. My Body isn't as weak as it looks. "

"You! What should I say about you? " Zheng Cheng really couldn't do anything about Hong Yu's stubborn temper.