Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Grenville Harper felt uneasy in the carriage, as if he were a prisoner about to be executed, waiting for his fate to be judged.

The more I think about "King of New York" Chen Yigeng's recent performances, he feels as if he has fallen into an ice cave.

Would he suddenly shoot himself?

Would he use that advanced horse poker to hold against his head and force himself to overdraw his connections? Or simply let yourself turn the lining of your fanny pack to the sky, grab and squeeze out every last penny from yourself?

This is a necessary concern, after all, this is a crazy era.

What about an outsider?

Xinghui Catering Company will spread unstoppably throughout New York, even the surrounding towns, and even the entire country like the flu.

This money is earned as easily as a strong wind.

Grenville Harper looked at the number of people in line: "Yes!"

This was the first time Grenville Harper heard about this kind of business practice. He was shocked and said: "What a plan!"

Grenville Harper asked: "Who came up with this franchise model? What a genius!"

"..." Grenville Harper suddenly realized.

There is a unique carriage on the street in front.

How unfair is God to open one window for him and then another?

But there are still a few warm-hearted readers queuing up to vote. Sometimes I feel so ashamed that I want to tell you: Just forget it.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "What do you think of this food truck business?"

Zhao Chuanxin said while eating: "Well, it tastes really good. It's rare in the sky and hard to find on the ground."

He dug around in his pocket, took out a seven-cent coin and handed it over: "Have a lobster sandwich."

He spoke in Chinese: "Sir, this New York is really the land of phoenixes. As long as there are no white people suppressing us, none of us Chinese can be prosperous."

This is usually impossible because he pays great attention to his appearance and dress.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the reins to the coachman: "Look at the horse for me."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the owner of the dining car. He was an honest and friendly Chinese man with eyebrows and was quite festive.

You haven’t killed anyone in a few days, right?

"Bring it."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You must have misunderstood me and thought I was threatening you. But in fact, I am really kind-hearted and provide reliable investment projects for my friends."

Grenville Harper is somewhat immune to Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket and grabbed Grenville Harper's arm with the other hand: "Let's go get in line."

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw that it was a Camel brand. He lit one and put the rest in his pocket.

There were many people lined up outside, including workers with mustaches and overalls, white-collar workers with suit jackets on their arms, Chinese people wearing Chinese coats and long braids...

Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away and muttered in a casual manner: "When I fired the gun, I was only smoking a cigar, and I happened to have no cigar on me."

Especially in the current economic downturn in the United States, a large number of people are in the industry. In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, they only have what they need to eat, and the food in the dining trucks is high quality and cheap...

But I dare not refute.

"Chen...Chen Yigeng?" The man's hands trembled and he almost dropped his knife and shovel. "Oh, Mr. Chen is here, how can you collect the money? Xiao Wuzi, please return the money quickly."

But he did some calculations. For each food truck, Zhao Chuanxin earned a share of the food truck money, a share of franchise technology money, and a daily supply of semi-finished raw materials. Once the food trucks spread all over New York, the daily income will add up to very scary.

The two seem incomparable. People who run food trucks are generally not even from middle-class families, so no one should sue Xinghui Catering Company.

But in my heart, I was habitually disdainful.

"Did you bring cigarettes?"

Below are a few rows of small words: lobster sandwich, chicken sandwich, salad sandwich...

"Let's call me Chen Yigeng."

Grenville Harper gasped.

The driver was not angry, but looking at Zhao Chuanxin's figure, he didn't dare to curse.

"I!"

Soon there were two people in line.

After getting sandwiches and coffee, Zhao Chuanxin and Grenville Harper left with the boss's warm greetings and sat down on a nearby bench.

Why does this common man have such a mind?

Grenville Harper was startled: "Look at the horse and do this seriously. This is very important."

He thought for a while and took it out.

He touched his pocket, took out the cigarette case, and found that he only had the last cigarette.

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Just tell me, will this food truck make money?"

In anxiety, the carriage followed the tall horse in front to Carnell Street.

Like Rockefeller, a big tree attracts the wind.

"Yes, if there is a good project, the first thing I think of is my best friend, which is you."

He lowered his head and muttered: "The economy is currently in recession, and this sandwich only costs 7 cents. If the profit is considerable, it is indeed very profitable."

He said in English: "I think there is no need to change the remaining money. Give us two cups of coffee with sugar and milk."

The author is an old man who is running for fourth grade and has a heart disease. Please bear with me for being slow.

"Recognize it. Did you see the sign? Xinghui Fast Food. I own Xinghui Catering Company."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How is business?"

"Thanks to Mr. Chen, the food truck business is doing very well. I won't be able to build a big house in New York until this time next year! Mr. Chen really invented a good business. How is Mr. Chen's brain so good?" What about?"

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the end of the queue.

But the problem is that Chen Yigeng is a madman.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

There are a few irritable old men who always attack me when they come up.

"Okay! Fill it up for Mr. Chen, high up, with the coffee spiked!"

He had to strike while the iron was hot: "I said, we are friends. You must think that helping me find customers is a waste of time, but it is not. Our company has a word called 'salesman'. You recruit franchisees for Xinghui Catering Company , there is a commission. The commission for joining a food truck is at least 10 yuan. If you have the ability to recruit more than 10 franchisees, then congratulations, you have a side business, you will become a regional manager, and there will be a commission for the regional supply of ingredients, which can be used You make a lot of money.”

The Chinese boss heard it funny, but he tried his best to endure it.

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He even dared to recruit ten franchisees in one day. One hundred yuan a day, three thousand yuan a month. Plus the regional manager’s commission, it’s a bit scary!

As for the business model Zhao Chuanxin mentioned, it is foreseeable that those salesmen will go crazy recruiting franchisees to earn commissions. The same is true for regional managers, who will train salespeople like crazy.

But Zhao Chuanxian's Xinghui Catering Company seems to be just making a small fuss.

The key is that Grenville Harper is a good communicator and he has many connections.

Then he said: "If you have the kind of customers with a lot of talent and money, you can introduce investment. In theory, you can join as many vehicles as you want."