The first step to a rich country is to get rich first and then get richer

On a whim, the restaurant was closed for two days for cleaning.

The sign hung outside did not cause any comment.

Xiaowu, Zhuzi, the three chefs and even Shopkeeper Ye all lined up in front of Lan Ning.

"What kind of a shabby trick is this?"

"Yes, this little thing has persuaded the shopkeeper to close down and even stop doing business."

"Boss, don't let this little guy fool you."

"okay."

A loud, childish voice interrupted the three chefs' cries against the shopkeeper.

"You guys have the energy to talk nonsense here right now, so I believe that you three will definitely work the hardest when cleaning later."

Seeing the three chefs opening their mouths to refute, Lan Ning turned around and walked in another direction without looking back.

"Move all these away and throw them away later."

Lan Ning frowned and pouted his lips.

She was in a bad mood, very bad mood.

What do you mean by instigating? What do you mean by losing your mind? She said it as if she was harming the restaurant.

The attitude of these three chefs reminded her of her life in her previous life. She didn't want to live her life again and still live that kind of life, a life where she was laughed at, scolded and looked down upon.

"There's definitely not enough time to rebuild these tables and chairs. Uncle Shopkeeper, can you find some colored paint?"

The shopkeeper was bending over to check if the things the little girl had pointed out and asked them to throw away were still important and if they could be exchanged for some silver. Suddenly he heard himself being called and quickly stood up to hide his embarrassment.

"Ahem, the pigment, that, I can find it."

Lan Ning pretended not to notice the shopkeeper's abnormality and nodded, saying that as long as he could find it, it would be fine.

"Then help me find more. The more colors and the more quantities the better."

"What are you going to do with the paint? What else do you need?"

The shopkeeper was confused, wondering what this little girl was going to do with the paint? How did she plan to decorate the restaurant in the end?

Lanning looked around and shook his head.

"The pigment is very useful, we'll talk about the other things later, let's just do this and see the effect."

Although they were reluctant, the shopkeeper gave orders and these people did not slack off, but were busy with the tasks assigned to them.

According to Lan Ning's request, she picked up the things that she thought should not be in the restaurant and threw them outside the door.

The shopkeeper was also very busy, and hurriedly picked out the things he needed from the pile of things thrown outside the gate.

Lan Ning was small, and apart from making arrangements, she couldn't help with much else. She could only wait for the shopkeeper to buy the paint back before she could start working.

These people were all rough and sturdy, but at least they had some strength, so they didn't make any noise when they were lifting things. It was just that their strength was too weak, and it took two people to lift such a light thing.

Lan Ning sat on the counter with a cup of tea beside him, watching these people moving in and out with a look of disgust.

The three chefs who had endured for a while could no longer bear it and would always find opportunities to ask Lan Ning out of concern: "What the hell are you looking at?"

The result was also fixed. The shopkeeper was always called over by Lan Ning's pitiful eyes to help her seek justice.

The shopkeeper spoke, and the three cooks naturally shut up.

These people were busy and Lan Ning couldn't help, so she went home first and let these people work in the restaurant on their own.

When we arrived at the restaurant the next day, all the things that shouldn't be in the restaurant had been moved out, but the hygiene conditions were too poor.

Lan Ning looked disgusted.

"Uncle shopkeeper still needs to find some aunts to do the cleaning. This is related to the business of your restaurant. You can't waste this little money."

Just when he was about to express his sympathy for the money and retort a few words, thinking that the current restaurant owner was pretty good, he immediately straightened up a little when he heard this and acted as if he didn't care.

"Of course, I can still afford this money.

"Old Li, Old Zhang, and Old Yi, the three of you go back and call your wives to come and clean the house, and tell them that you will give them 10 coins each for the next two days."

The three cooks were reluctant to do so. For ten cents, they only had to cook two more dishes. They already had a lot of chores to do at home. If they came here to earn those ten cents, wouldn't they be unable to find anyone to do the chores at home?

"20 coins a day, as long as they do a good job. If they don't do a good job, they can forget about the money. There are many places that need to be cleaned. Uncles, you can call Auntie over. She can earn 20 coins a day."

Lan Ning sat on the counter, swinging her feet, and rearranged the wages for the stingy shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper was about to jump up and down to reject the twenty cents a day offer, the three chefs were faster than him and rushed out of the door as if they were equipped with a motor, leaving the shopkeeper alone holding Erkang's hand.

Lan Ning didn't know what happened next, because she was afraid that the shopkeeper would cause trouble for her, so she ran away in a hurry.

She didn't tell Grandma Lan and the others about the restaurant, so as not to worry them or overthink it. She just said that she had been busy recently and had to go to the county town every day.

The grandmother didn't ask too many questions. Although her granddaughter was still very young, she fully supported her granddaughter's decision.

When I went to the restaurant the next day, the whole place looked brand new. Compared with the previous mess with garbage everywhere, it was now extremely clean.

It seems that the three aunts who came yesterday did play a big role.

There were many wooden barrels placed in the middle of the restaurant lobby. Lan Ning walked over and saw that they were all the paints she wanted.

"Uncle shopkeeper, do you have enough white paint? If not, you have to find someone to buy more. You are responsible for painting all the tables, chairs, stair railings and counters white."

Paint it white? Paint it all?

The shopkeeper followed Lan Ning's instructions and glanced around the tables, chairs and stools in the restaurant, then shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"No, no, it's unlucky to paint it white."

To them, red is the color of celebration and white is the color used for funerals. Who would be stupid enough to paint their restaurant entirely white? Wouldn't that make their restaurant's business worse and worse?

Hearing the shopkeeper say this, Lan Ning suddenly remembered that this was not modern style. Modern styles were mostly European, and mostly white.

"Then Uncle Shopkeeper, what color of paint is easier to buy? We need to have enough to paint all these things that color."

The shopkeeper was a little unhappy. Her refusal just now meant that he did not agree to change the color of all the things in the restaurant. Who knew that she would not give up and wanted to paint them in other colors.

His mood was extremely unstable due to being busy, and he easily became angry. The beard that he had not had time to shave in the past two days seemed to stand up with his anger.

"You little girl, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to help me or hurt me? Who will come to my restaurant again if you arrange things like this? You make it so fancy that I would think you are an actor. Ah, no, you shouldn't listen to these words. Anyway, it won't work if you say so. I think the restaurant is good the way it is now."

Although the shopkeeper was very angry, he was also careful with his words so as not to let the little girl hear anything she shouldn't hear.

Hearing the shopkeeper's refusal, the three chefs standing by, who had been afraid that their boss would be led by this little girl for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he finally had his own ideas.

Yes, what kind of restaurant would be like this? Customers would think it is too fancy, so who would come in to eat?