The new book of the burning prairie star

"Is this restaurant also decorated with medium-quality wood?" Xia Kunfeng asked him. It would be a good deal for Yang Biao to buy the smallest shop on the Lushui Road for 18,000 taels, but buying a shop on this road was not a good idea.

This shop has three floors and is large enough. There is a large open space in front of the shop where guests who come to the restaurant to dine can park their cars and horses. Yang Biao is very satisfied with the hardware conditions, although from what Xia Kunfeng said, he seemed to have paid too much and suffered a loss.

However, with the experience ahead of him, he had bargained down the price of the restaurant from 50,000 taels to 18,000 taels. He should be content. This was an experience he had never had before.

"Well, let's go with the above-average level," Yang Biao saw that he was still gesturing around, so he didn't bother him and just watched quietly.

"Your shop has three floors, which is one more than the shop on the waterway. Although the location is not as good as the one over there, the wood you need is more than the cloth shop, and the quality is the same, but the decoration will be more troublesome." Xia Kunfeng made it clear in advance that Yang Biao was introduced by Xia Weiwei, so he should not tell his niece that he had ripped off the customer.

"Well, Boss Xia is a trustworthy person." Yang Biao naturally knew that there was no upper limit to the cost of renovation. The better the materials, the more expensive it was. Although he was not short of money now, it was better to contract the materials and labor to control the cost of renovation. It would also save him some trouble. "I wonder how much I should give to Boss Xia?"

"Give me three thousand taels!" Xia Kunfeng lowered his head and thought for a while, then took into account the wood, paint, labor, etc. required for the three-story building and quoted a price for the decoration.

"Oh, okay, I have the silver notes with me now, so I'll pay it to Boss Xia." Yang Biao's renovation budget was two thousand taels, which he put in his arms in advance, and his sleeve pocket contained one thousand taels. So he took out three thousand taels of silver notes from his arms and sleeve pocket and handed them to Xia Kunfeng, "Boss Xia is Weiwei's uncle, so there's no need to write a receipt!" The two had dealt with each other before, and Xia Kunfeng was a trustworthy man.

"Business is business, and relationships are relationships. We still have to abide by the rules." He was familiar with the person, but not with the etiquette! Xia Kunfeng checked the banknote and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he went to Yang Biao's carriage to get a pen and ink, wrote a receipt, and handed it to him.

He knew that Yang Biao was a friend of his niece, and he might have asked him not to write a receipt because he was young and couldn't save face. But business is business, there is no father-son relationship, so he had to teach this teenager the rules of business to avoid big losses in the future.

"This..." Yang Biao was a little confused. Didn't they say that there was no need to write a receipt? Xia Kunfeng was really an open-minded person.

"You keep it, kid," Xia Kunfeng saw that he didn't stretch out his hand, so he grabbed his left hand, stuffed it into his hand, and then left the restaurant.

"Hey, ask your man to take me back!" Xia Kunfeng was a little speechless when he didn't see Yang Biao following him out. He told Yang Biao that he came here in his own carriage. When he followed Yang Biao to the government office, he was worried that his store had to deliver goods, so he asked the coachman to go back first. How come this kid doesn't understand the ways of the world?

"Oh, sorry!" Hearing Xia Kunfeng's shout, Yang Biao hurriedly apologized, handed the restaurant key to him, asked him to come over to renovate the restaurant, and asked Jiang Sheng to drive him back.

"Yang Biao, do you want to open a restaurant?" Qin Xiaoran asked him curiously when she heard Yang Biao said he bought a restaurant. She had a relative who had done it and knew that running a restaurant was very tiring. "Don't you still have to take the imperial examination? Are you sure you have time to manage it?"

"Little thing, who told you that you have to run a restaurant yourself?" Yang Biao pinched her chubby face and smiled brightly.

"Isn't it?" Qin Xiaoran looked at him puzzledly.

"If we have to do everything ourselves, what will happen to those owners who open branches everywhere?" Yang Biao couldn't help laughing. Most of the people who come to the restaurant to eat are men, and they are afraid that some of them will get drunk and act crazy, so Qin Xiaoran is not suitable to manage the restaurant.

"Who should help you run the restaurant?" Qin Xiaoran frowned. Dongpi was managing the cloth shop and was busy with business, so he couldn't get away. Fugui was in charge of brewing and selling wine, but that wasn't an option. He had to dye the cloth and carve patterns with the people who bought it, but he didn't have time either. What should he do? Who else would run the restaurant?

"Then just go buy a few people to be chefs." This problem was easy to solve. Yang Biao didn't like seeing Qin Xiaoran frowning at such a young age. The little girl should smile more, so he took her to the dental clinic.

"Sir, is there anything you need? I, Lu Junnan, am at your service!" Seeing that Yang Biao was well-dressed, five agents came up to him. One of the thin men introduced himself. He had to do so because he could not compete with these colleagues.

"I want to hire someone. Do you have a chef who can cook?" Yang Biao asked, pointing at Lu Junnan who was squeezed behind by four other agents.

"Yes, yes." Lu Junnan tried hard to squeeze forward to answer, but he was really unable to do so. He could only jump up so that Yang Biao could see him.

"Call them out and let me take a look." Before Yang Biao finished his words, he saw Lu Junnan running into the dental clinic.

"Young man, this is the one who knows how to cook, and his cooking skills are pretty good, take a look!" After a short wait, Lu Junnan came out with more than ten people, including men and women, young and old.

"My luck is really good. These people were originally slaves working in the restaurant. Because their masters were involved in a rebellion, their property was confiscated and their families were exterminated. My luck is very good. I can choose who has a good life and suits my taste." To save trouble, the officials placed the servants in the mansion in various pawnshops and had them sold again.

"Oh, let me take a look!" Yang Biao planned to buy five people, "What's your specialty?" He saw a thin man. As everyone knows, a big face and thick neck are either the boss or the cook! How come there is such a thin chef?

"My lord, my specialty is making preserved meat and sausage as the main ingredients. The preserved dishes have a mellow taste." He was so thin because of an illness, but he successfully attracted Yang Biao's attention, which was a blessing in disguise.

"Oh, you stand behind me first," Yang Biao asked others what their specialties were, and then selected people one by one.

"Let's just pick these five!" Yang Biao finally picked a man in his thirties. He looked behind him and saw that there were already five people. They were enough chefs for the restaurant.

"Young man, these people are all skilled, so..." Lu Junnan told him that this was the price set by the government and there was no room for bargaining.

"Well, tell me, how much do you want for five people?" Yang Biao originally wanted to experience the pleasure of bargaining again, but unfortunately he couldn't do so.

"Three hundred taels of silver for five people!" Lu Junnan held up two fingers. If this deal was done, his commission would be enough to allow his family to move to a better place.

"Well, go and write the contract," Yang Biao took out three silver bills from his sleeve pocket and prepared to hand them to him after the contract was finished.

"Okay, I'll write it right away." Lu Junnan hurried to find the director of the brokerage firm to handle the various matters related to the contract transfer.