King of Kings, start with a perfect record and strive for the top spot.

Ye Lan walked towards his shop, but because the entrance was crowded with people, he was forced to enter through the back door.

As soon as you enter, you see a bustling scene in the "back kitchen".

The customer flow was simply too large, with too many customers. There were only four people in the store, including Zhang Longhe, and they couldn't possibly handle it all.

The milk tea machine is almost smoking.

Even when the employees saw the boss arrive, they didn't bother to greet him and remained at their posts.

Ye Lan didn't make a sound to disturb them. She walked to the cashier alone and glanced at today's sales figures.

The quantity has exceeded three thousand cups.

The warehouse is running low on raw materials, and the inventory is about to run out. Before long, the factory will be forced to shut down due to the shortage of raw materials.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, the milk tea shop was forced to close down due to a lack of raw materials.

Customers who were unable to purchase the item clearly showed their dissatisfaction on their faces.

With nightlife just around the corner, how will they regain their former glory without "Vitality Dew" milk tea?

How should we deal with the issue of "not eating cilantro"?

But even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice. Even if the customers were disappointed and dissatisfied, there was nothing they could do but leave in anger.

He muttered to himself that he must come early tomorrow.

After closing the shop door, Zhang Longhe and the rest of the milk tea production team were as deflated as punctured balloons.

He sat limply on the ground, his arms hanging limply, as if they were no longer part of his body.

Lying in a crooked and haphazard position.

Zhang Longhe was a young and strong male college student, and he had often worked part-time at a milk tea shop before, so his resistance was much higher than that of others.

As he flexed his wrists, he asked Ye Lan, puzzled:

"Boss, can't you hire a few more people? Look how exhausted we are."

Milk tea belongs to the catering industry, and hygiene is of paramount importance, so every employee in the production team must wear a mask.

This makes it difficult for them to breathe.

With a huge number of orders and customers, the team worked from morning till night, with no time to rest or even eat.

"How can you only talk about the effort and not the reward? Triple pay, isn't that great!" Ye Lan scoffed.

"That was really great." Zhang Longhe nodded, his face beaming with the joy of making money.

"Boss, you're already paying us triple wages, why don't you hire two more people? Aren't the expenses the same?"

An employee with an honest-looking face pulled down his mask, panting heavily, and asked the question that had been bothering him.

“If you understood the ins and outs, you wouldn’t be working for me; I would be working for you.”

"That's true." The man grinned sheepishly and scratched his head.

The principle behind this is actually quite simple: normally, more people means more power, and efficiency will also increase.

However, this theory does not apply to milk tea shops.

The store layout is only so big. With a large number of employees, everyone is crammed into a small space, which inevitably leads to accidents due to bumps and knocks.

Efficiency will actually decrease as a result.

Furthermore, the situation of being packed with customers cannot happen every day; it can only last for a maximum of half a month.

Hiring full-time staff is clearly impractical in this situation; only part-time staff can be hired.

However, the part-time staff lack professional skills and their work proficiency is also very worrying. If we want to hire them and use them, we have to train them for a few days.

But right now, when there's a shortage of manpower, how can Ye Lan have the time to train new people?

This is also the main reason why he wanted to win over several milk tea shops in the vicinity.

So after much deliberation, he decided to give the production team a raise.

With such a generous reward, everyone was a bit tired, but the feeling of making money was truly satisfying.

After all, with the triple pay buff, just one week's earnings can equal the monthly earnings of an employee at the neighboring bubble tea shop.

People love to compare themselves, especially with their peers.

It's perfectly normal to compare grades during school years, salaries after adulthood, and children after old age.

It seems that only by comparing themselves with others can they find meaning in their efforts.

"By the way, boss, have you finalized deals with those shops next door?"

Previously, Zhang Longhe had heard Ye Lan talk about the future development of the milk tea shop, so he knew a little about his plans.

Ye Lan shook her head. "It didn't work. The owners of those shops even formed a 'milk tea alliance' to try and use it to counterbalance us."

Zhang Longhe was slightly surprised upon hearing this, clearly not expecting that different milk tea brands would join forces one day.

"Wouldn't that be the end of it? With several of them joining forces, we are outnumbered and outmatched."

"Do you think business warfare is like a boxing match in an octagon? Having more people doesn't necessarily help. Let's see what they do tomorrow," Ye Lan said with a sullen laugh.

Upon hearing this, the deep admiration in Zhang Longhe's eyes was impossible to conceal.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Lan frowned.

"Boss, you have no idea how cool you were when you were talking about countering every move! You're practically my idol!"

"Longhe, I have a question for you. Where are you from?"

"What's wrong with Jiangnan?"

"That's fine, as long as it's not from Sichuan or Chongqing."

Zhang Longhe: ? ? ?

Ye Lan jumped off the table, clapped her hands and said, "Alright, everyone has worked hard today. It's still early, so I'll treat everyone to a meal at a restaurant."

"Yay, long live the boss!"

"Boss, you're my idol!"

"I am willing to follow my boss to the death!"

.........

The employees walked briskly at the front of the group, their laughter echoing along the way.

Ye Lan and Zhang Longhe walked side by side at the back of the group, following at a leisurely pace, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

Currently, the only Chinese herbal milk tea available is Yuanqi Chunlu, which can certainly attract customers in the short term by virtue of its kidney-tonifying effects.

However, relying on just one style is clearly not enough to promote and launch the product.

So we need to start trying other types of milk tea too.

"Send me a materials list when you get back, and I'll have Shi Rongjin from the logistics department purchase some as a backup. Let's try it out first."

"If the results are satisfactory, we will officially launch it."

"Okay, boss, I understand." Zhang Longhe nodded to indicate that he understood.

Finally, the group arrived at a restaurant called "Food is Heaven" and booked a private room.

There were no particular rules for the employee dinner; everyone ordered a stir-fry or a cold dish. Ye Lan, as the boss, ordered a hot pot with pig's feet, chicken feet, and duck feet.

Zhang Longhe asked curiously, "Boss, do you really like eating animal feet?"

"I still have a special fondness for feet."

Ye Lan nodded, her words carrying a double meaning, and couldn't help but recall Lin Xueyao's slender, warm body.

His lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

I wonder if she'll wash her feet and wait for me tonight; it's really hard to guess.