Under the night.

In the village, Yan Qinghe and Malay walked and talked.

However, for the horse, Yan Qinghe listened, asking two words from time to time.

He was just an advertiser, and he simply did not understand the management of management, especially a restaurant that took the high-end route.

What a horse says, whatever.

"Mr. Yan, how about you to take a stake in technology and make up 70% of the restaurant's shares?"After the Malays had finished the idea of the restaurant, they stopped to ask.

“More than 70 percent.”

Yan Qingying shook his head and smiled, “General Ma, your money is not windy, I am just doing a few dishes a month, there is no need to send me so much money.”You seven, I'm three, and besides I go to a few dishes once or twice a month, I don't care about anything else..."

"Mr. Yan, it seems that I have suffered a loss, but your cooking is priceless, and you can't measure it with money at all."Malay shook his head and said seriously, "I really want to say, it should be that I have earned it, as long as your cooking is alive, it will definitely cause a sensation in the world, and it will be sought after by countless people, and a dish sold to tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people, it is not impossible."And it’s definitely worth the price...”

“Five percent.”

He hesitated, and his cooking skills were priceless.

As Malay said, as long as his cooking is alive, it will definitely cause a stir in society, so he has invested in the kitchen, not taking advantage of Malay.

Instead, the Malays took advantage of it.

"If Mr. Yan says so, then 50%."Malay said, he knew that Mr. Yan did not care about money, otherwise he would have opened a restaurant long ago.

Moreover, the existence of a god-like will value human money?

"But I have one condition."

Yan Qingyong thought about it, just now he forgot to say, so now to add: "If you agree, I will agree to open a restaurant with you, if you do not agree, then the opening of the restaurant is the end."

“Mr. Yan, please speak.”

The Malay face was solemn, not knowing what the conditions were.

“My cooking comes from the world, so I want to give back to the world, which is one of the main reasons I agree to open a restaurant.”Yan Qingqing looked at the Malay, paused and said, “So, every month, I will make a table of dishes and sell them to people at ordinary prices.”As for who to sell, it is up to me to assign it at will that you or the restaurant have no right to interfere.Of course, only one table is sold every month, and I, every month, will do more than two tables...”

“Mr. Yan is righteous!”

Malay was somewhat surprised and said, “Right now, giving back to the world is supposed, and I absolutely agree.”Mr. Yan, or not, half and half, how?How many tables do you make for the usual price, and how many tables are priced by the restaurant?”

"One table is enough."

The choir laughed.

After all, this is an absolute high-priced dish, decay into a magical dish, will certainly be sold to tens of thousands of dollars or even more.However, being sold at an ordinary price will definitely cause dissatisfaction with the staff of the restaurant.

He doesn't have to be like that.

A table is enough.

Moreover, he is only by the way, it is a reward for the people, and he does not serve the people.

In fact, since the restaurant is a high-end route, even the ordinary dishes in the restaurant will be a high price, several times higher than the outside, or even ten times.

So, even if it is sold at ordinary prices, it is not low.

If it is a matter of giving back to people, why should it be so?With high-end restaurants, stop most ordinary people?

It is also a sign of ability or luck.

Without the ability and luck, don't be in the sky, you should reflect on it.

Yan Qinghang himself, is also an ordinary person, even if there is no immortal inn, he will still be better than most people, income will be more than most people.

It was the result of his efforts.

If he goes down the road before, he is likely to sit in the position of creative director at the age of 30, with an annual income of tens of millions.

You may even open a studio yourself.

With luck, it is possible to set up a company or even make your own name.

When the Malay heard Yan Qingkong say a table, he said nothing more, and then said again about the idea of the restaurant.

The more I say, the more excited.

He was looking forward to the restaurant and had not felt that way for a long time.

He now wanted to return to East Lake immediately and set about preparing the restaurant in order to open as soon as possible and lead the world to catering...

The tids is just smiling and listening.

He agreed to open a restaurant, just using some free time and making some money by the way.

He was the owner of the long-life inn, but his parents, sister, and many relatives were not.Most of my family can’t live on the road...

That’s some guarantee too.

When he returned to the old man's yard, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and he could not imagine talking to Malay for more than two hours.

Chef Wang and Mr. Li are still working on tomorrow's food.

The horse wandered for a while, about ten o'clock, and then said goodbye and left, and returned to the house prepared by the assistant.

This is a good house.

After chatting with the owner for a while, Malay returned to his room, then took out his mobile phone and opened the bamboo garden group.

Malay: “Isn’t it all there?”Come out and share good things with you.”

“What good?”

The rain immediately bubbled, some curiously asked.

“Mr. Ma, what a good thing.”The fool followed the bubbling, and there was also some curiosity.

“The princess isn’t?When the eldest princess had bubled, she said together."In fact, he is mainly looking for the eldest princess, white fools and white rain, but incidental.

“In, what good thing?”

The princess bubbling, and made a smile.

"Just now, Mr. Yan agreed to open a restaurant with me, intending to bring you into the group."The Malay Road.

At this time, the eldest princess, white fools and white rain, are a little shocked, do not dare to believe.

“Really?”White fools.

"Mr. Ma, really fake, don't you want us to be happy, Mr. Yan opened a restaurant?"The white rain was surprised and did not believe that Mr. Yan would go to the restaurant.

Is a god opening a restaurant?

How does it feel to be strange?

“Really?”The princess asked.

"Nature is real."

Malay smiled, and then said, "Mr. Yan, with technology to share, accounting for 50% of the restaurant, you have no opinion?"

"No, of course not, how can there be an opinion."White fools.

"Neither do I."The white rain.

"Mr. Yan accounted for 50% of the shares, then the remaining 50% of the shares, we will share the stolen money."The Malay hesitated, and his heart had already been divided, "Then I am thirty, don't you have any opinion?"

“No.”

“No.”

If it weren’t for Malays, there would be no such thing at all, and they naturally had no opinion.

Moreover, opinions are useless.

"Then Princess, you occupy fourteen, you occupy five fools, you occupy one in the white rain, don't you have an opinion?"

“No.”

“No.”

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