Chapter 78 The opening of Guoqiang Hotel - "Rebirth in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the separation"
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The opening is scheduled for June 22nd.
Two days in advance, Lin Guoqiang asked Zhao Zhijun to ride a tricycle and distribute leaflets throughout the town.
The flyer was handwritten and mimeographed, and two hundred copies were printed.
It reads "Guoqiang Hotel grandly opens on June 22nd.
Open for three days, 20% off the entire store, buy one get one free on beer.
Book your banquet as soon as possible."
The whole town was in uproar.
20% off.
Buy one get one free on beer.
This level of discount has never been seen before in this town.
On June 22, Lin Guoqiang got up before dawn.
All four stoves in the back kitchen are on fire, and the stew pot is steaming.
Wang Dazhu cleaned the twelve tables, and Sun Xiaoli arranged the teapots and cups neatly.
Zhao Sumei sat behind the counter, with an abacus, account book, and change box all available.
Lin Jing was wearing a newly made red shirt and sitting on the small bench next to the counter, very well behaved.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the doors officially opened.
There were already more than a dozen people lined up at the door.
As soon as the door opened, everyone rushed in.
"Boss! Here are two meat buns!"
"I want a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"
"I heard that your family has braised pork rice? Come get one!"
"Is it true that buy one beer and get one free?"
Sun Xiaoli served tea and water, Wang Dazhu passed the dishes to the waiter, and Zhao Zhijun was sweating profusely in the kitchen.
Lin Guoqiang stood in front of the stove, holding a spoon in one hand and seasoning in the other.
The four stove eyes come in turn, in an orderly manner.
Zhao Sumei was sitting at the counter, collecting money and giving change, and the beads on the abacus were clattering.
Twelve tables, turned over three times.
By two o'clock in the afternoon, most of the prepared ingredients were sold.
Lin Guoqiang quickly asked Wang Dazhu to go to the market to restock.
Meat, vegetables, tofu, eggs, and another tricycle came back.
In the evening, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came.
"Boss, can you reserve a table here?"
Lin Guoqiang wiped his hands: "Yes, six yuan, eight yuan, ten yuan, three basic grades, and high-end packages from ten yuan to fifteen yuan.
Minimum order for ten people or more, one day in advance."
"My old mother is celebrating her birthday on June 28th. I would like to book six tables for ten yuan a table."
Zhao Sumei's hand that was turning the abacus stopped.
Six tables.
Ten yuan a table.
Sixty bucks.
The middle-aged man looked at the menu and then at the bustling scene in the store.
"Okay, it's your house. Here's the deposit, ten yuan."
He took out a large bill and placed it on the counter.
When Zhao Sumei collected the money and issued the invoice, her hands were shaking.
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