NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12 Got the money
According to the fat boss's understanding of the Mei family, others would not dare to vouch for it. Those few hosts must be happy. Who doesn't want to be called filial?
If you don't want to save face, why bother hosting seventy tables?
But he has never hired a reporter before, so he really has no idea. Should we ask him to place an advertisement in the newspaper?
"Nowadays, there are more and more restaurants in the city, and the competition will only become more and more fierce. However, being able to take on 70 tables at a time and the guests are all in the newspaper. Do you think it is a good publicity for your restaurant? "
Pang Xiangdong held his fat double chin, "Okay, okay...but I don't need your wild boar."
"I said, not just the boar, but the service."
"Let's talk about wild boars first. There are no wild boars on the market today. Now if you have a special dish that everyone praises on your table, and others can't imitate it for a while, do you think it's worth spending the extra one or two hundred dollars? ??" Lin Jing asked.
Nowadays, there are indeed more and more people opening restaurants in the city. If it weren't for the connections at home and being able to take some public seats, they might have been outclassed long ago. They really need some gimmicks.
"Will the reporter come?" At this time, newspapers were still a sacred thing, and reporters were naturally an unattainable profession.
There is nothing unattainable, and if there is, it’s because you don’t give much.
"Mr. Mei celebrates his 100th birthday. Six generations living under the same roof have been rare in ancient times. Seventy tables and seventy tables of relatives and friends gather together. What a great gimmick. It stabilizes people's hearts and brings peace to the society. It is worth reporting."
It is not easy for a person to live to be a hundred years old, especially since the old man of the Mei family has gone through several years of changes. Not only is he still alive, but he is also bright and clear-minded. There is nothing extraordinary about it in reporting.
But what are the benefits to your own restaurant? The fat boss felt that he could only choose one of two, either reporting on their restaurant or reporting on someone else's birthday party. It seemed uneconomical to invite reporters to make Mei's family happy, and he had to spend a lot of money to buy wild boar.
Lin Jing was also speechless.
I have already mentioned this, why can’t I write a soft article? Photos of the birthday boy before the banquet, photos of the family, and the restaurant's signboard, all of which do not need to be emphasized to advertise, as long as people see the name of the restaurant.
After all, it’s not cheap to place a formal advertisement in a newspaper these days, but what’s so hard about adding something to the news and just giving the reporter a red envelope and a photo? You don’t have to pay for advertising and still advertise.
In modern times, it is soft-text advertising, which is subtle, but there is no such concept at this time.
The fat boss's eyes lit up. This was indeed much cheaper than advertising, and it seemed to be more effective.
"What's more, how many restaurants in the city can serve 70 tables at a time? In the future, you can take the lead in changing the name to distinguish the restaurant from the restaurant, take the opportunity to divide the customer group, and refine the classification to do business with mid-to-high-end customers." Lin Jing said with all her heart.
There should be a lot of restaurants in the south by this time, but the whole city basically calls them restaurants, restaurants, etc. The snack bars that sell rice are called their restaurants, and the big hotels that hold banquets are just called their restaurants.
It makes sense, it makes sense!
The fat boss felt that he was in front of a little girl who didn't understand the market. He just felt that the other party knew too much and knew how to do business better than he did.
Maybe the cooking method is really special.
"I'll take your wild boar, and it will be at the price you said." The fat boss didn't ask anyone to weigh it, and just asked the boy to unload it.
Then he introduced himself to Lin Jing: "Girl, my surname is Pang, and I am the owner of this hotel, no, I am the owner of this restaurant. From now on, you can call me Uncle Pang."
Lin Jing followed the good example and said, "Hello, Uncle Pang, my name is Lin Jing, that is my eldest brother Lin Yun, and the one next to me is Lin Ershan, the hunting master of our village. He is the one who shot the wild boar today."
Pang Xiangdong greeted them one by one. Hearing that he was a hunting expert, he couldn't help but take another look at Lin Ershan, confirming that both of them were not as good as that little girl.
Lin Jing wrote down two methods for making wild boar meat in the south that she knew for Pang Xiangdong. She also wrote all the soft articles for him. Tomorrow, she only needed to insert photos and change a few words to report directly.
The whole article talks about how Mrs. Mei has gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes and finally celebrates her 100th birthday in the new era. It only mentions one thing about the filial piety of her descendants - the children ordered the largest and best restaurant in the city for the old man, and the restaurant is full of fragrance.
Pang Xiangdong is not a fool. Lin Jing didn't fully understand when he said it, but now he understands it naturally. He said that he is the biggest and best restaurant on his birthday, and coupled with photos of the restaurant, this effect is better than his direct advertisement in the newspaper. too much.
Since everyone was already doing this, Pang Xiangdong narrowed his eyes and naturally couldn't be stingy, so he directly gave him 800 yuan.
Lin Jing only asked for seven hundred and said, "The agreed price remains unchanged."
Pang Xiangdong's eyes narrowed even smaller, but his heart became more optimistic.
Lin Jing collected the money and prepared to leave.
Pang Xiangdong gave her a business card, "If you have any game in the future, you can come to me."
He paused and smiled: “But I can’t give you today’s price.
Lin Jing thanked her and accepted the business card.
At this time, there were very few people who could install a landline phone, and they could also have a mobile phone and print business cards. Pang Xiangdong is worthy of being a leading figure in the catering industry in the future.
"We can't have a stable supply of game meat. If you collect spicy cabbage, pickled radish, etc., we can have a stable supply."
Pang Xiangdong smiled. Sure enough, the little girl is someone who can cooperate with him for a long time. "Okay, you can send some over to try the taste first. If it tastes good, I will make an appointment with you. If it doesn't work, then it won't work." Lin Jing naturally didn't. It shouldn't be true.
After leaving the restaurant, Lin Jing handed 350 yuan to Lin Ershan.
Lin Ershan came here with trepidation, but now he got more money than he expected, and he was extremely excited. He couldn't save even thirty-five dollars in cash all year round, not to mention three hundred and fifty.
"Brother Yun, I will hang out with you from now on. If anything happens, just say hello!"
Lin Yun frowned slightly, looked at his sister and said, "I listen to my sister."
The meaning is obvious, she is the one who calls the shots in the family.
Wasn't the list just now the one Lin Jing talked about? Lin Ershan immediately changed his mind, "Sister Jingjing, I will fuck you from now on!"
Lin Jing...you are obviously older than me.
If it had been anyone else, seeing her selling the wild boar for 700 yuan, she would have been worried. She would have felt that it was clearly the prey that she had worked so hard to hunt, so why did the other person earn as much as she did.
Lin Jing is very willing to cooperate with such a person, but we can wait until it is safe to wait until today.
In short, Lin Zhong became lame because of this wild boar in his previous life, and Lin Jing didn't want to have his legs crippled before the salted fish could even lie down.