Start with the script killing shop

Liu Lan was very confident in Huang Fugui's noodle cooking skills, but not very confident in Huang Fugui's ability to lead the business. In the afternoon, when everyone in the store was alone, he urgently trained Huang Fugui on the DM employment rules. I read the copy of "The King's Contest".

After reading it, Liu Lan was amazed.

While Huang Fugui went out to buy fried chicken, Liu Lan sighed to Jiang Qi: "Jiang Qi, I think it's a coincidence that the DM of "King of Chefs" is also named Huang Fugui, and Uncle Huang just acted in front of me. One section was performed quite well, as if the NPCs in the novel had come out of the novel."

Hearing what Liu Lan said, Jiang Qi couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. He secretly thought that he had made a mistake. He still had character cards and couldn't tell others their real names, so he had to give them a pseudonym.

"Uncle Huang is an old actor in the troupe. Of course he can act like this in such a simple thing." Jiang Qi said in a nonchalant way.

Liu Lan was indeed fooled.

Jiang Qi is studying another thing.

publicity.

The junior high school students who couldn't wait to write their scripts as soon as they finished the exam reminded Jiang Qi that now that students are on vacation and college students from other places are almost back from summer vacation, it's the peak season for script sales.

At this time, spending a little money on publicity will definitely make a profit.

In addition to the temporarily unavailable funds that need to be reserved in the store to pay Liu Lan's salary and prepare for emergencies, Jiang Qi's total belongings are only 921 yuan. Jiang Qi definitely does not have money to hire people to visit the store and shop in major stores. Advertised on group buying platforms.

After thinking about it, Jiang Qi felt that the traditional publicity method, which was cheap and cost-effective, was more reliable.

For example, handing out leaflets.

What's even more coincidental is that the various inks and inkjet printers from Jiang Bing's previously closed print shop are still stored in the storage room on the first floor of Jiang's house. The 20-square-meter small storage room is filled with all kinds of ink and inkjet printers that Jiang Bing opened over the years. legacy.

In addition, Jiang Bing's profession is an illustrator, so using computer software to make a legible flyer is not a problem.

Rounding off means that this promotion is free of charge!

Jiang Qi immediately sent a message to Jiang Bing asking her to hurry up and make the flyers in the next two days.

The area for distributing flyers does not need to be wide, just surrounding areas.

"Lan Lan, do you have a part-time job group? If so, send me some information on finding people to distribute flyers. It's 15 yuan an hour." Jiang Qi turned his attention to Liu Lan.

Liu Lan was looking at his cell phone and said without raising his head: "It costs 15 yuan an hour to find someone to distribute flyers. As long as it's not midday, there are many part-time jobs in the group that cost 10 yuan an hour."

Jiang Qi:......

He still underestimated contemporary capitalists.

As usual, we ate noodles in the evening. Huang Fugui learned from yesterday’s lesson that the first pot of noodles was not enough, and made noodles for eight people in one go, so that everyone could eat freely.

Liu Lan was also well prepared and specially brought fermented bean curd, peanuts and pickles from home. Those who knew she came to work, but those who didn't know thought she came to work today just for this meal in the evening.

While I was eating, another guest came.

The six junior high school students who had originally arranged to play reasoning books at 6:30 in the evening came early. Six boys were wearing school uniforms. They were all quite tall. Two of the boys were still carrying schoolbags.

Everyone had something to eat in their hands, including fried skewers, Guandong cooking, steamed buns, and pancakes. Apparently they didn’t go home for dinner just to have fun, so they just bought some in the alley and came here.

It was obviously not the first time for the six of them to come here. They met Liu Lan. The boy holding the oden in his hand looked at Liu Lan who was holding the noodle bowl, then looked at the other people who had not stopped eating noodles, and asked with a smile: " Sister DM, can you open the book now? Some of us have to go back early, and it’s best to finish before 10:30.”

"Okay." Liu Lanqiang swallowed the noodles in his mouth, stood up with the noodle bowl, walked to the shelf and scanned around, "As a four-and-a-half-hour mystery book, how about "Three Secret Chambers"? The Secret Room book is geared toward beginners, so it’s not difficult.”

"Okay." Several boys had no objection.

"Wait for me for two minutes. I'll finish the meal first. Why don't you go up and sit down first? I'll be there soon." Liu Lan began to eat the noodles at a faster pace and glanced at the peanuts on the table with reluctance. He gritted his teeth and did not pick it up.

"It's okay. Sister DM, we are not in that hurry. You can eat noodles first." The boy gnawing on the pancake fruit expressed his understanding.

"What are you drinking?" The boy eating oden had already begun to look for drinks in the freezer.

"I want to eat spicy chips and potato chips." The boy holding the fried skewers said he could still eat it.

Liu Lan swallowed the noodles in a big mouth, but she was too hasty and choked.

Jiang Qi stood up and took a look and found that there was no soup in her noodle bowl. He quickly asked: "Do you want me to add some soup to you? More noodles?"

Liu Lan nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Qi took Liu Lan's bowl, walked to the cooking pot, and opened the lid. The heat in the pot and the wheat aroma of noodles wafted out of the pot, and soon came in a few people who were still choosing snacks and drinks. In the nose of a junior high school student.

By the way, the sound of Liu Lan drinking noodle soup floated into their ears.

A junior high school student eating pancakes and fruit: ∑(°Д°)

A junior high school student who feels that the fried skewers in his hand suddenly no longer taste good: (*_っ)

A junior high school student who somehow dislikes the oden in his hand: ╭(╯^╰)╮

A junior high school student who originally wanted to drink Coke but now wants to drink noodle soup: (°Д°≡°Д°)

A junior high school student who only hates that the roujiamo in his hand is not noodles: (*)

A junior high school student who suddenly wants to ask the store for a bowl of noodle soup: _(`‖∠)__

Jiang Qi found that all the guests were staring directly at the spoon in his hand. He looked like he wanted to drink a bowl of noodle soup: ⊙_⊙

The seven people looked at each other.

"Snapped."

Liu Lan finished the noodle soup and swallowed the last mouthful of noodles. She wiped her lips and put the bowl down, her whole body filled with enthusiasm for work.

"I've finished eating! Hey, have you chosen your snacks? Once you've chosen, go upstairs. Don't you have to finish before ten-thirty? Hurry up!" Liu Lan went to get the box after saying that.

The junior high school student who was picking out potato chips took his hand back.

The junior high school student with the pancakes and fruit in his left hand and the spicy strips in his right thought for a moment and put the spicy strips back.

The junior high school student who wanted to drink Coke looked at the noodle soup, then looked at the freezer, and finally took a bottle of Coke.

Liu Lan was a little surprised when he saw six boys choosing for a long time but not taking any snacks. Each of them took a bottle of drink and went upstairs.

"Hey, why didn't they eat snacks today? They ate a table of snacks when they came last time, and they ate all the original potato chips."

Jiang Qi:......

Isn't it obvious what the reason is?

After Liu Lan went upstairs, Jiang Qi saw that there were still some unfinished noodles in the pot. He first asked Old John and Huang Fugui if they wanted to add more noodles and got a negative answer, so he took care of them all.

Even the soup was drank cleanly.

Jiang Qi quickly collected the bowls and chopsticks and said while tidying them up: "Uncle Huang, when you open the book later, will you cook the noodles on the first floor or the second floor?"

"Let's go to the first floor. The first floor is spacious." Huang Fugui said.

Jiang Qi nodded: "Then prepare all the materials in advance. If you need anything, Liu Lan and I can go in and talk to you at any time."

Just as he was talking, the drunk girl also came ahead of time.

By the way, the drunk girl’s real name is Zhou Yuan. The last time she drank like that was not just after a breakup. She and her best friend went to a bar to meet Neptune’s ex-boyfriend. By chance, she heard her ex-boyfriend and his friends laughing at her. She was so stimulated that she decided to get drunk. As a result, The farce the day before yesterday was caused by not being drunk enough.

This was what Liu Lan came up with by chatting with her using her customer service account last night.

Jiang Qi felt that with Liu Lan's chat skills, he would definitely be a good hand in intelligence work in a special era.

"You're here so early, have you eaten yet?" Jiang Qi looked at his phone and saw that it was only 6:17, and all the guests scheduled for today had arrived early.

"I haven't eaten. My friend made a sandwich and will bring it over later. I'm too lazy to go home, so I came over right after work." Zhou Yuan said, smiling a little cautiously, looking at the three people in the hall, and finally looking at Jiang Qi, "Are you the one who brought us this book today?"

"It's not me." Jiang Qi pointed at Huang Fugui, "Old Huang brought you a copy. He is also the DM of my store."

Zhou Yuan was a little surprised, but she didn't react at all. After all, she cried bitterly because of Old John's performance the night before.

Although everyone who plays her cries, Jiang Qi vaguely remembers that Zhou Yuan cried louder when John Lao was acting.

"Lao Huang used to be an actor in a theater troupe, and he is also a professional leader." Jiang Qi began to falsely praise his employees, "Today's book is particularly suitable for Lao Huang to lead. You will know when the time comes."

Zhou Yuan nodded in understanding, walked to the sofa and sat down.