City: Hilarious Commercial Street

Chapter 323. 323. Make a Roasted Whole Cow
The song Datang RAP.

To be honest, if it weren't for the blessing of Li Shimin's identity, this thing would actually be the same as the video of Ma Fubao's awkward dance.

Not for the sake of being the emperor, who would like to listen to this music tuned by [-]th-line rap singers.

So when Min Gexing hurriedly talked about his Datang RAP.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him, snorted, then turned their heads back collectively, and continued to discuss whether the high elf girl band could sing some songs more similar to the art style of their own world.

Brother Min, who felt that he was despised by everyone, slapped the table violently, and roared angrily, "My Datang RAP is a hit song that won the top of the music chart. What's your attitude!"

"You group of hot chickens who are tone-deficient and have never sung!"

"Also worthy of despising widows?"

Seeing that Brother Min was about to take his own humiliation, Li Fei kindly persuaded Brother Min not to go too far on this road of no return.

Otherwise, when the time comes, the face will be gone.

But he choked Li Fei with one word.

"I want to invite a land god like you did before. You are still being hanged up and beaten by the Great Sage, so I invite Yang Jian to come over. Can you be a little more sensible?"

Li Fei: "God is so sensible!"

I opened my mouth, wanting to explain his song to Brother Min, it was really just a boasting party, but looking at Brother Min's face, whoever dares to persuade me, I will bite anyone.

Li Fei hesitated for a moment, then let him go.

Anyway, no matter how bad Brother Min sang on stage, no one would criticize him.

After all, he is the emperor!If you want an emperor to sing as well as a first-line singer, isn't that the tradition of the old Zhu family!
Those who play carpentry or fight crickets do not have a serious emperor.

Sure enough, it's still Brother Shimin!
Be a good emperor and be able to sing RAP.

So the first program on the morning of the National Day was handed over to Brother Min. He sang a Datang RAP for everyone, which was the prelude to the seven-day event.

But with songs, there should be something practical.

You can't just let people come to the street and just listen to music, right?
Shouldn't the things sold be a little new, or launch a new product, or even make a National Day limited edition?
Hearing the words "National Day Limited Edition", everyone nodded thoughtfully.

To be honest, everyone present didn't quite understand the meaning of National Day, they just felt that this festival should be very important depending on Li Fei's attitude.

But what is the specific important law, everyone can't say.

It's just that the topic returns to how to make money, then this matter will be easy to handle!

The old prophet said that for the Malatang business tonight, when he left the food stall by himself, when he came here, many people had already gone in and consumed it. So far, Malatang is still OK.

After the Great Sage is taken away, grilled skewers + Malatang should be able to support half of the current diet in Perlan Street.

"No, you have to think of a way to add another one. There must be three dinners or suppers that are acceptable to the public."

Li Fei, who was not satisfied with the orc food stall, asked the old prophet to come up with a new one in just three days.

And it is the kind of food that the public can accept.

This is very bald.

The old prophet with only a few hairs left on his head said it was very difficult to do.

Determined to use the National Day to increase the turnover of catering, and do not intend to completely hand over the fate of the entire street's turnover to Siren and Wallman, or Li Fei in the matter of ordering.

He directly issued a death order.

"Within three days, you orcs must come up with something that can be compared to kebabs and Malatang. Before you leave here, remember to go to the supplier, or discuss with Dong Zhuo and the others, and bring in some fruits and vegetables."

"Eating meat every day, no vegetables, the guests have complained about it for months, you should change it long ago"

After complaining about the shortcomings of the orc food stalls in front of everyone, Li Fei urged the old prophet to go back and prepare for the National Day.

But the old prophet did not move.

Because he knows the job is impossible.

Even if they copied the restaurants on the street, the orcs couldn't finish it.

Being engaged in catering is definitely not a series of tasks that can be solved within three days, from supply, to manufacturing, and finally to sales.

Unless they are willing to accept the central kitchen.
Pooh!
Our orc food stalls are freshly slaughtered meat every day, and the seasoning is also prepared every day. How can it be the same as the seasoning package of the central kitchen?
"So what are you still sitting here doing?"

Seeing that the old prophet was sitting still, with his expression constantly changing like a colorful lantern, Li Fei stepped forward and asked him what he wanted to do.

"This is impossible!"

These categorical words made Li Fei frowned. He felt that the old prophet's current attention might still be focused on the grassland dispute.

There is obviously a best solution, but he will turn a blind eye?
"You don't know how to make a roast whole cow?"

"A whole cow is roasted. This is a gimmick, and the selling price is also high. The most important thing is to remember to put more vegetables."

Li Fei once again emphasized the matter of vegetables, not that he was just looking for trouble.

But he had already discovered this problem when he was eating barbecue at the food stall, and he mentioned it to the old prophet several times.

He said that we only sell meat and not vegetables, so he refused.

Now that the National Day is approaching, tourists from all over the world will come to Perlan Street, if you want to save costs like this.

That's just smashing your own brand.

You must know that in our street, only you orcs are currently engaged in catering.

If another restaurant pops up on the National Day next month, all the diners will go to other places because of the vegetables, not to yours.

Don't seek friendship with me.

Because it's useless to talk about it, people are here to eat delicious food, not to be fooled by fools.

"As for the fruits and vegetables, you can talk to Dong Zhuo and the others, and don't buy them from suppliers, because the quality of fruits and vegetables in the Three Kingdoms is better."

"And Brother Liu and Liu, don't buy the fruit plate from the di bar, just go to Dong Zhuo and the others to buy the fruit plate."

Dong Zhuo, who was thinking about vegetables, fruits and seafood, what he could do on the National Day, heard that Li Fei suddenly handed over the two farms' fruit and vegetables business, and stuffed them all into his own hands.

Fatty Dong was so excited that he almost doubted whether he was destined by fate.

Otherwise, after the Yellow Turban Rebellion was quelled, this life would be as enjoyable as opening up?

First, he used the emperor to order the princes, and then he traveled to later generations. Now he is the leader of the Three Kingdoms, and when he did nothing, he was smashed on the head by the orders of the two stores.

It's just that it's a bit uncomfortable to share money with other people.
[Is there a way to not share the profits with others? 】

[How about I find an excuse and say that these exchanged items or money will go into the treasury, and then I will use it secretly? 】

When Fatty Dong was greedy, he didn't notice Brother Liu, the founding emperor of the Han Empire, oh no!It was Liu Bang who was looking at him with smiling eyes.

During the recent period, Li Fei was not on the street, and he, Liu Bang, had instilled some other concepts in Fatty Dong.

The purpose is to kick over the last pillar of the Han Empire, and let the Han Empire break down for the second time and then stand up again.

[Oh, they are all chess pieces! 】

(End of this chapter)