Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

How much money can you make by opening a store?

In fact, the Cao family doesn’t care that much.

Most of the time, enough money is enough.

As for what happens next, it depends on whether there are other meaningful things besides making money.

When Jing Yu came to Cao Wei with an application in hand and a grin on her face, Cao Wei knew that something meaningful was coming.

"Someone applied to me and plans to open a restaurant in the food court."

"Oh?" Cao Wei raised his eyebrows: "Why are you telling me this? If you are willing to open a restaurant, that's a good thing."

The Food Street is a street developed through a Sino-foreign joint venture.

Cao Wei, on the other hand, had taken a shortcut. The location of the Samadhi Tower was considered the best, and it also occupied the largest area.

According to the plan of the food street, there is no space for a restaurant.

"The money is not small. All the people from Master Liu's lineage are here. They seem to be planning to do something big."

"Good thing." Cao Wei raised his eyebrows and poured a cup of tea for Jing Yu.

"Aren't you anxious at all?"

"What's the hurry? What? I won't let them open the restaurant, are you willing?"

Jing Yu was a little speechless. It was indeed not allowed for one company to dominate the market.

Cao Wei looked Jing Yu up and down with a strange look in his eyes: "I say, boy, are you so naive that you think this matter can hit me and come here to show off?"

"How...how is this possible!" Jing Yu has been suppressed by Cao Wei over the years.

At the beginning, he thought he was stronger than Cao Wei.

Who knew that Cao Wei would set up a scheme to benefit him greatly? Although he benefited greatly, this man, when he was young, always thought he was the best in the world. He was full of energy and wanted to prove something. However, over the years, he himself did not prove anything, but the value of Cao Wei was rising sharply.

"No, Mr. Director, you have to understand that the government is here to instruct us and guide us, not to laugh at us." Cao Wei couldn't help but complain.

Jing Yu is now as cocky as a little kid.

"No, nothing like that. I just came to let you know."

"Oh, then I understand." Cao Wei nodded.

"you!"

Not enough words to speculate.

Jingyu ran away.

Cao Wei's attitude towards Jing Yu has always been: if you want to learn, then learn; if you ask, I will answer; but if you want me to say something on my own, that's impossible.

He was an official and Cao Wei was a businessman.

He would not try to teach an official how to be an official. In the five thousand years of Chinese history, being an official did not need a small figure like him to teach. Moreover, what he saw was not necessarily correct. These things had to be understood by themselves. Instead of getting the answer from him. Was what he saw in his previous life necessarily true? How many conditions were hidden behind each policy? How could he, an ordinary cook, know?

For many things, we can only distinguish them after decades of obtaining them.

When we were poor, we felt that there needed to be economic reform.

After becoming rich and with a clear class division, people began to miss those ten years. Who can I go to for justice? There is no place to go.

"Are you really not afraid of offending him?" Qin Huairu said with a strange look.

"What's there to offend? He's not petty. He's already old." Cao Wei shook his head: "He's only three years younger than me."

"To be honest, Master Liu's lineage is really unrefined in the way they do things. You said you wanted to open a restaurant, so you opened a restaurant. What's the point of opening it next to ours? Isn't this just asking for trouble?" Qin Huairu was a little dissatisfied.

"It's just a small matter. You should train more people who will be useful in the future. Don't do everything yourself. Look at Jingru. She's looking for dogs and birds to play with again. She even said yesterday that she wanted to get a puppy."

"No, let's talk about business. Why are you like this?" Qin Huairu glared at Cao Wei.

"It's my duty to let you relax a little." Cao Wei was happy.

Qin Huairu is a very capable person, and she is indeed very capable, but she is also a little woman at heart. She needs someone behind her, and as long as she has someone, she will be happy no matter what she does.

Qin Jingru was different. She was a happy person who liked to play and new things. At the beginning, she was very happy when she went to the farm, but after a while, she lost interest. So she asked Cao Wei to bring her back to work in his restaurant. As she worked, she became a little annoyed. Although she was a money-grubber, as time went by and the family had more and more money, she became less and less interested.

There was even one time when she tearfully told Cao Wei that our family had too much money, she felt so bored and felt there was no need to save money.

It's okay if a money-grubber is cured by having too much money.

Cao Wei felt that this girl was not a typical money-grubber.

"Just do it!" Qin Huairu twisted her waist and walked away. She would not be like Qin Jingru, who said she would let it go and not care about it. After all, it was her own property. If someone took it away without her knowing, how unfair it would be. Qin Jingru could be ignorant, but she had to understand. As for whether to scold Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu did not have such an idea. After all, she was a little girl, so she was ignorant, and she understood.

The ignorant little girl is now being pulled by her older and younger brothers.

One month was neither long nor short. They made some statistics and found that the monthly turnover was around 15,000 yuan, with a gross profit of 60%. In other words, the initial profit was 9,000 yuan. Holding this money, everyone in the family was shaking, except Qin Jingru.

"Sister, tell me how we divide the money." Qin Jianguo put the money on the table, and the whole family's eyes were on the table.

"First, divide the wages."

"Wages? What wages? They are all family members, we don't need any wages." Qin Jianguo waved his hands repeatedly.

"Brother, this is not how you do business! If you don't count the wages, then what is the work you do? And what is the work done by my two nephews?"

The two juniors who were named were both stunned and couldn't help but feel jealous. It was such a lot of money. Even though they knew it was earned by their family, but what was earned by their family was different from what they earned themselves.

After knowing that they could make money from selling braised food, the two brothers asked their son to come up. Not many people came, just one person, because such a small stall did not need so many people.

"In the Samadhi Building, the chefs in the Samadhi Canteen make 80 yuan a month. Our small stall doesn't cost that much." Qin Jingru calculated and said, "Let's just calculate it at 80 yuan. The eldest brother and his wife, the second brother and his wife, and the two nephews will get 480 yuan a month. As wages, you can all take yuan first."