Chapter 567

Name:A Sensualist's Sin Author:Rosemead
"I'm a possessive person. You're public, and I have to be exclusive." Yang Yu said.

"You're the fuckin 'one." Yang Yi was choked by a sentence, but she had no interest at all.

Yang Yi left from Yang Yu. She didn't expect that the woman still had self-esteem.

Yang Yi went back to her room and solved it by herself.

The next day.

Yang Yu got up very early. This is his "elder sister" in business Yang Yu is not surprised, just a little coincidence, think of that night, still vividly, which makes him a little embarrassed.

Today's cousins are still fresh and fresh, just like the goddess of this era.

Zhang Yan didn't blush when she saw Yang Yu. She was very natural and comfortable.

"Zhang Yan, your brother?" Zhang Yan's best friend asked.

"No, a schoolboy I know." Zhang Yan deliberately hides the relationship between herself and Yang Yu. In case it is exposed, at least they won't know it's chaos, Lun.

Zhang Yan takes a special look at Yang Yu. The more the cousin looks, the more masculine he is. In addition, the cousin has entered his own body, which makes her have a special feeling for Yang Yu.

"Sister, go to my place for lunch." Yang Yu gave several menus and easily added: "help me publicize more."

"I see. I'll meet you another day." Zhang Yan said, still went to class.

The first meal of Yang Yu's business was a great success. Students are the most receptive to new things. In addition, the canteen food is really tired. Yang Yu's food is cheap.

Although it's cheap, but the quantity is not much, reduce the waste of resources, female students themselves can't eat much, at the same time, there are many varieties, soup, desserts, for customers, not greasy.

Of course, Yang Yu also paid a great price for human resources. On the first day, he did activities just for drainage, not for money.

"I think you have a gift for business." Murong Muhan did not expect that a junior high school student should have such a talent to earn money.

Yang Yu laughed and said, "this is just a small beginning. The key is still behind. I can see."

"Just give you some sunshine." Murong and Muhan are big business people. They don't see the business of a small hotel in their eyes.

Yang Yu put his mouth close to the past and whispered in Murong Muhan's ear: "in fact, I come from the future. In the future, you are my girlfriend."

"Hehe, I'm so much older than you. Would I be your girlfriend?" Murong and Muhan don't believe it.

"Five or six years old." Yang Yu said that there is a bigger difference in the age of Trinket's wife.

Yang Yu's words are not believed by Murong and Muhan.

At the end of the day, Yang Yu calculated the turnover, which completely exceeded Yang Yu's expectation.

If we can keep the momentum going.

Such a good business drainage activity lasted for a week, and the flow of the whole hotel also slowly stabilized, because the waiting time of customers was less, the dishes were served quickly, the customers could eat several batches, and the turnover naturally doubled.

This also makes master Zhou look at it with new eyes. With such a large number of customers, the kitchen is not busy at all. He just has a good management, which makes him feel the charm and inconceivable of management.

At that time, the cost of a meal was about two yuan and five yuan, with a passenger flow of several hundred people and a daily turnover of only about 1000. Yang Yu calculated that it was only 30000 yuan and 40000 yuan a month, and he could earn about 15000 yuan a month excluding the cost, staff salary and shop rent.

At that time, 150000 a month was already a considerable number. It was just a shop.

Yang Yu is able to end, though slower than stocks and gambling.

Looking at the booming business, Yang Yu thought he could make a fortune, but he was wrong.

A week later, when he went to the shop at 8 o'clock to calculate the income of the day, he found that the atmosphere of the shop was not right.

There were five or six people sitting in it. One fat man was very conspicuous, especially the tattoo on his neck, which was very abrupt and fierce. He was eating while others were knocking melon seeds.

Seeing Yang Yu coming, the fat man glanced at him and cried, "are you the boss?"

At this time, Yang Yu already felt the origin of these people, needless to say, they were on the road.

"Yes." Yang Yu replied, ready to pass the cigarette, but put it back: "what's the matter, elder brothers?"