I used to be called Niu Million

Chapter 115 Migrant workers are sometimes the big customers
Hearing what Tong Wan said, the old man's heart tightened, but Tong Wan completely dismissed the old man's thoughts with one sentence.

"No, that's our boss! Our benefactor! He doesn't mean anything to us, and he doesn't know that we can make tofu, eat enough, and pay every month! If you catch up with me, use me, otherwise it may be possible. It's my brother..."

Tong Wan had a natural intimacy with the old man, and she didn't need to ask the old man to pour the beans out of the bamboo tube, and told the old man all about her life experience. When it came to the sad place, the old man's hand holding the cane was tightly clenched.

At 05:30 in the morning, residents from the surrounding communities began to line up to buy tofu here. Tong Wan took the lead in loading two plates of tofu and three thermos buckets on the trolley for Niu Wenju.

Then she went back to sell tofu to the old man. Unlike the old man's one-size-fits-all approach, Tong Wan followed Niu Wenju's example and directly put on the electronic scale.

"Old Yang, are you smart? Is this your apprentice or a distant nephew? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Several residents from the surrounding neighborhoods looked at Tong Wan's side and complained to Lao Yang.

The old man who made tofu straightened his hat, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I have taken advantage of me for the rest of my life. In the end, I will sell it this way in the future, so you don't have to say that I took advantage of you..."

Looking at this group of old neighbors, the old man joked without any scruples. In fact, these old people are not annoyed. Eating the old man's tofu is a habit, and it is not a big deal not to eat a bite every day.

The tofu of the surrounding residents was sold out, and the purchasing truck from the school cafeteria also came here to pack all the remaining tofu.

In the past, the other party just said a number and reported it to the old man. Today, Tong Wan is here, and it is not bad. The school purchaser rolls his eyes, and the old man Yang laughs, and asks the other party to sign. Tong Wan turns around and leaves. .

"Let's leave after eating..."

Watching Tong Wan busy with sweat, Mrs. Yang also came out of the kitchen.

"No need, the boss is busy with work, and you can't do without people. The old couple come to our restaurant if you have nothing to do during the day! The noodles made by the boss are delicious, and there is also braised meat! What are you two doing?" Where's the meal? I'm leaving, uncle!"

Cleaning up was left to the two elderly people, and Tong Wan walked across the campus and returned to the restaurant.

Today, because Niu Wenju has added tofu nao and soy milk, and new tofu soup, the number of customers eating in the store has doubled.

"Boss, can you pack this soy milk?"

Seeing that Niu Wenju's store was full of people, several office workers who were in a hurry to drive asked anxiously.

"Yes, Binzi pack it!"

"Okay... Tong Wan, don't dawdle, pack the soy milk!"

Deng Bin was so busy this morning that his pants almost fell off. Soy milk was packed, and some people even asked for tofu nao to be packed too. Deng Bin was tired and his fingers were numb. Fortunately, he saw Tong Wan.

There are also some people who want to drink sundaes and Coke in the morning of the National People's Congress. Deng Bin has a lot of newcomers, and Niu Wenju didn't buy a new edge banding machine, so Deng Bin was in a hurry.

"Boss, do you have liquor here?"

A bus opened, and a group of people who looked like migrant workers got off the bus, there were more than [-] people.

Smell the aroma of food and came in, the first thing is to ask for liquor.

"Not in bulk, but in bottled Erguotou. If you want to drink, let's get it now!"

Looking at several people looking at the side dishes through the cabinet, Niu Wenju knew that a big customer was coming!A few people nodded and began to order, especially the lo mei, the other side ordered the most!The tofu in the soup is one piece and five pieces. The outside is burnt and the inside is tender to match the taste of the old soup. With a sip of white wine, the sleepiness caused by heavy physical labor at night has disappeared.

Three taels of white wine, a plate of lo mei, and a bowl of old soup ramen, a group of migrant workers' faces flushed from drinking.

"The food is really delicious. It's a loss for the owner to open such a small shop with such good craftsmanship!"

A few migrant workers were obviously from other places, speaking in Niu Wenju's half-understood dialect, and there was basically no one in the store to respond, except for occasional holiday workers who came to make trouble.

"This is the smell of people's fireworks. What else do you want to eat? If you are not full, come for a bowl of noodles. We count according to the weight, so you don't suffer! It is not easy to eat and drink well when you are out of the house. I am the owner of this shop. I will give you a bottle of Erguotou today, don’t feel too little, everyone!”

A few people obviously spoke with non-local accents, and coming all the way here to do physical work would definitely not end in a short while.

It's a few months' business to win over. Although the profit is very thin, Niu Wenju doesn't feel bad.

Waving her hand, Tong Wan brought a plate of tofu in soup, and smiles immediately appeared on the faces of several migrant workers.

"The boss pays attention to people. If you order more food, give me another four pieces of tofu. This bottle of wine will be divided!"

Several people spoke the accents along the Yangtze River, and the leader of the workers picked up the wine bottle and distributed it to several people. In the end, there was a little left in the bottle, and they did it as soon as they raised their heads.

As expected, for this meal, each migrant worker spent an average of 30 yuan here in Niu Wenju, which was higher than that of the students.

Moreover, this group of people did not procrastinate after eating, and walked back to sleep in a hurry after eating.

"Brother Wenju, why don't we sell some wine?"

After a wave of morning rush to send off, Niu Wenju and his group started to eat, Liu Yang looked around and whispered to Niu Wenju, Niu Wenju smacked his head and touched his mouth.

"Do you have access?"

Niu Wenju picked up a piece of water tofu for Liu Yang, and Niu Wenju signaled him to sit down.

Now all the beverage channels in the store come from Liu Yang. Niu Wenju is not stupid. Every time he pays wages, he pays Liu Yang more symbolically, which is called a targeted subsidy.

Niu Wenju was so clear about things, Liu Yang didn't point it out, so he could only work harder.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, Harbin has entered a period of explosion in the construction industry. Most migrant workers and people who go out to study have begun to escape the summer heat. Whether it is beer or liquor, it is the best way for people to relieve fatigue.

Liu Yang has worked in various western restaurants, so he naturally knows the purchase channels of any beverages.

"Yes, the channel is legitimate, and it would be best for us to hang it with certain brands! Brother Wenju, do you understand what I mean? I saw people from other restaurants wandering around our Gada in the past two days!"

"Our business here is getting better, but their night markets are starting to look a little bit bad. If they don't manage to do something dirty, we have to guard against..."

As a native of Harbin, Liu Yang has seen too many such crap.

Harbin, as the largest beer consumption market in the north, consumes tons of beer every day. Although baijiu is not as good as beer, the consumption is also not small.

Especially in the coming six, seven, eight and three months, it is the season for all Harbinites to go to the night market with their families. On average, each Harbinite consumes three bottles of beer every day.

(End of this chapter)