Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

"But I want to let them know that we can really do it!"

"It's strange to say, I don't know why, but I really believe in you now."

Seeing Fu Lingling's sincere eyes, Cheng Yao also put down what she was busy doing and spoke seriously.

"It's a good thing to believe in me. I won't let you down."

"Three days, three days at most, I will let you see the effect."

Seeing Cheng Yao's confident look, Fu Lingling was a little surprised.

"Three days? I never thought it would be so fast!"

"So what are you going to do? It's now time, and the final answer should be revealed, right?"

Cheng Yao looked around and saw the restaurant which was almost in good condition, she smiled with satisfaction and said.

"Of course, it can be revealed now."

Then Cheng Yao took out a notice from her arms and handed it to Fu Lingling, motioning for her to open it and take a look.

Fu Lingling has been reading and reading since she was a child, so she can understand simple notices.

Full of doubts, she unfolded the notice and took a look.

After browsing hastily, Fu Lingling asked in disbelief.

"Ayao? You want to show your cooking skills in public?!"

"And you wrote it in the most obvious bold black letters on this notice. The taste is not inferior to Huanxilou?!"

"Are you making it clear that you are challenging Huanxi Lou? Or are you doing it without any tact at all?"

Cheng Yao crossed her arms in front of her chest and didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with doing so.

"Yes, as I said before, there is Gongsun Yue in Jufu Tower, which is a piece of iron. The two of us are powerless and can't afford to offend him for the time being, so let's compare ourselves to the next-level Huanxi Tower."

“If you want to get the highest attention in the shortest time, you must know how to ride on the popularity!”

"Currently, no matter how widespread the news that Fuchun Restaurant is about to reopen, it is only limited to the West Market and cannot reach the East Market."

Only then did Fu Lingling realize that Cheng Yao had not planned to only do business in the West Market from the beginning.

Her plan is even bigger! It’s the entire Moon City!

When Cheng Yao saw that Fu Lingling didn't say anything, she continued talking on her own.

"The West Market is just our booster. The real goal should be in the East Market. If you want to make quick money, you have to make money from rich people. Only in this way can it come quickly and with less trouble."

"Poor people always want to spend the least amount of money and get the greatest return, but in our current situation, we cannot take a long-term approach to catch big fish and follow the route of small profits but quick turnover."

Fu Lingling recalled the customers she had met in the past. In comparison, it seemed that it was really difficult for poor people to make money.

"If we don't make a big deal quickly, where can we get the start-up capital?"

"Once this notice is posted, the news will definitely spread to Dongshi."

"But what kind of restaurant is this Huanxi Building? They will definitely not take us seriously at first. They will only think that we are clowns and want to see what fools we can make."

"Underestimating the enemy is a taboo for military strategists. We just want to take advantage of Huanxilou's disdainful attitude and take advantage of this wave of popularity to attract our customers."

Hearing this, Fu Lingling applauded Cheng Yao.

"So that's it, Ayao's thoughts are really thoughtful!"

"But one thing I don't understand is why we have to wait three days before starting?"

"If you want to say that you want to deliver the news, one or two days is enough, right?"

Mentioning this, Cheng Yao touched her nose with some embarrassment and muttered in a low voice.

"This is nothing. The main reason is that I see those worldly experts always have to build up momentum for a while before they show up."

"One day is too short, and seven days is too long. Three days is just right." "Besides, we can take advantage of these three days to prepare what we need when the time comes, so as not to be in a hurry, right?"

Fu Lingling unfolded the notice, took the paste, and walked out the door.

"You're right, I'll put this notice up first."

"Then we'll close the door for a rest and leave the rest to time~"

After posting the notice, Fu Lingling closed the door of the restaurant.

The notice posted on the side immediately attracted the attention and onlookers of many people.

"In three days, the new chef of Fuchun Restaurant will demonstrate his cooking skills in public. Everyone is welcome to come and watch."

"The audience will also be selected to come on stage to evaluate the dishes on the spot."

"The taste...is not inferior to Huanxilou?!"

You know, every skill requires a lot of hard work from entry to mastery.

Therefore, generally successful people will not easily reveal their special skills in front of everyone.

What's more, cooking is a unique skill that is passed down from generation to generation. Since ancient times, I have never seen anyone take the initiative to show off their cooking skills.

After reading these articles, the people watching now immediately became excited.

"Is it true? Huanxi Restaurant is the second largest restaurant in Yuecheng after Jufu Tower."

"How long has this Fuchun Restaurant been closed? How come it suddenly wants to reopen and make such harsh remarks as soon as it opens?"

"Where did the new chef of Fuchun Restaurant come from? Isn't he a little too brave?"

"But since he dares to perform his cooking skills in public, he must have some real skills, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a joke?"

"Hey, it's only for three days anyway. Why don't you come and take a look at it then?"

……

It didn't take long for the news to reach Huanxi Building in Dongshi. After the guy who was in charge of running errands in the lobby learned about the news, he quickly ran to report the matter to his boss.

"Boss! I heard that Fuchun Restaurant in West Market is going to reopen!"

After hearing this, Yang Qiuming, the owner of Huanxi Restaurant, stood there and thought for a moment before he realized what the Fuchun Restaurant his waiter was talking about.

"Fuchun Restaurant? Is that the restaurant that has been closed for a long time?"

The guy gasped and nodded.

"Oh, he can open it if he wants. What does it have to do with our family?"

"We are doing business in the East Market. The West Market area doesn't really matter."

Seeing his boss's nonchalant reaction, the boy quickly added.

"No, no, no, this matter is not that simple, boss."

"Then Fuchun Restaurant posted a notice saying that in three days, their chef will perform a cooking show on the street."

"Not only that, they also yelled by name, saying that the taste is not inferior to Huanxilou!"

After hearing this, Yang Qiuming's expression changed a little.

However, he was not worried, but disdainful.

"Hmph! I guess he is some kind of wild cook. He has no skills, but he does have a lot of clever ideas."

"Don't worry, he's just a clown. Let him go through the trouble. Who knows how embarrassing it will be then."

"We at Huanxi Building don't care about this kind of thing at all. What a shame."

"Okay, stop worrying about these trivial things and concentrate on your work!"