Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Three days later, Sujin Restaurant opened.

There were no hot air balloons, no drumming or gonging, and no crowds of people.

Old Jack had prepared a flower basket and placed it on the opposite side, while fireworks were being lit one after another.

The kitchen was filled with the constant banging of stir-frying.

"Look, look! A new store has opened over there."

"No way, that shop has been open for ages, hasn't it? But the one across the street seems to be newly opened."

"Sure, sure, shall we go try it?"

"No need, just call us if you want some, and someone will deliver it to us."

The dense murmur of discussion reached the ears of Old Jack and his group.

Old Jack was so angry he was practically spitting out his nose.

What does this mean? They spend a lot of money to keep promoting the opening of a new store here, just to steal the limelight from the store across the street.

The other side didn't advertise at all, and all this blatant investment went to their benefit?

He felt his blood rushing to his head, his vision went black, and he kept backing away.

"Jack, are you okay?"

Daniel, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but step forward to help Jack.

Daniel's complexion was also not good.

He had clearly made arrangements with the surrounding suppliers not to supply even a single blade of grass to the other side, so why is the other side still operating as usual?

Could it be that they possess magic and can conjure food by reciting a spell?

Is this a joke?

Although few people actually go into the restaurant across the street, these people all carry huge backpacks and look like they are hiking or traveling.

But these people came out four or five minutes after they went in. In that short time, they probably didn't even have time to order food, let alone eat.

The group's eyebrows furrowed into a knot, increasingly unable to understand the opponent's actions.

"Have you been to the Industry and Commerce Bureau yet?"

Jack looked at the man to the side.

He sighed.

"I went there, and the people at the Industry and Commerce Bureau said it was reasonable, and all the documents were complete."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions grew even more somber.

They forgot that they paid for the restaurant, but Su Wanqing handled all the permits and licenses, so there couldn't possibly be any problems.

"Damn it, that woman Su Wanqing actually had a backup plan!"

The veins on Jack's neck were bulging.

His chest heaved violently as he forcefully pushed Daniel's hand away, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

"Damn it, why can he drive it?"

The next moment, he looked at the scene outside and was immediately stunned.

"What's going on? What are they carrying?"

He looked around.

But no one could answer him; they all shook their heads and said they didn't know.

His face was gloomy.

"Never mind, use whatever means you have now."

"Daniel, you need to hurry up and attract customers. Even if you can't bring them into our store, you have to drive them all away and prevent them from entering this alley."

"Rang, you go and spread some rumors right now, saying that the restaurant across the street uses unclean ingredients and that eating there will cause stomach aches."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men sprang into action.

In the huge room, only Jack remained, his face filled with resentment.

He wanted to see just how long Su Wanqing's restaurant could last.

…………

The three people, having finished their day's work, were sitting in chairs, panting heavily.

"Gao Yang, I regret it. Let me go now. This is too tiring. I cooked at least 200 dishes today and washed vegetables for two hours. You're working too hard."

Nangong Lian couldn't help but complain, sitting on the chair like a dead dog, gulping down water.

"Alright, save your energy, it's only the first day."

Nangong Hong couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Although she was exhausted, with strands of hair at her temples damp with sweat and clinging to her ears, she still moved gracefully, sipping her drink in small sips.

There was similar training at the Nangong family before, but the intensity was never this high.

From morning till night, all I do is wash vegetables and cook.

The thumping sound of the wok being tossed around still seems to echo in my ears, impossible to shake off.

Gao Yang felt a little better and was calculating today's sales.

"Not bad, not bad, we sold 600 dishes today."

He neatly stacked a pile of banknotes and made a note of it on the computer.

"Although we haven't reached 1000 dishes, this is already a very good result for the first day of business."

"I am truly grateful to both of you for your hard work and help."

He looked at the two of them, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Nangong Hong waved her hand, no longer wanting to speak.

Only Nangong Lian kept chattering away.

"Gao Yang, you're working so hard. I've never been this tired in my life."

"Gao Yang, when is the banquet you mentioned? Even if others spend 300 yuan, we can save 60 dishes."

"Gao Yang..."

His wailing was so loud that even his own sister couldn't bear it.

Nangong Hong rolled her eyes.

"You're the noisiest one. Look at Gao Yang, he does more work than you, and he doesn't complain about being tired."

As she spoke, she looked at Gao Yang again.

"To be honest, I really admire your wisdom."

"You actually came up with the idea of ​​having delivery drivers collect money."

"Haha, it just suddenly came to mind."

Gao Yangqian laughed twice.

The current era is still underdeveloped; we don't even have smartphones yet, long-distance communication is difficult, and electronic payment won't be mature for another 15 years.

So he simply asked the delivery driver to build a good relationship with him so that his classmates would order food from him and give him the corresponding amount.

He would then call the restaurant via landline to arrange for the meal to be prepared in advance.

You can take it after checking the menu and the amount.

As for the payment, it will naturally be distributed according to the corresponding amount and the menu.

Gao Yang paid a good fee, 50 cents per order.

They were students working part-time to support themselves, so naturally they hoped this would improve their lives and would hardly ever mess around with it.

Although this move still has significant hidden dangers, it certainly brought a great shock to the Nangong siblings.

He looked towards the door.

The sky was completely dark by now, but some shops were still open, and the neon lights shone on his face.

He didn't appear relaxed on the surface; his heart was heavy.

The daily betting target of 5,000 seems to have just been achieved, but in reality, it hasn't made a ripple at all.

It was just that the students had never seen it before and were curious about it, plus Old Jack and the others hadn't realized what was happening yet.

In a few days, they will realize that other businesses around them are following suit, and their takeout business will likely decline significantly.

Although he was given a task that he absolutely had to complete.

But he really wasn't sure if he could accomplish it.

…………

The next day, Gao Yang opened for business as usual.

He had just pushed open the door when he began to prepare the ingredients in his hands.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Lian rushed over in a hurry at this moment.

"Gao Yang, something bad has happened! I just heard that many students are talking about us, saying that the ingredients we used were not clean and that they got sick from eating them. Even the management bureau has sent people to inspect us."