Chapter 17 The Magic Plan of the Commercial Teahouse

Qi Zhongwen listened and was very suspicious. His teahouse is newly opened, and the business is indeed not very good. He is also looking for people to improve, but these should not be what a brothel woman knows.

"Wenzi, Qingmo thought that the current teahouse is not profitable because of a drawback." Qingmo paused. She knew that today's move was so dangerous that she could expose her identity at any time. But she had to do it. As long as she shifted Mr. Wen's attention, she would be safe.

"Hmm?" Qi Zhongwen didn't answer. He raised his leg and half leaned back.

"In the teahouse, most people go to listen to market jokes, and those idle people naturally won't spend much money. The real flowers and silver also feel that the fish and dragons in the teahouse are mixed and are not worthy of their identity. The melodious voice is like a warbler, intermittent and ups and downs in an orderly manner.

"But in this way, the competition between teahouses makes the already small profits less."

Qi Zhongwen saw that what Qingmo said made some sense and also became positive. His original intention to open a teahouse is that it is the best place to listen to people's livelihood, but the profits of this industry are too small, and it is difficult to make money.

"What's your opinion about Qingmo girl?"

Seeing that he was at least interested, his eyes flowed: "I dare not say it. It's just some of my own opinions. In the teahouse, silver is calculated according to the tea ordered, and people who pass the time naturally order the cheapest tea. In this way, even if the teahouse is full, it can't make money. Naturally, there are distinguished guests, but the teahouses in Suzhou are all like that, not to mention regular guests. Is what Qingmo said right?

Qi Zhongwen nodded slightly and said, "That's right."

"Qingmo thought, if you make more tricks in the teahouse, it's good to talk about books or arrange some small plays. Set a standard for all those who come to the teahouse. When they come, they will spend the same money and enjoy the same treatment. If a distinguished guest wants to ask for something extra, just spend more money. In this way, the business of the teahouse can be stabilized. Separing the first floor from the second floor naturally shows its identity, and those rich officials and businessmen are also happy. After saying that, Qingmo smiled, leaned down to Qi Zhongwen and exhaled like Lan.

Qi Zhongwen avoided it and asked faintly, "Miss Qingmo, this method is novel. Can you say it more clearly?"

"This..." Qingmo seemed to be a little hesitant and accepted it.

For example, rap actors will also go to teahouses to do business. How is it different from what you said? Also, what is the standard for spending the same silver? Qi Zhongwen listened carefully to the meaning of Qingmo's words, and then asked some details. But Qingmo was panicked. She shook her head with trembling red lips: "This... Qingmo just thought about what Mr. Wen asked, but I didn't think about it..."

Qingmo's eyes flashed impermanently. Qi Zhongwen sneered and said bluntly, "I'm afraid Miss Qingmo hasn't thought about it, but this method is not what you think. Tell me, who came up with the idea..."

Just listening to that method, Qi Zhongwen has already outlined it in his heart. This is a good way, but he still has doubts about a few details, but Qing Mo's reaction is clearly problematic.

"Son Wen laughed, this is Qing Mo..." Qing Mo delicately smiled and melted up the tense atmosphere and explained gently. But before the words fell, Qi Zhongwen's folding fan touched her neck, and the cold chill came out. I only heard a cold word: "Don't you say it?"

"Eunzi, I'm afraid you misunderstood." Qingmo twisted the silk hand and answered slingly.

interrupted by a cold hum, "misunderstanding? If you tell the truth, you should be given less.

Qi Zhongwen threw an ingot of silver at will, and Qingmo's eyes quickly rolled to the edge of the table with the silver. A bright light in his eyes flashed with the silver, and Qing Mo said in a soft voice, "This is what Qing'er's sister said. I just..."

Although his words were trembling, Qi Zhongwen also recognized Qing'er's name.

Is it her?

The folding fan between his neck loosened, and Qingmo pushed back in panic, and sweat oozed from his forehead. Qi Zhongwen looked coldly, and his clothes raised the door of the green ink.

handsome frowned, and Qi Zhongwen was more interested. He turned around. Today, he will definitely see Qing'er.

......

Qin Si was sitting in the house painting an embroidered handkerchief, but the carved wooden door was suddenly pushed away with a roar. In his hand, a thin needle poked on his finger. Qin Si threw down the embroidered handkerchief in pain and saw a drop of red blood gushing out of his fingertips.

"Is it hurt?" Qi Zhongwen couldn't help but apologize when he saw that he had shocked her. He went forward and took Qin Si's hand and put it in front of him to check.

Qin Si got up and looked at the broken door until her fingers suddenly warmed up and the thin warmth sprayed on her fingers, causing a small trembling. She didn't realize that her hand was being held.

Qi Zhongwen gently blew Qin Si's injured hand, and the round blood beads swung slightly.

When he came to his senses, Qin Si pulled out his hand and said, "It's all. I just don't know what's the matter for Mr. Wen to break in?" Qin Si's cold voice spread in the house, reminding Qi Zhongwen's rudeness.

"I heard that you are sick. Let's take a special trip to have a look." Qi Zhongwen did not mention the teahouse, and his gentle appearance was extremely inconsistent with the evil eyes.

Qin Si looked up, but saw Qi Zhongwen's eyes glued on her face. Qin Si suffocated and stretched out his hand to touch his cheek. The delicate fingers slid past, but Qin Si panicked.

She was alone in the room and took off the veil early...

Qi Zhongwen's eyes were full of strange and familiar heat. He took Qin Si's panic into his eyes, but aroused a faint smile. The eyebrows like willow branches, starry eyes, small and straight nose, and red lips. He once described Qing'er's face in his heart, but he didn't know that it was such a beautiful face after the veil.

His chest was stuffy, as if something had sneaked in. When he wanted to figure it out, he couldn't find the strange trace.

"It's not a serious illness. Mr. Labor is worried." Qin Si's panic was only for a moment. She thought to herself that Wen Zhong's identity was extraordinary. In case she had something to do with people in Beijing, her identity would be exposed at any time. It seems that Suzhou can't stay for a long time.

The sound of the old pimp asking softly came from outside the door, and Qin Si quickly turned his back to deal with it. Her face was seen by the old pimp, which was even more troublesome...

When the pimp closed the door, Qin Si quietly bypassed the table, dodged Qi Zhongwen's hot eyes, and stood sideways with Qi Zhongwen.

"Well, I'll just say it directly. I'm here to ask Qinger for a favor." Qi Zhongwen restrained his mind, brushed open the folding fan, and the gentle wind blew his temples, as if the gaffe just now was just an illusion.

"Ms. Wen, please speak." Qin Si also recovered as usual and said in aranged way.

"I heard from Miss Qingmo that Miss Qinger had some ideas about my teahouse, so she came to ask for advice." Qi Zhongwen fanned the folding fan, waving the bamboo leaves on the fan with the wind and sitting upright.

"Teahouse..." Qin Si muttered, which reminded that Qingmo came to talk to her the day before yesterday, but talked about the teahouse in Suzhou. She also made a few suggestions rudely, just as a joke. It was mentioned again that she remembered this thing.

"Yes... Wen's newly opened teahouse is not in good business. I just heard a few words from Qingmo girl, and now it suddenly opened. However, there are still a few things that I don't understand, and I want to ask the young girl..." Qi Zhongwen's posture is slightly lower and quite sincere.

Qin Si was originally a casual word, but he didn't expect to cause this trouble. Qingmo, what exactly do you want to do...

"There is no need to talk about asking for advice. Qing'er just wants to be outstanding, so she requires common differences. They are all teahouses. Naturally, we need to make some characteristics to attract people. The tea in the teahouse is quite different. If it is just to pass the time, it will naturally cost the cheapest, so that the owner will make less money. If you can unify the price of an entry-level child, you will provide a slightly better tea, and the owner will make much more money.

"But with the entry price, naturally some shabby guests will choose another one. This is not conducive to the long-term stability of the teahouse. Qi Zhongwen hit the table with a folding fan, and the regular tapping sound showed his messy thoughts.

Qin Si sat down on the round stool a little away from him: "So Mr. Wen can think of a way to make your teahouse more novel. Listening to songs in the teahouse is a reward, but if you fix a few actors, you often arrange some new songs or jokes, but you don't receive a penny. In this way, the guests have not spent much money, but the business of the teahouse is much better.

Seeing Qi Zhongwen's extremely serious appearance, Qin Si continued: "And the floors can be staggered, and the layout of the wing rooms can also be divided according to the level of guests. In terms of food, you can also make some patterns under pastry snacks with tea."

After saying that, Qin Si stopped talking and let Qi Zhongwen wander in his thoughts.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful..." Qi Zhongwen patted the table again, and his joy was overflowing with words. He couldn't help but look at Qin Si with appreciation.

He hid in Suzhou to work in business. On the one hand, he became the help of Qi Zhongtian, and on the other hand, it was because he had this talent for business. Therefore, he can become the richest man in Suzhou in just a few years. He thought about the teahouse for a long time and had no good idea, but was broken by the woman in front of him. Qi Zhongwen couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips, full of smiles, and his evil eyes sparkled with a boundless light.

"It's just a trick, Mr. Wen smiled..." Qin Si looked down and was very humble.

"Listening to the words of the Qinger girl, Wen has gained a lot. Three days later, Wen will definitely send a thank-you gift..." With that, Qi Zhongwen smiled cheerfully, took a deep look at Qin Si, and then opened the broken door and walked out.

Qin thought about his last glance and had a bad feeling in his heart. That domineering eyes made Qin Si uneasy. Thank you, is it necessary to redeem herself for her?

Sitting down, Qin Si had a plan in his heart, and Suzhou could not stay.

The left hand hung weakly on the edge of the table, and the tingling of his fingertips made Qin Si take a breath. His eyes inadvertently looked at the table, and his pupils suddenly tightened. The needle and thread on the table are still there, but the embroidered handkerchief is gone.

PS: Dear friends, today is Momo's authentic solar calendar birthday. In a few days, we will do activities in YY. The specific group will be notified, and I will also send it on the book page. The time of posting a chapter was also when Momo was born 21 years ago~