Anyone who can do this kind of thing must know at least two key points.
First, Feng Nanshu is Jiang Qin’s weakness.
Second, Feng Nanshu loves hot pot.
Facts have proved that it is really important to go the right way. Jiang Qin really brought her here, and then the hot pot restaurant owner bluntly said that he wanted to join the business gang, open stores across the country, reach the peak of life, and marry Bai Fumei.
Jiang Qin didn’t agree at first, because Linchuan Commercial Gang already has two hot pot brands, Helilao for high-end services and Jiabu for affordable prices, and they have no plans to support another one.
Especially in the same planning system, if there are too many competing products, sometimes it will be difficult to operate.
The boss noticed his hesitation and did not ask directly. Instead, he turned to look at Feng Nanshu: “Mrs. Jiang, do you think our hot pot is delicious?”
“tasty!”
When Feng Nanshu heard the word Mrs. Jiang, she had to say delicious even if it wasn’t delicious, let alone really delicious.
Jiang Qin sighed, wrote him Wei Lanlan’s phone number and handed it to him.
Some people have stayed with them for four years, shouting every day that they want to start a business and make a fortune, but they insist on taking the wrong path.
Some people have never seen it before, but they step on the shortcut to success as soon as they lift their feet…
Jiang Qin was sighing when he suddenly saw a call coming from He Yijun, so he reached out to answer the call.
“Jiang Qin, tell me the truth, are you and Qin Zhihuan related?”
“What relative?”
He Yijun talked about the problem of “a family” this afternoon, and Jiang Qin was silent for a while.
No, Lao He is about to react.
“No, not relatives, no relation at all.”
While Jiang Qin was talking, he picked up a fish ball and fed it to “Qin Zhihuan’s relative”.
Lao He still felt a little nervous: “I don’t believe you, I swear.”
“I swear, I swear, Qin Zhihuan and I are definitely not relatives now. Apart from being partners, we have no connection at all. Otherwise, we won’t be able to make any money in the future.”
When He Yijun heard this, he was so cruel that he felt relieved.
But he didn’t know that at the moment Jiang Qin swore, “Qin Zhihuan’s relative” bit into half of the fish ball and ate the remaining half into the dog’s mouth, with a look of dependence on Jiang Qin in his eyes.
Jiang Qin ate the fish balls and said again: “Old He, think about it carefully, how long have I known Qin Zhihuan? How long have I known you? We are real relatives. In my eyes, Lao Qin is just an outsider. It’s like being a good friend’s aunt’s nephew, you know?”