TSBFL Chapter 55
Chapter 55.3: 生意兴隆
‘Thriving and Prosperous Business’
In this regard, Granny Sun was very grateful to Chen Xing, without him, she did not know how long she would have suffered. Therefore, when she heard that Chen Xing’s new shop was opening, she volunteered to come. She was glad that even though she was an old woman, she was still able to move and work more.
“Granny, you are too polite.” Chen Xing only thought that Granny was joking, and after saying that, he was pressed by the ever-increasing list to go as he get busy, but in his heart, he remembered Granny Sun’s favour, and was prepared to return it if he had the chance in the future.
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Qiu Jiu carried the tray out, and saw the grandma’s grandson who was seemingly the same busy as him in the hall. He greeted him from afar, and then carried the dishes in his hand to the table of the customers who ordered.
Qiu Jiu put the dishes on the tray one by one to the table, and then put the last small and white porcelain bottle with a star pattern in the middle on the table.
The guest looked at the bottle and asked with some surprise, “What’s with this wine? I don’t remember us ordering this.”
Qiu Jiu looked at the young guest in front of him and smiled lightly, revealing a gentle smile, “Guest, this is the shop’s giveaway today. Anyone who comes here to consume will be given a bottle of this wine at every table.”
That guest came to a realization after hearing this, and it was only when Qiu Jiu turned to leave to serve the next table of guests who come, that he looked at the exquisite bottle of wine, before then he looked at his friend on the same table and laughed, “I also don’t know how good is this shop’s wine?”
Next to him, a middle-aged man in his thirties stroked his mustache and said with a disdainful face, “What good stuff can there be in this free gift? It must be all inferior goods (be there just to make up the number)!”
The guest looked at him, some did not quite agree with him, shook his head, sighed and said: “Wrong, not all the new shops. Since their idea is trying to attract customers, the flavor is naturally not that bad!”
When the middle-aged man saw him refute him, his face darkened and he was about to get angry on the spot.
That guest, however, seemed to be familiar with his temperament, and before he got angry, he gently laughed and said warmly, “Since we can’t continue to argue, why don’t we try the taste of this wine first? If it’s not good, then you’re right. If it tastes good, then I am the one who is right, what do you think?”
The middle-aged man was a bit unconvinced, touching his own beard and glaring as he said, “I must be the one who is right!
The guest laughed and didn’t get angry, just took that bottle of wine, ready to open it and pour it for his friend.
The moment the guest uncapped the bottle, the middle-aged man’s face changed. After the guest poured the translucent red liquor in the cup, the middle-aged man immediately picked up and took a sip.
After finishing that mouthful of wine, the middle-aged man’s eyes first lit up, then his face changed, looking at the bottle of wine in the guest’s hand and hurriedly said, “Drink less, leave the rest for me!”
The guest, however, laughed, unhurriedly poured himself a glass, then handed the bottle to him as he laughed: “What? You still think this wine is randonly made now?”
The middle-aged man’s face changed slightly, holding the bottle in his hand, not very comfortable as he glaring at him. He said not very willingly, “You’re right, is that okay?”
The guest laughed and didn’t care about his attitude, continuing to laugh, “If you like it, just find the shopkeeper to buy a few more bottles when you leave later, why make such an impatient gesture?”
The middle-aged man stiffened when he heard his words, obviously not expecting to be able to do so, he looked at the not very happy guest and said, “Of course I know what you’re talking about, there’s no need for you to remind me.”
The guest just smiled and looked at him, not irritating this bad-tempered friend of his any further.
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On the first day of business, Chen Xing felt like he was going to die of exhaustion, and after returning to the mansion in the evening, he didn’t even want to lift a single arm. Their dinner was hastily eaten, to cope with it a little.
Gu Lang looked at Chen Xing who was resting on the table, looking at his face full of fatigue, wanting to make him less tired, they could find some other job, he would secretly slip him some money then, then he would be able to relax a lot.
Just when Gu Lang wanted to open his mouth, Chen Xing suddenly get up from the table at once, and then ran into the house in a puff of smoke (very quickly), leaving Gu Lang, who was a bit puzzled, looking at the direction he left and swallowing the words he hadn’t yet had time to say.