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As the general manager here, Zhi San naturally sat with some distinguished individuals.
To be honest, it was also Zhi San's first time trying this dish. He had no idea what kind of situation Zhan Lingfeng had created. To him, everything seemed quite ordinary; the dishes were just that—dishes. He couldn't rely on the chef, as they were merely people who could prepare hot pot. At most, Zhan Lingfeng had personally demonstrated how to make hot pot, how to prepare the ingredients, and so on, but there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about it.
Of course, if there was something special, it was that today Zhan Lingfeng had brought over bags of Medicinal Cuisine materials.
Zhi San didn't know what kind of substance that was; he didn't even know what it was made from—just some powder.
However, after adding these medicinal powders, the entire hot pot underwent a tremendous transformation. It was no longer the same flavor; it was no longer as unappetizing as before.
When Zhi San saw the hot pot being served and everyone starting to eat, he still felt anxious inside. He didn't know whether this dish would be popular.
But what shocked him instantly was the way these people were eating.
At first, these individuals, who were all prominent figures in society with significant backgrounds, were reserved and appeared very calm. However, as soon as the first bite went down, they seemed to transform into different people—the speed at which they used their chopsticks changed completely.
Zhi San was puzzled at this point. When he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, he clearly noticed that the texture of this meat was entirely different from before—fragrant and tender.
What kind of chicken is this?
Zhi San was stunned. He knew the situation here and understood what ingredients were used, but now these items were completely different.
Without time to think further, Zhi San reached for his chopsticks again.
Then everyone fell silent, each person engrossed in eating like crazy.
In a very short time, a large pot of food was completely consumed.
At this moment, everyone raised their heads and looked at each other, all somewhat puzzled as they gazed at the empty hot pot.
Zhi San was also bewildered; they couldn't let anyone else pay for this table. He shouted, "Quick, bring another pot!"
"Zhou, there are too many payments, and everyone is asking for dishes. The kitchen is a bit busy right now," the waiter said timidly.
"What?"
Zhi San's eyes widened as he stood up and said to everyone, "Wait a moment, I'll go call someone to bring it."
Everyone looked on calmly, but their eyes revealed a sense of longing.
When Zhi San stepped outside, he was startled by the sight of busy people everywhere.
Upon reaching the cashier, Zhi San was even more surprised to see so many waiters reporting on tables that needed to order more.
What on earth was happening?
However, recalling the dishes he had eaten, Zhi San felt an urge to eat them again.
Without hesitation, Zhi San rushed into the kitchen.
Once inside, he saw the busy chefs, each one moving quickly with sweat pouring down their faces. It seemed no one had anticipated such a situation.
"I'll take this pot."
Ignoring what others said, Zhi San stepped forward and took a pot away.
When the waitstaff wanted to say something, they saw that Zhi San had already disappeared.
"We only needed to add dishes, why did he take the whole pot!"
The beautiful waitress said somewhat confused.
Today was destined to be anything but calm for this restaurant.
After sending off those big shots, Zhi San sat there for a long time without moving, feeling too full to eat anymore.
Thinking of the satisfied expressions on the faces of those big shots, Zhi San felt a sense of disbelief.
"How did things go today?"
After the roll-up door closed, everyone was too tired to move, but Zhi San asked a question.
"Zhou, we didn't expect any income today, but every table ordered paid hot pot again. As a result, we not only didn’t lose money but actually made a profit."
Zhi San looked at her.
"Zhou, we have three floors with one hundred tables on each floor, totaling three hundred tables. In the end, all three hundred tables were full, and some were added after finishing their meals. This means we served more than just three hundred tables today; we actually accommodated four hundred fifty-one tables. Among them, four hundred eleven tables paid again. Our pricing isn’t low; after deducting costs, we made about three hundred yuan per table."
Zhi San opened his eyes wide, feeling a sense of disbelief.
"Are you saying we made a profit today?"
"Yes, our expenses were around thirty thousand, and after deducting those costs, we still made over fifty thousand in profit."
Zhi San was somewhat unable to remain calm; he really hadn't expected the business to be so profitable. To think that on just the first day they earned so much! If it weren't for the free services, they would have made nearly a hundred thousand in profit in a single day!
Thinking about this, Zhi San felt immense admiration for Zhan Lingfeng. With an investment of five hundred thousand, if things continued like this, they would recoup their costs in just a few days, and then it would be all profit.
"Zhou, today we only had income from the evening rush. Starting tomorrow, we will be open all day, and our revenue will surely double. However, there is one issue that needs to be resolved: we may not have enough ingredients. If this isn't addressed, it could become a big problem."
"That's not an issue; just notify the suppliers immediately," Zhi San waved his hand. He finally felt a bit like a boss.
By the way, since he had a ten percent share of the profits, that meant for every hundred thousand, he would earn ten thousand.
Just thinking about this made Zhi San's heart race. This Restaurant could potentially generate over two hundred thousand in profit each day. That would amount to over six million in profit each month! And his share would be over six hundred thousand! At that point, his subordinates wouldn't need to struggle anymore; they could easily switch careers.
The thought of successfully transitioning careers so easily filled him with gratitude towards Zhan Lingfeng. He thought to himself that Zhan Lingfeng was truly a benefactor.
"Everyone, thank you for your hard work today. Each of you will receive an extra hundred yuan. Go home after eating; we'll continue working tomorrow. If you need more chefs, bring your acquaintances along." Zhi San realized that this kind of life was truly enjoyable.
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