At night, Jiangcheng is full of lights and traffic. Although Jiangcheng is not as good as Beijing, Magic City, Shenzhen City, etc., it is also one of the top metropolis in China.

A big Benz turned off the highway and entered the city.

Guo Zhongheng, wearing a Zhongshan suit, sat in the back seat, looking tired, and was reaching out to slowly squeeze his forehead.

Including the driver, there were three men of about the same age in the car.

The man sitting in the passenger seat said, "Old Guo, where will you have supper later?"

The driver said, "Don't we go to the index finger to have a private dish?"

The man smiled: "Old Guo has been running around for a day. Look at his appearance, where can he cook?"

Another man said, "Yes, there is no food or anything else. There is no need to make trouble anymore. Just find a place. Yanlailou is quite good. The stew pot I ate there last time was real and the taste was great."

Guo Zhongheng nodded: "I agree...but before this, I have to go to Tinghuxiang to arrange some things."

The driver asked: "Old Guo, you really don't plan to continue driving this private dish?"

Guo Zhongheng replied: "I'm old and I'm busy with all kinds of things and can't do it. Since that's the case, it's better to close it and rent it to someone else to do business."

The man on the passenger seat said, "This is not bad, your house is in a good location and you won't have to worry about renting."

Guo Zhongheng smiled: "Yes, but there is a student who works as a part-time job in the store, so he has to make it clear to others."

The driver smiled and said, "You dare to let go and let a student open a shop to do business, but it doesn't matter. You have decided to close it anyway."

Guo Zhongheng said: "This student's cooking skills are pretty good. He runs a restaurant at home and has some skills."

The three of them heard this and stopped talking.

The so-called "okay" is probably just that. Everyone is old friends for many years, knowing the roots and bottom of it. Guo Zhongheng's own cooking skills are very clear. To put it bluntly, it is not difficult to eat.

I usually eat and drink in my private house with my index finger, mainly to have an atmosphere and a friendship, but I don’t really go for the meal.

The car was not slow, and after half an hour, I arrived at the parking lot outside Tinghu Lane.

Guo Zhongheng got out of the car and asked, "How is it? Are you waiting here, or go in together?"

The driver also got out of the car and stamped his feet: "I've been sitting for a long time, let's walk together to loosen my muscles and bones."

So the four of them joined together and entered Tinghu Lane.

At 9:10, Tinghu Lane began to lively, with students coming and going, men and women.

The driver saw it and sighed: "It's great to be young, these are all youth."

A man joked: "Old Song, do you want to recite a poem improvised?"

Old Song curled his mouth: "I can't chant out if I'm hungry."

They drove for a long time and only ate some bread randomly, and they were really hungry.

He asked Guo Zhongheng again: "Old Guo, you threw the store to the student. Have you asked about what happened in the past few days?"

Guo Zhongheng spread his hands: "What are you asking? I made it clear to him that he should be responsible for his own profits and losses, so he should be free from rent for him to practice."

Lao Song shook his head: "He is just a student, how much experience can he have? I'm afraid there will be no door."

A man smiled and said, "I'm used to it. Lao Guo is so arrogant, isn't Yemen?"

Guo Zhongheng glared: "Okay, Lao Zhou, you finally said what you are thinking."

The old Zhou waved his hand and said, "I'm not sarcastic about you. Anyway, you are not opening a restaurant to make money. If you have too much business, you feel it's hard."

Guo Zhongheng looked at Tinghu Lane, thinking about closing the restaurant, but he was a little sad and reluctant: "Ask yourself, I really don't have the talent to be a chef."

When the three men heard this, they looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. They had been in their stomachs for a long time. In the past, it was difficult to say it in front of an old friend and attack people. Now, when Guo Zhongheng said it in person, the meaning is different.

Self-deprecating has a different interest.

“Huh?”

The four of them walked while talking. Not long after, they had already arrived outside the private food in the index finger.

Guo Zhongheng looked up and was surprised to see someone queuing outside the door, and inside was already full of people, and it was covered in darkness.

"Am I going to the wrong place?"

Guo Zhongheng looked around and confirmed the sign on the door:

Index finger private dish!

Yes, it's your own store.

Old Song and the other two were also shocked.

As old friends, they often eat here, and a few old men meet, drink wine, eat side dishes, and relax.

They naturally know the business trend of index finger private dishes. There has never been a full customer in the store, and even half a full customer is rare, let alone waiting in line to eat.

Guo Zhongheng couldn't help but ask the lineup outside the door: "Classmate, what are you doing here?"

"Looking in line to have a meal."

The student glanced at him and seemed to be incomprehensible about his idiotic questions.

Guo Zhongheng blinked: "Why?"

"Isn't this nonsense? Of course, the things here are delicious."

In the students' contemptuous eyes, Guo Zhongheng felt more and more difficult to understand. He had tasted Chen Feima's skills, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and they were well made and delicious.

But that's all, it's not really a food.

These days, people have higher living standards and higher requirements.

"Can this guy use some special publicity method to build the index finger private dish into an internet celebrity area to attract diners?"

Guo Zhongheng thought of this possibility.

In the Internet era, there is a good gimmick and good idea, and someone will add fuel to the fire. If you do a live broadcast, you can be packaged as an internet celebrity.

There are too many such things to go.

For example, there was a Mengpo soup recently, which was packaged with a mask, and the business suddenly became popular.

Everyone can broadcast live and everyone can be a self-media, which is much more convenient than before when relying on TV advertising.

In Tinghu Lane, several stores actually have similar publicity activities.

Guo Zhongheng is a Buddha-like boss with personality. He is too lazy to mess with those and does not participate in it.

At present, he naturally classified Chen Feima there.

Then the business of index finger private dishes can be explained.

"This kid is really smart."

Guo Zhongheng muttered that as an old-fashioned person, he actually does not agree with the promotional methods of Internet celebrities, especially the mud and sand, and in order to become famous, many people even use any means to pursue novelty and gain prominence. If they are not strong in their own strength, they will only be short-lived in the pan.

"Tsk tsk, Lao Guo, this student can do anything, and he actually helps you get started with your business."

Old Song said.

Guo Zhongheng curled his lips: "I don't know what's going on yet? Let's go in and take a look."

The four of them entered and saw that the diners were full of people inside, and they seemed crowded, and almost no place to stay.

Guo Zhongheng walked straight inside and came to the counter. Chen Feima was carrying a plate of dishes. When he saw him, he said, "Ah": "Teacher Guo, are you back?"
Chapter completed!