Chapter 383: I need to hire someone

Can storytelling make the taste of buns better?

Gu Chen has not done much research on this.

But there is no doubt that good marketing can definitely make the sales of buns better.

Especially in this era, the vast majority of people have not yet been baptized by the overwhelming marketing methods of later generations.

As the saying goes, three parts truth, seven parts fiction, and 100% acting.

In such an era, for a big liar like Gu Chen, it is practically no different from heaven.

Of course, although the story he made up was false, Gu Chen was not that heartless after all.

Especially when compared to a certain unbearable bun seller in later generations, Gu Chen's selling price is simply as pure as a little white flower.

Conscience is something that is always compared.

What's more, Gu Chen had the blessing of divine culinary skills. Even if he were to compete with a genuine imperial chef,

the other party might not necessarily win.

The reason for telling this story to the customers present was to raise the status of the Qimei Zhai brand.

It was also to make the customers outside the door happy with their purchases.

It would be dangerous to always wonder how to hang oneself from a street lamp.

The fundamental difference between marketing and fraud is whether you have the real thing in your hands.

After that, things got much easier. Gu Chen's already-good business suddenly became incredibly popular.

As soon as a basket of buns was steamed, it was immediately snatched up by the waiting crowd.

Although the price was still very high, after hearing Gu Chen's story, everyone's face was beaming with joy.

It felt as if they were not just carrying a few buns in their hands, but the history of the family's rise and fall over the past few hundred years.

It was a worthwhile trip, and they would have something to brag about when they got home to their wives and children, and their neighbours.

Not to mention that the buns sold by Gu Chen were really delicious, and they were large and filling.

Just yesterday when I tried them for free, I felt full immediately after taking a bite.

Almost instantly I was overwhelmed with a feeling of great happiness. An adult's appetite can be satisfied with one and a half.

If you're a small child, half is enough.

As a result, it's been less than two hours since the shop opened in the morning.

The 40 baskets of buns he wrapped yesterday have all been sold.

And half of that time was spent on the steaming process.

Otherwise, I'm afraid he would have sold even faster.

At this time, looking at the ever-longer queue behind him, Gu Chen could only continue to apologize repeatedly.

He said that all the stock for the day had already been sold out, and if you wanted to eat, you would have to go early again tomorrow.

The people present were suddenly confused.

My goodness, this place only opens at 8am every morning, and yet it's about to close just after 10am.

This shop is really too casual, isn't it?

And this is a business that makes money, with big buns for five yuan each.

In other people's homes, I'm afraid they would all hate to be open 24 hours a day.

How come when it comes to you, you can't even buy it if you want to?

You are truly worthy of being the descendant of imperial chefs, and this business is really too willful, isn't it?

However, no matter how the customers outside protested this time, Gu Chen did not give in to them again.

After explaining the situation to the crowd with a smile, he closed the door without hesitation.

This time, it wasn't that he wanted to put on airs, not making money even if he had it, or deliberately teasing others.

It was just that he really didn't have the time.

Although it was just after 10am, he had to pick up his daughter from kindergarten at 3pm.

In the remaining few hours, Gu Chen had to steam the buns that needed to be steamed tomorrow.

He made them in advance and then put them in the system space for later use.

He is always in a rush, and he squeezes in all this work.

If he hadn't gone to the market early yesterday to buy the ingredients he would need for the next few days,

he would have even less free time.

Gu Chen thinks about this for a moment and realises that this is definitely not going to work.

He has to run the whole shop by himself, and he simply can't do it all.

Not to mention that his shop, Qishe, is a 100-square-metre storefront.

Now he dares not even open the door to the lobby. All the buns are at the entrance, and customers can take them away whenever they buy them.

After all, there is only one person, and he is too busy just collecting and giving change.

In this day and age, there is no mobile payment, and no one would act like a show-off by buying a few buns and swiping a card.

If Gu Chen is expected to serve customers and do takeaway himself, he would have to be able to split himself into two.

Otherwise, it is simply impossible.

Fortunately, although it was a busy day, the rewards were also considerable. A total of 40 baskets of buns were sold.

This brought him a direct cash income of 1,000 yuan, plus the kindergarten's advance settlement of this month's fruit order.

Gu Chen now had a huge sum of 3,500 yuan in his possession.

If this were placed outside, it could probably be equivalent to the salary that a person can get in half a year.

Well...

For Gu Chen, who is opening a store, this is actually still not considered much.

At least compared to the funds at his disposal when he was in Haicheng, it was basically just a drop in the bucket.

Thinking about this, Gu Chen put down the flour in his hands, then took out a piece of red paper and a bottle of ink from the cabinet.

He held the brush in his hand and thought about it, then wrote on it with a swish.

'The restaurant is currently hiring a waiter, under 40 years old, no education requirements, no gender requirements, as long as you are healthy.

Monthly salary 500 yuan, four days off per month, room and board included, easy work with no overtime.

Interested parties can come directly to the door for an interview.'

After writing this, Gu Chen looked at it and was quite satisfied with his calligraphy. He then took out a roll of masking tape.

He directly pasted the red paper with the job advertisement on the door of his shop.

In those days, smartphones were still a science fiction concept, and the computer and internet had not yet become fully popular.

Naturally, there was no question of advertising, but fortunately the street had a high daily footfall.

Gu Chen then just had to wait for the applicants to come knocking on his door.

The salary of 500 yuan was only average, not much different from other jobs in the city.

The fact that the job included food and accommodation was a nice touch, although Gu Chen did not take the applicant into his own home.

Instead, there were rooms in the Shichuanzhai restaurant itself.

Back then, commercial and residential areas were not as clearly separated as they are nowadays.

Many businesses often lived directly in their shops for the sake of convenience.

Moreover, social security was not that good, and blind drunks could often be seen at night.

The cameras that were everywhere before the rebirth are now only found at some more important intersections.

These imported goods are not only expensive, but also very large.

Living in your own shop is convenient, and the other reason is naturally to prevent theft.