"Little Du He, you dare to cheat this old man of my money? And it's a full five thousand strings!"
In the Duke Zhao Residence.
Zhangsun Wuji, who had a pale face and no beard, slammed the table in anger when he heard a manager's report.
The problem reported by the manager was exactly the same as Old Wu's complaint.
It was also because the consumption of oil in the restaurant was too large, and the supply was insufficient.
The few restaurants under Zhangsun Wuji had switched to cooking after purchasing the 'technology usage rights' from Du He.
During this period of time, the restaurant's business could be said to be booming. The customers who came to the restaurant were even more full of praise for the dishes.
However, as time passed, the problem of a lack of fat became apparent.
However, the oil could not be cut off. Without oil, cooking was just empty talk.
It was just like how others were already used to delicious food. If one day you suddenly brought a basin of pig feed to them, it would be strange if they did not curse!
At this moment, Zhangsun Wuji's restaurant was in such an awkward situation.
Moreover, in the past few days, because there was too little oil that could be found, the restaurant had no choice but to restore a portion of its original dishes.
This time, he had provoked a hornet's nest.
Those customers who could not get the stir-fried vegetables were all boiling with resentment.
As a result, the restaurant's reputation was greatly affected.
As for the stewards in charge of those restaurants, they could only report to Zhangsun Wuji when they saw that they could not suppress the matter.
"Hmph, send this old man to find that brat Du He! He couldn't get away with this.
If you don't give this old man an explanation today, this old man won't let go of this child who has caused so much harm.”
Zhangsun Wuji's face darkened as he turned around and left.
Not long after, Du He, who was leisurely in the private room of the Longevity Restaurant, was found by someone.
"Yo, isn't this Duke Zhao? If you want to book a private room, you can just send someone over to say it. Why do you have to come personally?”
Looking at Zhangsun Wuji's old face, Du He said with a smile.
"This old man is not here to book a private room today, but to settle scores with you!”
Zhangsun Wuji said in a deep voice.
"Duke Zhao, your words don't make sense.
I didn't provoke you for no reason. Why are you here to settle scores with me?”
"Unreasonable? Du He, did you sell the right to use the cooking technique to this old man?
Now, after using your technique, even my restaurant has problems. Who else can I look for if not you?”
Zhangsun Wuji's face turned cold.
"A problem with the restaurant? What does this have to do with me?"
Du He looked puzzled and continued,"
"Duke Zhao, you may be a good official, but you can't compare to me in terms of business.
If your restaurants are not doing well, you'll have to find the restaurant's steward to settle the score. It's useless even if you find me!”
Facing this old fox like Du He, Zhangsun Wuji almost choked to death.
"Du He, I only discovered it after I used your cooking skills in my restaurants."
This technique was not practical at all, because the grease aspect was a big problem that could not be solved at all.
I won't pursue the trouble your skill has caused the restaurant, but you must spit out the five thousand strings.”
Hearing this, Du He smiled.
He raised his hand and pointed at the hall downstairs that was full of guests. He said,
"Duke Zhao, please take a look at this young master's restaurant. Is there any problem with it?”
When he entered just now, Zhangsun Wuji, who was burning with anger, did not notice.
However, after Du He's reminder, he discovered that the Longevity Restaurant was still filled with customers.
The situation in his restaurant did not happen at all.
"This…"
Even Zhangsun Wuji, who was known as the 'old cunning good', was blushing.
For a moment, he was speechless.
Du He didn't say anything at this time. He just called a waiter in and instructed.
Soon, a bowl of soybean oil was placed on the table.
He raised his hand and made an inviting gesture."Duke Zhao, please take a look.”
Zhangsun Wuji, who had calmed down a little, went over to take a look and said with some doubt,"This is…oil?"
"That's right, it's oil. Duke Zhao, please take a look at this oil and see if it's different from the oil used in your restaurant.”
Du He smiled and continued.
Zhangsun Wuji was taken aback. After carefully observing for a moment, he raised his head and said,
"According to this old master's observation, this oil is even clearer and doesn't have any fishy smell.”
"Correct!"
Du He suddenly snapped her fingers and said,""Duke Zhao, please sit down.
There is absolutely no problem with the cooking technique I provided.
The problem lies in the fact that the restaurants under you are facing a crisis in the supply of oil.
Coincidentally, I can supply oil.
So, there's still business between us…"
Looking at Du He, who was narrowing his eyes, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly shivered.
He remembered that when he was forced to buy the right to use the technology, the kid opposite him had the same expression.
But now…
Thinking of this, Zhangsun Wuji felt a little uneasy.
However, he was nervous.
If the oil problem was not solved, then his restaurants would have big problems.
Not to mention whether they could maintain their current profit level, as long as they did not plummet, they were already burning incense.
"Du He, this old master was too abrupt with today's matter. However, how much is the price of your oil?”
Zhangsun Wuji was an experienced and astute person. When he heard that there was a turn of events, he immediately calmed down.
Du He smiled and raised a small middle finger."The production cost of this oil is very high.
However, since it's Duke Zhao, I'll give you a pound of money.”
"Yiguan money for one jin?"
The finger that Du He raised was actually the middle finger.
Zhangsun Wuji only felt that it was a little strange and did not think of anything else.
However, Zhangsun Wuji felt his teeth ache at this price.
But before he could open his mouth to bargain, Du He continued,""Yiguan Qian per jin is already the lowest price.
If it's lower than this price, then I'll ask Duke Zhao to find another job. Anyway, I don't lack this bit of money!”
"Alright, I'll do it. I have a total of five restaurants, and I need about 500 kilograms of oil every month.”
Zhangsun Wuji took a deep breath and nodded.
Du He naturally agreed and reached a verbal agreement.
When Zhangsun Wuji walked out of the Longevity Restaurant, the steward who had been waiting there immediately came up to him.
"High Duke, are you going to get back the five thousand strings that kid swindled?”
Upon hearing this, Zhangsun Wuji's face trembled and he remained silent.
After a long while, when he got into the carriage, he slowly said,"
"From now on, send that kid another 1,000 strings of Guan every month! Let's go back now."
What?
The manager was dumbfounded.
Didn't the High Duke go to that kid to ask for the original five thousand strings?
Why did it become that he had to give money to the other party every month in the blink of an eye?
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Where are the tickets, brothers!
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