MTL - Farm Gate Escape: There is Room For Full-level Bosses-Chapter 514 value given by the state

  Chapter 514 Values ​​Conferred by the State

  When the big guy asked the price, except for the braised duck, which was more expensive, the other dishes were actually the same price as the cafeteria.

   After learning that the braised duck can be plattered and it is not expensive to spread out, Meng Gui opened it up.

   A roast duck, five dishes, five bowls of rice, and several men ate their mouths full of oil, admiring them, "Brother, your food is even better than the food in my restaurant!"

When    was praised, Meng Gui was happier than earning money, and gave them a few bowls of seaweed egg drop soup.

   made these men very happy, "Brothers' food is so delicious, we will help you go back and shout!"

   Meng Gui also said happily: "My brothers can admire my face to patronize my small stall and sit here, it's already a blessing for me."

  The food is affordable and tastes great, especially the braised duck, which is full of praise.

Those workers who just wanted to eat some cheap food, heard others praise how delicious this braised duck tasted, and thought that they had not rewarded themselves after being busy for a month. The price of braised duck is actually very cheap compared to the dishes in restaurants. , he kept shouting:

   "Give me half one!"

   "We have one for this table!"

   "What we called just now, why haven't we come up yet, boss, can you hurry up!"

  Meng Gui was alone. He had to stir-fry when the cooked vegetables were gone, make up the soup when the soup was gone, chop the duck, clean up the table, and was so busy that he almost took off.

When a colleague from the same workshop saw that he opened the stall, he wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect it to taste so good, so he joked and asked, "Meng Gui, your business is so good, will you not come to work tomorrow? already?"

  Meng Gui did not expect the business to be so good. He is so busy now that he doesn't have enough tableware and chopsticks, but who knows if this is a new idea for everyone, and maybe the business will not be good tomorrow.

   Meng Gui shook his head, "I'll come out and set up a stall when I'm resting."

   These words were heard by the guests at the next table, and they quickly persuaded: "Everyone likes the food you cook so much, so they set up a stall when they are resting. You are at a big loss. You might as well ask a few people to help."

  This is a small stall, if you hire someone, you can make a few money.

   Meng Gui hesitated, but the next second, he saw that the dozens of braised ducks prepared in the pot were all sold out.

   The guests were still shouting: "What's the matter, duck?"

  Meng Gui's eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, as long as the secret recipe of braised duck is not revealed, it is not impossible to invite two people.

  The braised duck was gone, everyone was a little disappointed, but the food was delicious and cheap, and there were still an endless stream of guests. Soon, Meng Gui expected to sell all the ingredients for the evening, so they were all sold out.

  Evening is the most leisurely and comfortable time of the day for big guys. There are many staff apartments nearby. Logically, they should be able to make a lot of money.

   Meng Gui took a peek at the full cash box, his heart was beating fast, and he quickly packed up and returned to the yard of the villa he rented.

   Uncle Wang was very surprised to see him coming back so early, "Are you sold out?"

  Meng Gui nodded embarrassedly, "On the first day of today, everyone tried something new. There were many people who came, so it was sold out."

   Uncle Wang asked with a smile, "Then are you going tomorrow?"

   Meng Gui couldn't find such a suitable person to help him for a while. Besides, it was too late for the things he was going to sell tomorrow.

   Braised duck must be marinated at least one day in advance.

  Meng Gui shook his head, "I still have to go to work, so I won't be there tomorrow. It's really hard to reach out to the stall by myself. I want to find a helper first."

   Uncle Wang nodded kindly, "I'll help you find something."

  Meng Gui said thank you and went back to the apartment to count the heavy and laborious money box.

   opened the lock, poured out and counted one by one, and counted, and his heart trembled.

   One day, he actually earned half a month's money.

  If there are so many every day, in that month, you can buy a villa.

   He also doesn't have to live under the eaves of other people to prevent making braised ducks.

  Meng Gui was so excited that he counted the copper plates again, strung them together with ropes, and looked around for places to put them away.

   On the second day, he went to work, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the workshop, he saw that his booth had been occupied yesterday.

   What he sells is similar to him!

   Colleagues also teased with schadenfreude, "Look what kind of work you are here to do, let's do it now, someone else picked it up."

   Meng Gui was also very angry, but he did not dare to quit his job.

   After all, doing business is risky.

   If you put your heart and soul into it, but you lose money and lose your job, how can you live.

   He ignored other people's gossips, and after finding a suitable helper, he made a detailed plan for the donation.

   The stall owner who occupied his stall, the taste is far behind Meng Gui, and the daily traffic is gradually decreasing.

   Meng Gui's stall was re-opened, and the only remaining customers had left.

  The stall owner couldn't earn any money, so he simply quit the stall, and Meng Gui returned to his original position.

   Half a month after the stall, Meng Gui found that there were more and more copper plates, and the apartment would not be able to be put down any longer.

   He came to the bank and deposited several boxes of copper plates in a row, each box containing thousands of copper plates.

   The staff has only finished counting the copper plates of a stall owner. After counting for two full hours, his hands are almost turning into a thousand-handed Guanyin. Unexpectedly, this is another one.

  Li Nian, the bank manager, has no choice. Whoever makes this their responsibility can only cheer up the big guys.

   But with such a large workload every day, the big guys can’t stand it, and sooner or later they will get arthritis.

  Yes, it cannot stop the rapid economic development of Xiaoyao City.

   Manager Li Nian frowned. When he was about to recruit a few more employees, he suddenly saw that a big customer had exchanged a one hundred tael bill for two fifty tael bills.

  Between the lightning and flint in his brain, he suddenly thought of what would happen if the lightweight silver bills were directly replaced by the copper plates.

   He thought about it carefully, and changed the copper plate into paper money. It is convenient for everyone to pay and change, and it is also convenient to carry every time you travel.

   After thinking about it, can you accept the direct replacement of banknotes with silver?

   seems unlikely.

   No, not impossible.

   Paper money can give it the same value as silver bills, and withdraw silver and gold. As long as they are recognized by the bank and the state, paper money can become a convenient universal currency.

   To put it simply, it reduces the amount of bank notes and makes it more convenient for everyone to use.

  Thinking of this, Li Nian couldn't help but be overwhelmed with admiration. If the empress thinks it is feasible, the efficiency of their bank can also be rapidly improved, and he should also be commended!

   He hurriedly wrote the plan he envisioned as a memorial and handed it to Zhang Zhang, the president of their bank.

   Zhang Zhang touched his beard and felt that this plan was very good, and immediately went to see Bai Wutong.

  Bai Wutong read the plan written by Li Nian, and was a little surprised for a while, everyone's thinking progressed so fast.

   Now it is clear that currency itself has no value, it is the use value of circulation given by the state.

   (end of this chapter)