Chapter 362
Female Buffett
Chapter 362 Female Buffett
"I was careless and didn't dodge..."
At this moment, the inner thoughts of the three men in Wuqingju were rarely the same.
Unlike Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu who completely gave up after listening to the heavenly book, Mo Tingfeng was more miserable because he had been forced by Song Weichen to play Werewolf a few times in the Huangjia Village illusion, so he could only half understand it...
He held his throbbing forehead and cleared his throat.
"Well, what Weiwei said makes sense."
After these words came out, not only Ye Wujiu, but even the flatterer Ding Heran couldn't hold back any longer.
"No way, sir! Brother Wei, this, this, this... did you understand everything?! Is the power of love so great?!"
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"Well, Weiwei said it very clearly."
For some reason, Mo Tingfeng stuttered, as if he had been possessed by Meng Mengda's illness after chatting with him all night.
"She said that Mrs. Jing's 'read but not reply' is indeed a problem."
"The fact that Ruan's mother is silent at this moment is the biggest news."
"But in this situation, it would be more effective to let Yuheng take action."
"Also, Weiwei said that Meng Mengda's stance is ambiguous. It is true that his current situation is too sensitive. The traitor may turn him into the next 'Lü Chi' to divert suspicion."
"In this case, we might as well take advantage of the situation and make Meng Mengda's suspicion public, making him our prey."
"Actually—"
"In fact, top hunters often appear as prey!" Song Weichen laughed, "Boss Mo, I know how to do this!"
The two sang in unison and fed the two single Huskies a mouthful of dog food. Ding Heran made a clear swallowing motion.
"My Lord, I'm full! Uh no, I understand!"
He nudged Ye Wujiu with his elbow, and both of them clasped their fists towards Mo Tingfeng and Song Weichen.
"My lords, thank you for your trouble for one night. He Ran and Wu Jiu will take their leave. In the next few days, while we concentrate on our training, we will also pretend to be secretly investigating Meng Mengda and put on a good show."
Mo Tingfeng nodded.
"And two more things."
"First, I suspect that the real traitor has been hiding his strength. It is possible that he is very good at taming beasts."
"Come to think of it, after the previous White Robe disappeared, the Soul Devouring Beasts in the Sanzu River have appeared one after another, and have even become a major obstacle to Uncle Fei's team's daily patrols. This is really abnormal, and I'm afraid someone did it deliberately."
"Secondly, this person must be left-handed. The best evidence is that his dominant hand changed to his left hand when he controlled Lu Chi to commit suicide. But he usually hides it very deeply. You can try to find out."
"Yes!"
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Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu agreed and left. It was already bright in the sky and Wuqingju finally became quiet. Song Weichen stretched lazily, then curled up in the armchair, squinting comfortably. The orange sunlight shone on her through the window frame, like a kitten.
Mo Tingfeng looked at her and felt that the world that had been in turmoil for many days finally had a moment of peace. So many things had happened during this period of time, and it seemed that they had not been able to spend such quiet time alone for a long time.
Thinking back to when they first met, Song Weichen was picked up by him from the Wangchuan River. Somehow, he let her sleep in his bedroom, while he stayed by her side and read by candlelight at night. Thinking back on those days now, they seemed as quiet as an unreal dream.
Mo Tingfeng walked over gently, and was about to carry the little girl to the bed to rest, but she suddenly opened her eyes, and stared at him with a pair of eyes as bright as the evening stars, smiling.
"Boss Mo, what are your plans for today?"
"Arrange? Little thing, you haven't slept all night, aren't you sleepy?"
"I'm so sleepy. I'm about to pass out."
The little man nodded obediently.
"But when I think about the Warlock Classification Trial in ten days, there will definitely be a lot of unexpected things waiting for me. I feel exhausted just thinking about it, so I want to go to Huangjia Village to find katydids, eat some hot pot and take a breath."
After saying this, Song Weichen remembered that Mo Tingfeng had deliberately stopped her from mentioning the fact that his magic power was almost gone - at this time she was still thinking about going to Huangjia Village, completely disregarding Bingtuozi's life or death, is she still a human being?
"Well, don't take it seriously, I'm just saying this. Mr. Mo, you must go and practice now. I'll protect you."
"It doesn't matter."
Mo Tingfeng stood up and gently extended his hand to Song Weichen.
"You don't have to meditate to cultivate. In fact, I was cultivating when you were 'debating with scholars' in Xi Man Lou. I didn't stop for a moment last night, and even now. Although the effect is slightly inferior to meditation, it doesn't affect my daily affairs."
"No, no, I'm tired. I have to practice after a good sleep. Little Biezhi was beaten to pieces in Cangyue Mansion and is still waiting for me to put on the resurrection armor for him."
Song Weichen was about to jump onto the bed when Mo Tingfeng grabbed his wrist and brought him into his arms.
"You little liar who says one thing but means another. Don't I know you?"
"Do you really want to go to Yang Guoguo to eat hotpot? You are worried about the safety of those people in Huangjia Village because of the internal traitor, right?"
This sentence touched upon Song Weichen's true thoughts.
Mo Tingfeng had told her that the strange rune on the ankle of the blood puppet Du Juan was the same as the rune on the necromancer, and that rune had also appeared in Grandma Huang's fourth-level illusion. If the mastermind behind all this was really related to the traitor in Si Chen Mansion, then given the impending storm, then Huangjia Village...
Song Weichen restrained her playful look. Yes, she was afraid that Huangjia Village, which had finally survived the disaster, would encounter a new round of danger!
"The forest to the north of Huangjia Village is full of life. It's a good place to practice meditation and it can speed up the recovery of my mana. How about you accompany me there, little liar?"
Mo Tingfeng's voice was so gentle that it seemed to drip with water.
"I won't lie to you. Going there will really help me in my cultivation. Didn't you say you would protect me? Dharma Protector Song, thank you very much."
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The last time I came to Huangjia Village was in late winter and early spring. The lake water was chilly and the buds of the acacia were about to bloom. But now it was spring. Before I even reached Grandma Huang's house, the unique medicinal fragrance of the acacia floated over along the village path. Song Weichen sniffed with a hint of doubt in his eyes. Something was wrong.
The villagers go out early and come back late, and usually have two meals a day. Now is breakfast time. Although it doesn’t smell like hot pot, Song Weichen has already "taught" Yang Guoguo all the production methods of his two star products, hot and sour noodles and hot dry noodles.
Song Weichen still remembers Yang Guoguo's expression when he received her business plan, because Song Weichen wrote an obscure strategic approach in the plan - to cut the core category of "Yang Guoguo Hot Pot Restaurant" into the blue ocean market of breakfast, realize scenario-based customer acquisition, and use high-frequency and urgently needed explosive products to drive traffic conversion in the hot pot main business, and ultimately achieve deep penetration into the sinking market and increase the revenue and profits of the hot pot restaurant.
Reading the Book of Heaven is just like this.
"Why can't I smell any breakfast flavor at all? Could it be that people in the nearby villages and towns still prefer pickles with their porridge? Is my product idea as the female Buffett of the sleeping world not working?"
"Considering their acceptance of hot pot and BBQ, this shouldn't be the case..."
Song Weichen was full of doubts. Thinking that the traitor might have come here to cause trouble, his face was tense. Without saying a word, he pulled Mo Tingfeng's wrist and walked quickly, almost running.
When they turned the corner, they saw the acacia tree in full bloom, extending its arms to embrace them across the wall of Grandma Huang's house.
The gate was locked and the yard was very quiet. It looked like the walls and roof had been renovated not long ago. The sign of the hot pot restaurant was gone, replaced by a plaque of moderate size - Banxianju.
"What is Banxianju? What does it have to do with Liubiju? Did Lao Ganma agree?"
The little girl stamped her feet and gnashed her teeth in anger. She hadn't been back to visit for just a few days, so how come Grandma Huang's house was robbed?
With red eyes, he looked around and happened to see a boy walking along the wall towards the woods in the north of the village. Song Weichen rushed over and grabbed him. "Brother Xiao, I want to ask you, where is this original hot pot restaurant? Where did Guoguo go?"
The young boy was startled when someone suddenly grabbed him. He was about to push her away angrily, but when he turned around, he saw that it was a pretty girl, followed by a handsome older brother who looked like he was not someone to be trifled with. His arrogance immediately waned.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for my sister Grasshopper?"
"I'm her best friend! Bestie! Investor! She's your sister, right? That's easy, I'm also your sister if you round it up, take me to find her!"
The boy raised his eyebrows. Why did this sister who was always talking nonsense ask to see his Grasshopper Boss?
"What is the head sponsor of Guimi Baisi? It's hard to explain. If you want to see our Grasshopper Boss, there's no way!"
Song Weichen was speechless. He was too careless. He was used to talking to Mo Tingfeng and Zhuang Yuheng without any scruples. Now he went too far and dug a language trap for himself.
“'龟蜜百思提头资人'就是好朋友的意思，就是知道你的黑历史但绝不会外传，抢你巧克力但也会给你留最后一口，骂你恋爱脑的同时会帮你揍渣男的那种人，我跟你的蝈蝈老大就是这种关系！”
Very good, the boy was even more confused after listening to it, what is black history? What is chocolate? What is love-brain and scumbag? Song Weichen, you explained it very well, don't explain it again...
"Little brother."
For some reason, Mo Tingfeng felt a little pain in his cheek from being bitten by himself. He took a step forward and took out his "Chen" token.
"I am from Si Chen Mansion. Yang Guoguo and I are old friends. If you know where she is, please lead the way."
In the Mei Realm, the token of the Si Chen Mansion is really more useful than the passport with the highest gold content today. Everyone knows it and recognizes it, and it is more useful than gold.
But in most cases, Mo Tingfeng is the master of Sichen, and his face and black robe are the best passwords to pass through, so there is no need to use a token. But in this urban village, an ordinary Sichen Mansion token is obviously more useful than him.
Sure enough, the boy's attitude changed drastically after seeing the token of Si Chen Mansion. He nodded hurriedly, bowed and led the two to find Yang Guoguo. Not to mention the proud look in his eyes that glowed with titanium alloy all the way, as if he had also become a member of Si Chen Mansion.
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The kid brought the two of them to a meadow near the forest in the north of the village. They had not known when a large house had been built on the meadow. It was surrounded by a circular fence made of fine bamboo strips and wild flowers. Many pheasants and rabbits were raised inside. There was a familiar plaque at the gate of the courtyard, which read "Yang Guoguo Hotpot Restaurant".
"Sister Grasshopper, there's some turtle honey for you!"
When he was still about five or six feet away, the little boy shouted in a long voice, then disappeared into the store in a blink of an eye - there were too many people, and it seemed that not only people from Huangjia Village, but also people from neighboring villages came here to have breakfast.
Song Weichen sniffed. Hmm, the taste of hot and sour noodles, is it like adding hot pot base to make the sauce? It smells really good.
"Weiwei?!!! Ahhh I missed you so much!!!"
Just as she was thinking about it, a red figure ran towards her screaming and threatening. Who else could it be but Yang Guoguo?
Yang Guoguo was more than half a head taller than Song Weichen and had a big frame. She picked up Song Weichen easily and happily spun around in circles - birds of a feather flock together, and her behavior pattern was obviously led astray by Song Weichen.
"Stop turning. I'm carsick..."
Song Weichen put his paws tightly on her shoulders as if he was about to vomit. Yang Guoguo stopped with a smile, but before he could stand still, Mo Tingfeng snatched Song Weichen away with a sullen face and put him on the ground carefully. In the end, he was really afraid that she would faint, so he stood behind her calmly and let her lean on him, showing his full sense of protecting his wife.
"It's been a long time since you last came to see me. Let me take a good look at you!"
Yang Guoguo didn't care about Mo Tingfeng's glare. He grabbed Song Weichen's hand and pulled her to his side. His hand had already touched Song Weichen's arm and face.
"No, you're already this thin, how can there be room for further weight loss?"
"Huang Saner, the distinguished guest has arrived. Private room, two Grade A set meals!"
Yang Guoguo shouted towards the store, and the boy who had brought Song Weichen and Mo Tingfeng here before came out in response.
At this time, he had changed his clothes, which were obviously made of the same material and series as the red Confucian skirt worn by Yang Guoguo, but they were men's clothes. The "Yang Guoguo" embroidered patches on his left arm and back were very eye-catching. It turned out that he was Huang Saner, and he seemed to be a helper in a hot pot restaurant.
Looking at their uniforms, Song Weichen nodded with satisfaction. Yang Guoguo's greatest advantage is that she listens to advice. He only told her once that in order to make a century-old store, she must pay attention to the establishment and management of the brand image, have corporate recognition, and design a brand logo, and she did all of it.
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"Well, not bad, not bad."
Song Weichen looked like an investor inspecting something. He nodded calmly with his hands behind his back, and while looking around, he followed Yang Guoguo into the best private room - it was indeed a private room, with a panoramic view of the woods outside the window, flourishing flowers and grass in spring, and hundreds of birds singing, like a paradise on earth.
"I see there are quite a lot of people here. How's the table turnover rate during breakfast time?"
“Turning point rate?”
Yang Guoguo's body trembled, and she took out a booklet with some trembling. On it was a bunch of messy terms and formulas that Song Weichen had taught her.
“Got it! Table turnover rate = (number of times a table is used - total number of tables) ÷ total number of tables × 100%”
"Including the private rooms, we have a total of 25 tables. During breakfast, we usually receive 100 tables of guests, with a turnover rate of 300%."
"300%. Well, not bad."
Things like hot and sour noodles and hot dry noodles are cheap and plentiful, and villagers don’t have to make their own fire or eat cold overnight rice. The most important thing is that they are oily. Country people have to get up early to do heavy work, so there is really no reason not to love this kind of greasy and filling food.
Song Weichen nodded, not surprised. This data was within her expectations.
“But it can be better.”
"Wanghai Town has well-developed water transportation, and the local area implements rice-wheat double cropping, so the price of wheat is cheap. In addition, sweet potatoes are high-yielding. We can definitely expand our product line and add tofu, egg and mushroom-filled steamed buns and sweet potato cakes. This will increase the turnover rate. I estimate it can reach 500%."
"We can even provide takeaway service within a certain distance, and if the single purchase is above a certain amount of silver, the delivery fee can be waived. Or if you deposit 800 silver coins at a time, you can become a member of our store and the delivery fee can also be waived. Anyway, as long as there is no war, there are plenty of young men like Huang Saner in the village, and the labor cost is low, so it's cost-effective."
Song Weichen spoke calmly, but it sounded like thunder in Yang Guoguo's ears. They were about the same age, and she didn't understand where these unheard-of ideas and words came from in the mind of this weak little girl in front of her.
The two were chatting animatedly when Huang Saner came in carrying a large tray with two bowls of steaming hot and sour noodles. One bowl had a red soup base with the flavor of pepper and sesame hotpot base, while the other bowl had a whiter soup base, as if it was made with chicken soup. The topping consisted of roasted crispy soybeans and peanuts mixed with mushrooms and chopped tofu, which was both delicious and appetizing.
There is also a fried egg on a small plate next to each bowl, which is also the work of Song Weichen. It is euphemistically called "Sunny-Egg". There is also a plate of refreshing side dishes and a small plate of air-dried shredded rabbit meat. It is euphemistically called a "set meal" and is divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D according to the different ingredients included.
"Come and try our homemade craftsmanship."
Yang Guoguo arranged the dishes with great skill. The bowl with thick oil and red sauce was naturally for Mo Tingfeng, while the bowl with clear soup was placed in front of Song Weichen.
"You have a weak stomach and shouldn't eat anything too stimulating. This bowl is specially made for you."
Song Weichen ate half a bowl of rice with a smile. She had lost her sense of taste a long time ago, so it didn't matter what she ate. But her sense of smell and the touch in her mouth made her sure that this bowl of hot and sour noodles was very competitive.
"good to eat!"
"It's delicious, isn't it? You don't know, thanks to you, I've become successful now! People from all over the country come here specially to eat this bowl of ours. At that time, it was still in Grandma Huang's yard, and even people from the town government office were attracted..."
At this point, Yang Guoguo suddenly fell silent, as if he didn't want to talk about the past.
She took out a small cloth bag from her bosom and was about to hand it to Song Weichen, but the latter grabbed her wrist, sent Huang Saner away and closed the door of the private room, then pulled Yang Guoguo to sit at the tea table by the window.
"I just wanted to ask you, who occupied Grandma Huang's yard?"