Chapter 427 The King of New York Is Still a Genius

Grenville Harper felt uneasy in the carriage, as if he were a prisoner about to be executed, waiting for his fate to be judged.

The more I think about "King of New York" Chen Yigeng's recent performances, he feels as if he has fallen into an ice cave.

Would he suddenly shoot himself?

Would he use that advanced horse poker to hold against his head and force himself to overdraw his connections? Or simply let yourself turn the lining of your fanny pack to the sky, grab and squeeze out every last penny from yourself?

This is a necessary concern, after all, this is a crazy era.

Maybe ordinary criminals don't have the strength to force a diplomat like him with a wide network of contacts.

But the problem is that Chen Yigeng is a madman.

In anxiety, the carriage followed the tall horse in front to Carnell Street.

Carnell Street and Wall Street are both the main streets in Lower Manhattan. They are about 1.6 kilometers apart, which is not too far apart.

Zhao Chuanxin in front raised his hand. The driver stopped the car and turned around to knock on the window.

Grenville Harper straightened his back, grasped the collar of his suit, and grasped the folds.

This is usually impossible because he pays great attention to his appearance and dress.

Three muscles bulged on the back of his pale hand.

He got off the carriage somewhat reluctantly.

There is a unique carriage on the street in front.

The carriage only had a window on one side. The window was opened with a sun visor on it, and a dining table made of maple wood was supported below.

In addition, a sign made of walnut wood was hung vertically, which read - Xinghui Fast Food.

Below are a few rows of small words: lobster sandwich, chicken sandwich, salad sandwich...

There were many people lined up outside, including workers with mustaches and overalls, white-collar workers with suit jackets on their arms, Chinese people wearing Chinese coats and long braids...

Zhao Chuanxin handed the reins to the coachman: "Look at the horse for me."

The driver didn't know Zhao Chuanxin's identity, so he rolled his eyes: Why?

This is how Westerners are. Even if they work for a boss and the boss is working, as long as it is not their own responsibility, they will not help beat or shave the beard of the boss.

What about an outsider?

Zhao Chuanxin stared and handed the reins to the coachman: "You bitch, if my horse runs away, I will break your legs today."

The driver was not angry, but looking at Zhao Chuanxin's figure, he didn't dare to curse.

Grenville Harper was startled: "Look at the horse and do this seriously. This is very important."

The driver was confused: Why is it important?

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket and grabbed Grenville Harper's arm with the other hand: "Let's go get in line."

Grenville Harper was curious about the dining car, but with his wealth, he would definitely have to eat in a decent place like a restaurant, so he frowned.

But I dare not refute.

But in my heart, I was habitually disdainful.

Zhao Chuanxin took him to the end of the queue.

He touched his pocket, took out the cigarette case, and found that he only had the last cigarette.

"Did you bring cigarettes?"

"Bring it."

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw that it was a Camel brand. He lit one and put the rest in his pocket.

Grenville Harper: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "Do you have any cigars?"

"One more."

He thought for a while and took it out.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away and muttered in a casual manner: "When I fired the gun, I was only smoking a cigar, and I happened to have no cigar on me."

"..." Grenville Harper's expression changed drastically.

You haven’t killed anyone in a few days, right?

Zhao Chuanxin asked him again: "What do you think of this food truck business?"

Grenville Harper thought about it seriously: "It's novel, convenient, and fast, but queuing here is unworthy of a gentleman..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Just tell me, will this food truck make money?"

Grenville Harper looked at the number of people in line: "Yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

Soon there were two people in line.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the owner of the dining car. He was an honest and friendly Chinese man with eyebrows and was quite festive.

He dug around in his pocket, took out a seven-cent coin and handed it over: "Have a lobster sandwich."

Grenville Harper opened his mouth slightly: Come all the way here to buy one?

He coughed, took out the banknotes and handed them over: "No, just three more."

"Why do you have the nerve to ask you to spend money?" Zhao Chuanxin frowned, coughed and said, "Since all the flowers have been spent, let's get six more. Three is not enough."

"..."

The Chinese boss heard it funny, but he tried his best to endure it.

He spoke in Chinese: "Sir, this New York is really the land of phoenixes. As long as there are no white people suppressing us, none of us Chinese can be prosperous."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "Are you a relative of Li Xiling?"

The man raised his eyebrows.

In this three-thirds of an acre of land, there are only a handful of people who dare to call Li Xiling by his first name.

"Yes, sir, may I ask your name?"

"Let's call me Chen Yigeng."

"Chen...Chen Yigeng?" The man's hands trembled and he almost dropped his knife and shovel. "Oh, Mr. Chen is here, how can you collect the money? Xiao Wuzi, please return the money quickly."

Grenville Harper didn't understand why. When he saw that the other party actually took out the money from the money box, he was about to return it.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand to stop it, and winked at them: "No, haven't you seen this white man take advantage of you and spend money? Will he be happy if you return it to him in an incomprehensible manner?"

The man laughed: "That's right."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "How is the business?"

"Thanks to Mr. Chen, the food truck business is doing very well. I won't be able to build a big house in New York until this time next year! Mr. Chen really invented a good business. How is Mr. Chen's brain so good?" What about?"

At this time, the helper named Xiao Wu was playing with a steam coffee machine. The coffee machine made a sharp whistle and sprayed out water vapor.

It was not that hot in New York at this time, and water vapor immediately condensed on the glass.

In a foreign country, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt like he was eating at a breakfast stall in China.

He said in English: "I think there is no need to change the remaining money. Give us two cups of coffee with sugar and milk."

"Okay! Fill it up for Mr. Chen, high up, with the coffee spiked!"

The boss is also a wonderful person.

After getting sandwiches and coffee, Zhao Chuanxin and Grenville Harper left with the boss's warm greetings and sat down on a nearby bench.

Zhao Chuanxin said while eating: "Well, it tastes really good. It's rare in the sky and hard to find on the ground."

Grenville Harper took a taste. Although the taste was not bad, what Zhao Chuanxin said was too exaggerated.

He asked: "Do you know the owner of that food truck?"

"Recognize it. Did you see the sign? Xinghui Fast Food. I own Xinghui Catering Company."

"..." Grenville Harper suddenly realized.

But is it really okay for you to sell melons like this?

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of the hot coffee, and the mellow liquid swirled on the tip of his tongue. After the heat subsided slightly, he sipped it.

"What do you think the future of this kind of catering is?"

Grenville Harper stopped chewing: "You just want me to find someone to invest in this?"

"Yes, if there is a good project, the first thing I think of is my best friend, which is you."

Grenville Harper is somewhat immune to Zhao Chuanxin's words.

He lowered his head and muttered: "The economy is currently in recession, and this sandwich only costs 7 cents. If the profit is considerable, it is indeed very profitable."

Zhao Chuanxin is not afraid of leaking business secrets: "Earn half and half."

Grenville Harper raised his eyebrows: "How many food trucks do you have?"

He thought it was directly managed by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin explained to him the form of joining.

Then he said: "If you have the kind of customers with a lot of talent and money, you can introduce investment. In theory, you can join as many vehicles as you want."

Grenville Harper narrowed his eyes: "But this kind of food truck can be copied."

As long as others learn from it, you won’t be able to recruit anyone, right?

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Do you know the food truck gang? I can tell you responsibly that within a year, if any food truck that does not belong to the Xinghui Catering Company appears on the streets of New York City, if it can work until the next day, , consider me the loser, I guarantee it with the character of 'King of New York, Chen Yigeng'!"

I didn’t learn anything else from playing against Rockefeller, but he was serious about monopolizing Zhao Chuanxin.

Grenville Harper gasped.

Like Rockefeller, a big tree attracts the wind.

But Zhao Chuanxian's Xinghui Catering Company seems to be just making a small fuss.

The two seem incomparable. People who run food trucks are generally not even from middle-class families, so no one should sue Xinghui Catering Company.

But he did some calculations. For each food truck, Zhao Chuanxin earned a share of the food truck money, a share of franchise technology money, and a daily supply of semi-finished raw materials. Once the food trucks spread all over New York, the daily income will add up to very scary.

Especially in the current economic downturn in the United States, a large number of people are in the industry. In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, they only have what they need to eat, and the food in the dining trucks is high quality and cheap...

The reputation of "King of New York" ensures that no one dares to make mistakes.

This was the first time Grenville Harper heard about this kind of business practice. He was shocked and said: "What a plan!"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You must have misunderstood me and thought I was threatening you. But in fact, I am really kind-hearted and provide reliable investment projects for my friends."

Grenville Harper asked: "Who came up with this franchise model? What a genius!"

Nowadays, those who open chain stores are generally direct sales from top to bottom.

"I!"

Grenville Harper was mad with jealousy.

Why does this common man have such a mind?

How unfair is God to open one window for him and then another?

Seeing his look, Zhao Chuanxin knew that the matter was half done.

He had to strike while the iron was hot: "I said, we are friends. You must think that helping me find customers is a waste of time, but it is not. Our company has a word called 'salesman'. You recruit franchisees for Xinghui Catering Company , there is a commission. The commission for joining a food truck is at least 10 yuan. If you have the ability to recruit more than 10 franchisees, then congratulations, you have a side business, you will become a regional manager, and there will be a commission for the regional supply of ingredients, which can be used You make a lot of money.”

Grenville Harper was silenced again.

This money is earned as easily as a strong wind.

He even dared to recruit ten franchisees in one day. One hundred yuan a day, three thousand yuan a month. Plus the regional manager’s commission, it’s a bit scary!

As for the business model Zhao Chuanxin mentioned, it is foreseeable that those salesmen will go crazy recruiting franchisees to earn commissions. The same is true for regional managers, who will train salespeople like crazy.

Xinghui Catering Company will spread unstoppably throughout New York, even the surrounding towns, and even the entire country like the flu.

Zhao Chuanxin saw his face flushed and could understand his mood.

After all, he has seen how various franchise brands quickly became popular all over the country and occupied the national market in those years.

The key is that Grenville Harper is a good communicator and he has many connections.

He snorted and raised his head: "Are you really going to give me a regional manager?"

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