Everyone who watched the fun left early, and the diners who had fallen into the drunken fairy building also left one after another.

Fan Meng stared at the golden eyes piled up like a hill in front of her.

In just a few hours of work in the afternoon, I only received 30,000 taels of gold for just playing a scene with the Eighth Prince.

You must know that Zuixianlou is now the restaurant with the best business in Chang'an City, and its daily turnover is at most five hundred taels of gold.

This amount of money is enough to cover Zuixianlou's two-month turnover, let alone the profit after deducting costs.

Fan Meng carefully counted the gold in front of her, and matched the names on the leased book with the gold one by one.

At this time, Li Chengfeng, who disappeared during the crowd's uproar, slowly walked out from a corner of the living room.

"Let me just say, according to my method, I can definitely earn more than 10,000 taels a day, and they have to rush to send money!"

Li Chengfeng shook his folding fan lightly and narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a person who has experienced the small yellow cars of later generations and various ofo sharing economies, he has a clear understanding of various business models.

First of all, he used his reputation as the eighth prince to attract the attention of those people, and by the way, he would show off the power of the hanging neck fan.

Then use a limited-edition strategy to add a believable story to tug at the heartstrings of the onlookers and arouse their interest.

Coupled with a little guidance and packaging of an emerging concept, people will snap up it without having to shout it out.

There are no consumers who have experienced various consumption traps in later generations. No one can stand up to this set.

Li Chengfeng took out the prepared mango ice from behind and handed it to Fan Meng, and he stopped Fan Meng who was counting gold.

"No need to count, they dare not lose my money, the money will only be more or less!"

With one word to wake up the dreamer, Fan Meng, who had already counted sorely, shook her head and stopped tidying up, and took the bowl of cold mango ice.

"Hmm... Eighth Prince, this snack is delicious, much better than ice cream."

"This goat's milk doesn't have a trace of peculiar smell, and it's soft and long-lasting. It's really delicious." Fan Meng praised repeatedly.

Then she slapped her forehead, as if remembering something important.

"Since the beginning of summer, fewer and fewer people are willing to go out, and the income of Zuixianlou has also decreased."

"If the Eighth Prince can sell such delicious food in batches, I'm afraid the business of Zuixianlou will go up to a higher level!" Fan Meng exclaimed.

But then she was downcast like a frost-beaten eggplant, and felt that the mango ice in her hand was no longer fragrant.

"Forget it, there is a lot of ice in this snack."

"If it's too expensive, we can't sell it at all. If it's cheap, we'll lose money, not to mention how can we get so much ice!"

"It's a pity, such a delicious food." Fan Meng muttered.

Li Chengfeng looked at Fan Meng who was worried about business with a smile on his face, what Fan Meng said just reminded himself.

Relying on the sharing of fans, he was able to reap money from the families of high-ranking officials and rich merchants in Chang'an City, but it could not last long after all.

When one day everyone has rented, everyone's freshness will pass.

If you can sell drinks such as mango ice, although the turnover may not be high, it will be better than a long stream of water.

Thinking of this, Li Chengfeng patted Fan Meng on the shoulder to signal her to rest assured.

"This idea is very good, don't worry. I have a way to solve those difficulties!" He said in a concentrated voice.

The biggest problem is nothing more than ice making. As a traveler, no one knows how to make ice with saltpeter.

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That night Li Chengfeng stayed overnight in Zuixianlou.

Early the next morning, he woke up the dazed Fan Meng early and went straight to the backyard of the restaurant.

"My lord, why did you wake up my servant so early in the morning?" Fan Meng rubbed the corners of her eyes and yawned continuously.

"Didn't you worry yesterday that the restaurant's business was not good and the iced dim sum couldn't be sold? I figured out a way." Li Chengfeng replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Fan Meng, who was originally drowsy, immediately recovered.

"Master, have you thought about how to solve the problem of the cost of ice cubes?" Fan Meng said excitedly.

Li Chengfeng nodded, and led Fan Meng to the two vats.

One of the buckets was filled with fruits and vegetables that are always available in various restaurants, and the other was filled with well water that had just been shipped this morning.

What surprised Fan Meng was that there was a water tank full of water in the bucket.

"Looking good!"

Li Chengfeng took out a bundled small cloth bag from his arms and threw it into the bucket.

Fan Meng's beautiful eyes were fixed on the well water in the bucket.

Although she doesn't understand how Li Chengfeng can make ice, she firmly believes that Li Chengfeng can do it if he says he can do it!

Seeing the cloth bag fall into the bucket, the water near the bucket gradually boiled after a while, and the water in the tank began to form ice cubes at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"It's ice, so amazing! This way we don't have to worry about the high cost of ice!" Fan Meng exclaimed repeatedly.

Li Chengfeng nodded but still kept moving his hands. He took out some ice cubes from the water tank, crushed them and put them into the prepared bowl.

Then he took out another pear from the fruit bucket on the side, squeezed out the pear juice and squeezed it into the ice cubes in the bowl.

Such a simple shaved ice is ready.

"There are still some ice cubes here, let the chef in the restaurant make more than 20 servings."

"Set up a small stall at the entrance of the restaurant, remember not to charge money, and give away free tastings for a limited number of people! Seven days in a row!" Li Chengfeng confessed.

His words made Fan Meng even more puzzled, why should the iced food that was finally made be given away for free?

"Trust me, after seven days when you don't offer free tastings, that's when we really make money."

Li Chengfeng also saw Fan Meng's confusion, and added.

With the matter of sharing fans before, Li Chengfeng's status in Fan Meng's heart is already very high.

Although I don't understand it now, the restaurant is Li Chengfeng's own property, and Fan Meng is not worried that he will smash the signboard himself.

So from this day on, more than a dozen servings of shaved ice will be released at the gate of Zuixianlou every day, and there will be long queues of passers-by every day.

This is an iced drink, not everyone has the money to make it, and not everyone can eat it at any time.

Now Zuixianlou actually has free ice to eat, the free price is not for nothing!

Also because of this move, many diners who were reluctant to go out in the hot summer came to Zuixianlou for a drink, and more and more diners came.

But on the eighth day, when everyone was waiting for the free shaved ice at the door, Fan Meng announced that he would no longer provide freea bowl of taels of silver.

As soon as the words came out, a group of people in the queue left immediately, but there were still quite a few people who were willing to pay for shaved ice.

After all, a small bowl of ice in the official house costs at least ten taels of silver, and it is still difficult to buy.

It is already a huge bargain to be able to eat ice for a tael of silver.

What's more, they are already used to the delicious shaved ice, and suddenly they will panic if they don't eat it.

Since then, there has been an endless stream of people who come to buy ice and eat every day.

In order to eat this delicious and cheap shaved ice, many people deliberately book their meals at Zuixianlou, and the business of the restaurant naturally increased.

Even if they have no money to go to restaurants, many people will still buy a bowl of cold and delicious shaved ice at the door to cool off their fatigue.

For a while, people in the streets and alleys of Chang'an were discussing Li Chengfeng's shared fan and shaved ice. These two things can be said to be very popular in the city!

Certainly not without other restaurants trying to imitate Zuixianlou in making shaved ice.

But the high price of ice and the price of one tael of silver in Zuixianlou.

The cost is higher than that of Zuixianlou, but the price can only be sold for one or two taels of silver, which soon makes the imitators go out of business quickly.

In the private room in the restaurant, Fan Meng smiled happily while eating the fruit ice cream that Li Chengfeng had just made.

"Great, the business of our restaurant has increased by at least 50% in the past few days!"

"It seems that the son is not only capable of literature and martial arts, but also the best in business!" Fan Meng said leaning on Li Chengfeng's shoulder.

Li Chengfeng smiled without saying a word, the reason behind it is actually very simple.

It is nothing more than controlling costs and cultivating consumers' consumption habits. If this was placed in the previous life, he would only be poored by the supermarket aunt.

Just when the two of you were talking about each other, the door of the private room was kicked open.

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