My Age of Investment

  Chapter 388 Lucky Restaurant (seeking monthly ticket)

  A BMW car slowly stopped in front of a square two-story building in Palo Alto.

  Zhang Chenguang opened the car door, Xia Jingxing bowed and got out of the car, and looked at the sign at the entrance of the building.

   "Good luck restaurant!"

The    signboard is marked in both Chinese and English and hung on the wall above the glass door, which is very conspicuous.

  This is the Chinese restaurant that Qiu Zhiyi opened. Xia Jingxing was here for the first time and couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

   There are many diners coming in and out, and the glass door turns around like a spinning top.

  After the previous person pushed the door in, he released his hand and the glass door bounced back.

  Zhang Chenguang held the glass door that bounced back and pushed it open. After Xia Jingxing walked in, he followed closely behind.

  As soon as he entered the restaurant, Xia Jingxing looked at the environment carefully.

  The tables and chairs are arranged neatly, and you can see the shadow of fast food restaurants such as KFC and McDonald's.

  But some details need to be improved.

  Different from American fast food restaurants, there is also the food on the table.

  Diners with different skin tones are eating, using chopsticks and spoons.

A fat white man who was about the same size as Andrew was holding a plate, and using a spoon, he kept spooning a plate of fried chicken into a bowl of rice. He ate it with relish, with an expression of ascending to heaven, and sucked. Two mouthfuls of opium are probably no more than that.

  There are also many Asian diners, but they basically use chopsticks to pick up dishes.

  At this time, it was lunch time. Xia Jingxing probably took a look. The more than 20 tables on the first floor were full and there were almost no seats.

  I didn’t see the situation upstairs, but looking at the customers up and down the stairs, I knew that there should be no shortage of people.

"excuse me!"

  A young Chinese guy wearing a helmet and carrying a big box hurriedly walked towards Xia Jing.

   Xia Jingxing realized that he was standing in the aisle, blocking the way of others, and quickly moved aside to make way.

  The guy carrying the big box pushed open the glass door, got on the bicycle parked on the side of the road, and went far away.

  At this moment, a young Chinese man carrying a large suitcase of the same style walked in and came to the front desk.

   "Hurry up, Stanford University has ten more orders."

  The Chinese girl at the front desk helped pack the takeout while handing a note to the takeout brother.

  Xia Jingxing leaned over and took a look. The note was written with address, telephone and other information.

   "Sir, what do you need?"

  The little girl at the front desk noticed two Asian men leaning up and asked habitually.

  Just as Xia Jingxing was about to speak, there was a sudden ringing of the phone next to her.

  The other girl at the front desk, who was guarding the landline, sat in front of the computer and answered the phone.

  "Okay, where should I deliver a piece of fish-flavored pork shreds and a piece of Zuo Zongtang's chicken?"

   "Okay, I wrote it down, I wish you a pleasant meal."

  The little girl in front of the landline hung up, got up and ran back to the kitchen.

  Xia Jingxing frowned when he saw this scene. It was too primitive and too inefficient.

  "Sir, the Chinese food in our Lucky Restaurant is well-known nearby. Is this your first time here? Would you like to try it?"

  Seeing that Xia Jingxing didn't answer her own words, the little girl at the front desk changed her rhetoric again, this time she still used Chinese.

   "Thank you! I am looking for your boss."

  Xia Jingxing smiled, thinking that the attitude of the waiter was pretty good and worthy of praise.

   "Look for our boss?"

  The front desk girl who was talking to Xia Jingxing was a little uncomfortable.

Xia Jingxing deliberately tested this little girl, and continued: "We are from a nearby software company. I just saw that your way of taking takeaway orders is still very primitive. You still need to call the order, and you also need to go to the back kitchen to deliver the message. .

  We can customize a set of software for your restaurant, customers can directly select dishes on your website, and then complete the order.

  The generated order data, you can directly receive it through the computer background.

  A printer is installed in the back kitchen, and the order data can be automatically printed out.

  Fully automated operations, no need to manually go to the back kitchen to call for orders.

  Moreover, your delivery staff can also..."

  Xia Jingxing almost said that he missed his mouth. Now that the smart phone has not been born, it is impossible for the delivery staff to carry a computer on their backs and configure the software account for the delivery staff. It is not feasible for the time being.

  He thought for a while, and continued: “The takeaways don’t need you to write a note anymore. You can print it out directly from the order data in the background, which is faster and less error-prone.”

  Dong Aizhi is a Chinese student at the University of San Francisco, who has applied for a summer job at the Lucky Restaurant.

  She feels a little bit troubled, not knowing whether to disturb the boss.

  She felt that the salesman in front of her who was about the same age as her made some sense, and that a software could definitely improve the efficiency of the restaurant.

   But this is not within her responsibility?

  Just as she was struggling, the little girl who answered the phone informed the chef and returned.

   "Wait a minute!"

  Dong Aizhi quickly made a decision, exhorted his partner a few words, turned around and ran to the back kitchen.

  After a while, Dong Aizhi walked out, followed by Qiu Zhiyi in a white chef's coat.

   "Jingxing, why are you here?"

  Qiu Zhiyi was surprised to see Xia Jingxing appearing in his store, and walked up quickly.

  I want to pat Xia Jingxing's shoulder, but I think of the oily stains on my hands.

   waved his hand in the air, and took it back.

  Xia Jingxing was very considerate, grabbing Qiu Zhiyi's hand that he wanted to retract, and shook it vigorously.

   "Oh, I didn't wash my hands, it's a bit dirty!"

  That being said, Qiu Zhiyi is still very happy.

   Although Xia Jingxing has become a well-known super-rich in China and the United States, he has never put on any airs for his poor friend and meets equally.

   sounds like nothing great.

According to Qiu Zhiyi's nearly 40 years of social experience, there are too few people who can do this.

  "Are you the one who sells software?" Qiu Zhiyi asked with a smile.

   "Yes, how is it? Ten thousand dollars, to help you make a set of software."

  Xia Jingxing started joking along.

  Dong Aizhi stayed on the sidelines, knowing that he had been shaved. It turned out that he and his boss were friends, so what did he tell the boss to do?

   Isn’t this just pure heart teasing oneself?

  She complained a little bit about Xia Jingxing, but the other party and the boss were friends, and they seemed to have a very good relationship, which made her a little uncomfortable.

  Acknowledge it!

  " Facebook ads are really amazing. Look at my shop, whether it’s dine-in or take-out, it’s simply too busy. I have expanded its staff several times, and it’s still too busy.

  Brother, I don’t know how to thank you. "

  Qiu Zhiyi is sincerely grateful to Xia Jingxing. Without the support of this brother, his Chinese restaurant business would not be so easy.

  Xia Jingxing understood the gratitude from the other's face, eyes, and some subtle movements.

  It’s enough for the other person to have this heart. He is not a person who wants to repay the favor. He smiled and said: "It's all a matter of effort. Don't talk about it all day. It makes me embarrassed."

  Seeing the boss chatting with this young man, it seems that the boss still owes someone a great favor.

  Not only Dong Aizhi, but the little girl who answered the phone next door also watched the gossip news.

   "Let's go, go talk to my office!"

  Qiu Zhiyi also realized that this is not a suitable place for conversation, and with a big wave of his hand, he brought Xia Jingxing and Zhang Chenguang upstairs.

  Upstairs and downstairs the decoration is similar, there are also 20 to 30 tables, and a small office is separated.

  Qiu Zhiyi took the two into this small room where employees usually have meetings and rest by themselves, and made a cup of tea for each of them.

   "Aizhi, was that person Xia Jingxing, the founder of Facebook? I heard the boss was talking about Facebook again and shouting Jingxing."

  Downstairs, the little girl who answered the phone asked her companion somewhat uncertainly.

  Dong Aizhi frowned, "Isn't it? How could such a big boss come to our store."

   "That's right! It's probably the same name!"

  The little girl answered the phone and said, while nodding her head, thinking it made sense.

  (End of this chapter)