The morning after their birthday, Han Xingchen and Zhang Qianqian woke up naturally.
After waking up, lie in bed and chat.
"Honey, will you celebrate Christmas?"
"I don't want to."
"Won't you go out for a meal with me?"
"I think the food at home is better."
"That's true. I'm used to eating food made of materials from space, and ordinary dishes have no taste."
After a silence, Han Xingchen asked, "Are there any activities in the restaurant during Christmas?"
"It doesn't make much difference. The restaurant has raised the price for half a month, and the business hasn't deteriorated."
"The operating revenue has not decreased, but the number of customers received every day has decreased."
"I know that if the turnover is not less and the profit is not less, it can be said that the business is better."
Zhang Qianqian paused for a moment and continued, "Husband, if the restaurant opens during the Spring Festival, business will be particularly good. If there is overtime pay, I think most employees are willing to work overtime."
"Don't bother. We don't need that much money. It's closed during the Spring Festival, making old customers hungry for a while. When we reopen, business will be better."
"Listen to you." Zhang Qianqian smiled. "Eight days off this year, too?"
"It depends. As long as the national statutory holidays are off, it's not too much for us to be bosses."
Han Xingchen said and opened the quilt. "I got up and couldn't hold it anymore."
"Go to the bathroom first, and I'll lie down for a while."
After a while, Zhang Qianqian washed and saw her son wake up. She quickly picked him up, carried him into the bathroom and urinated for him.
Han Xingchen opened the computer in his bedroom and read the novel online for a while.
Compared with reading novels on mobile phones, Han Xingchen prefers reading novels on computers with large screens.
"My husband, what novels are you reading?"
"A novel that goes through the Song Dynasty."
"Has it been adapted into a TV play?"
"No. This book has only written more than 400000 words. I think this novel is very suitable for being adapted into a film and television play."
"Is it good?"
"It's very nice. It suits my taste. I want to subscribe to all the books."
"No reward?"
"I'll give you a reward when the number of words is one million." Han Xingchen turned to his wife and said with a smile, "I don't think I have the habit of spending money lavishly."
"In one year, you have bought two luxury cars worth millions, but you are not spending money lavishly?"
"Rewarding your favorite works is not the same as buying a luxury car." Han Xingchen thought for a while and smiled. "If you want to reward this book, you should first reward 100000 yuan to make a leader play."
"100000 dimes, 1000?"
"Yes."
Han Xingchen recharges first, and then rewards.
"Wife, do you think I wasted my money?"
"No, I think you should give more rewards to those works with good writing but poor performance, so as to encourage the authors with low income to persist."
"If there were more people like you, I would have a better life in the past. In the past, I didn't think too little about writing books. There was no way out. I would die."
"Why didn't you die after more than ten years?"
"If I don't get enough space, I may have ended up depressed. You are right. Those great gods with good performance don't need my reward and support. Their subscription income is enough for them to eat and drink. Those authors with average subscription performance and low income need more rewards and encouragement."
"You would like to see works with low subscription?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't see many of the most popular masterpieces. Instead, I like to see some works of eunuchs whose subscriptions are not very high, or even some works of eunuchs before they go on sale."
"You can't do that. How can you write at your own level if you don't look at the works you like? The works you like are not good. If you look at too much, your taste will stay at this stage..."
Zhang Qianqian laughed and didn't go on.
"Before, I would certainly listen to your advice. Now, I don't need to improve my taste. I can see what I like and don't need to pursue the current trend at all."
"You won't enter the space before breakfast today?"
"No more." Han Xingchen felt a little hungry. He turned off the computer and stood up. "Come on, let's go downstairs and have breakfast."
"You go down first, and Yitian is still drinking milk."
"Then I'll go down first. I'm hungry."
More than ten minutes later, Han Xingchen ate breakfast and took his son from his wife who had just come downstairs.
"Husband, are you going to work today?"
"Go!" Han Xingchen smiled and nodded. "In the morning, go to work at Kaisheng Plaza. After lunch, go home and take a nap. In the afternoon, go to work at Xingye Plaza."
Zhang Qianqian sat down, took a bowl, took a mouthful of porridge, put a raw fried dumpling with mutton in it, and asked, "Is the third store named?"
"It's been too long before. It's called Hanzhang Mutton Restaurant."
"What kind of store, Kaisheng Plaza store, Xingye Plaza store, such a special store."
"That office building is called Mingdong Building, which is called Mingdong Branch of Hanzhang Mutton Restaurant."
"Open after the New Year. Do you think the business will be good after the new store opens?"
"It will be good. If the business becomes bad after the promotion period, extend the promotion period and launch some discount activities from time to time."
Zhang Qianqian ate a few mouthfuls of food and then asked, "What are the projects that will cost a lot of money next year?"
"Invest in the construction of goat farms."
"Oh!" Zhang Qianqian nodded with a smile. "As you said before, in addition to sheep and goats, you can also get a piece of land and use fishing nets to raise chickens."
"I have this idea."
"How much are you going to invest?"
"Tens of millions. At the beginning of next year, we can find an address suitable for building a breeding farm."
"How can you feel that you will be more and more busy in the future?"
Han Xingchen smiled and asked, "Don't do this farm anymore?"
"Think again, there are still a few months left."
After Zhang Qianqian had breakfast, she stood up and said, "Don't wash the dishes and chopsticks, everyone stay near the room for a while."
Han Xingchen went upstairs with his son in his arms. Zhang Qianqian and other five people followed him upstairs and entered the space together.
"Hold the baby and I'll water it."
After Han Xingchen handed his son in his arms to his wife, he picked up the big watering can and filled it with the spirit spring water. After a few steps, he began to water the succulent potted plants.
"I haven't seen them today, so these jade dew pots are beautiful." Zhang Qianqian followed Han Xingchen and said with a smile, "My husband, this beautiful jade dew can sell for at least 50000 yuan."
"There are twenty pots here. I'll sell them to you at a price of 20000 yuan each. You can keep the extra money as private money."
"What do I want to do with my private money? I'm not short of money."
"It's good to sell a pot for 20000 yuan."
"If you only take out two or three pots, each pot can sell at least 70000 yuan. If the quantity is more, the price will certainly be lower. But the global market is so large, rare and beautiful meat potted plants can certainly sell at a good price."
"There is no need to always think about selling money. We can enjoy it ourselves."
"Ten times the time flow rate, as long as you are willing, the development of succulent plants in the space will be very fast. In the future, you must sell some for money, otherwise, it is too wasteful."
"OK, listen to you."
"Tomorrow, you can take some meat potted plants out. I will take some photos with my camera and open an online shop on Taobao. The price is higher. If anyone is interested, you can invite him to visit Juzhou."
"Do you want to sell more meat on Taobao for a period of time?"
"I have this idea," Zhang Qianqian said with a smile, "Honey, do you have any objection?"
"There's nothing against it. It's good to open an online shop to make money, pass the time and have fun."