My Age of Investment

Three hundred and eighty-seven, good luck restaurant

A BMW car slowly parked in front of a boxy two-story building in Palo Alto.

Zhang Chenguang opened the car door, Xia Jingxing got out of the car with a bow, and looked at the signboard at the entrance of the building.

“Lucky Restaurant!”

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

This is the Chinese restaurant opened by Qiu Zhiyi. It was the first time Xia Jingxing came here, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

There are many diners coming in and out, and the glass door is like a spinning top, turning back and forth.

After the previous person pushed the door and entered, he let go of his hand, and the glass door bounced back.

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

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

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

But some details still need to be improved.

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

Diners of different colors are feasting, with chopsticks and spoons.

A fat Caucasian man about the size of Andrew was holding a plate, using a spoon to keep scooping a plate of Kung Pao Chicken into a bowl of rice, mixing it with relish, with an expression about to ascend to heaven, sucking Two mouthfuls of opium are probably nothing more than that.

There are also many Asian diners, but most of them use chopsticks to hold food.

It was lunch time at this time, Xia Jingxing took a look around and saw that the twenty or so tables on the first floor were full, and there were almost no vacancies.

I haven't seen the situation upstairs, but looking at the customers going up and down the stairs, I know that there should be no less people.

"excuse me!"

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

Xia Jingxing realized that he was standing in the aisle, blocking his way, so he quickly moved to the side to make way.

The guy with the big suitcase pushed open the glass door,

Ride a bicycle parked on the side of the road and go to the distance.

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

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

The Chinese girl at the front desk was helping to pack the takeaway, and at the same time handed the delivery boy a note.

Xia Jingxing leaned over to take a look, and saw the address, phone number and other information written on the note.

"Sir, what do you need?"

The girl at the front desk noticed two Asian men leaning forward and asked out of habit.

Just as Xia Jingxing was about to speak, suddenly there was a rush of phone ringing nearby.

Another girl at the front desk, sitting in front of the computer and guarding the landline, answered the phone.

"Okay, one serving of fish-flavored shredded pork and one serving of General Tso's chicken, where should I send them?"

"Okay, I've made a note of it, and I wish you a pleasant meal."

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

Seeing this scene, Xia Jingxing frowned, 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? Do you want to try it?"

Seeing that Xia Jingxing didn't answer her own question, the girl at the front desk changed her words again, this time using Chinese.

"Thank you! I'm looking for your boss."

Xia Jingxing smiled, and felt that the waiter's attitude was not bad and deserved praise.

"Looking for our boss?"

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

Xia Jingxing wanted to test this little girl, and continued: "We are from a nearby software company. I just saw that your way of taking food orders is still very primitive. You still need to take orders by phone, and you also need to go to the back kitchen to deliver messages. .

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

You can receive the generated order data directly through the computer background.

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

The operation is fully automated, and there is no need to manually go to the back kitchen to order.

Moreover, your delivery staff can also..."

Xia Jingxing almost slipped the tongue, now that smart phones have not yet been born, it is impossible for the delivery man to carry a computer on his back and configure the software account for the delivery man, which is not feasible for the time being.

He thought for a while, and continued: "The delivery staff don't need you to write a note, they can print it directly from the order data in the background, which is faster and less error-prone."

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

She felt a little troubled, wondering if she should bother the boss.

She felt that the salesman in front of her, who was about the same age as herself, had some truths in what she said. Making a software would definitely improve the work efficiency of the restaurant.

But this is not within the scope of her duties?

When she was struggling, the girl who answered the phone notified the back chef to come back.

"Wait a minute!"

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

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

"Jing Xing, why are you here?"

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

He wanted to pat Xia Jingxing on the shoulder, but he remembered the oil stains on his hands.

Waving his hand in the air, he took it back.

Xia Jingxing was very considerate, grabbed Qiu Zhiyi's hand that was about to withdraw, and shook it vigorously.

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

Having said that, Qiu Zhiyi was very happy in his heart.

Although Xia Jingxing has become a super rich man who is well-known in both China and the United States, he has never put on airs to his poor friend and treats him as an equal.

It doesn't sound like much.

Judging from Qiu Zhiyi's nearly forty years of social experience, there are too few people who can do this.

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

"Yeah, how about it? Ten thousand dollars, help you build a set of software."

Xia Jingxing joked along.

Dong Aizhi stared blankly, knowing that he had been swindled, it turned out that he and his boss were friends, so why did he ask him to notify the boss?

Isn't this purely teasing yourself?

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

Admit it!

"The ads on Facebook are really amazing. Look at my restaurant, whether it's dine-in or takeaway, it's too busy at all. I have expanded my staff several times, but it's still too busy.

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

Qiu Zhiyi sincerely thanked Xia Jingxing, without the support of his brother, his Chinese restaurant business would not have been so easy.

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

As long as the other party has this heart, he is not a person who promises to return favors. He said with a smile: "It's all a matter of little effort, don't talk about it all day, it makes me feel very embarrassed."

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

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

"Come on, let's talk in my office!"

Qiu Zhiyi also realized that this is not a suitable place to talk, so he waved his hand and led Xia Jingxing and Zhang Chenguang upstairs.

The upstairs and downstairs are decorated similarly, with twenty or thirty desks and a small office.

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

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

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

Dong Aizhi frowned, "Isn't it? Such a big boss, how could he come to our shop."

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

The little girl who answered the phone said while still nodding, thinking it made sense.

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