The snow mud that Li Qing sells now is no longer the kind that Liang'er and Xiaoyu stirred in Langzhong cottage. The formula has been improved several times and used sugar. Although the cost has increased, the sweetness has increased, making the taste better. In order to ensure that the snow mud is soft and delicate, Li Qing designed a mixing device to allow the prepared raw materials to gradually cool down and solidify during the stirring, and no longer use ice powder.

The formula and production process of snow mud are absolutely confidential. Apart from Li Qing and Lian Yu, only the old employee Liu Ye is the master of it. Liu Ye is the first friend Li Qing hired. He is 22 years old this year, his parents died early, and there is only a sister in the family. Now the wages given to him are thirty cents a month. Although he is rich, he does not spend them randomly. He saves all his monthly money. He usually lives in Deyuelou Inn. Since the launch of snow mud, Li Qing has appointed him to be responsible for the production of the entire snow mud.

Because of the use of sugar, the cost of snow-silt increases sharply. Coupled with expensive packaging and brand services, the price is extremely high, which is no longer affordable for ordinary people. More importantly, Li Qing positioned him as a luxury product and did not rely on it to make money. Instead, it is a promotional method unique to Wangjiang Restaurant, and it no longer takes the path of popularization like Langzhong.

Li Qing set up the production of snow mud in the basement of Wangjiang Restaurant. Liu Ye traveled between the inn and the restaurant at 2:00 a.m. every day. As time went by, he gradually became annoyed. The more important thing was that he fell in love with a Korean dancer. The dancer's subordinate dancer toured in various places in Jiannan and had no place to live. He returned to Chengdu these days. Liu Ye's heart was gone, and Lao Yu's greed finally made him find an opportunity. He sneaked out of the inn while the night was in the dark for several days.

That night, Liu Ye went to find the dancer again as usual. He finally made up his mind to marry her. He had already negotiated with the owner of the dance troupe to make her own life at a price of 100 coins. He had saved up 80 coins. The remaining 20 coins decided to advance the boss tomorrow. The two of them bid farewell to each other. Liu Ye, who was immersed in love, returned to the inn excitedly.

In early winter, the temperature difference between day and night in Chengdu is not large, and the sunny days are not much. It often fogs occur. Today is no exception. The sky is gloomy and there is no moon. The streets are covered by thick fog, and the visibility is less than ten feet.

Liu Ye hurriedly walked along the wall. The night was very quiet. The whole street seemed to hear only his footsteps rustling, and there were no other pedestrians. But for some reason, he felt that he was not the only one on the street, and that seemed to be someone moving at a rhythm that was in line with him.

This feeling became stronger and stronger. He suddenly stopped and turned around suddenly. There was still a vast gray area in front of him, and there was no trace of his figure.

The further he walked, the colder the fog became, and the more tide he became. Liu Ye's hair became wet and hung on his forehead. He walked this road several times, but tonight he felt that it was extremely far away, and the long street was endless.

After walking for a while, he had already arrived near Sima Bridge. The fog in this area was a little thin and you could see farther. In the mist, Liu Ye vaguely saw Wangjiang Restaurant. There was a faint light coming out above. From the height of the light, it could be judged that it should be the fifth floor of Wangjiang Restaurant. The owner was still working. Liu Ye felt ashamed and quickened his pace.

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the alley on the left. The sound came through the thick fog, so low that it was almost inaudible. Then there was another shout that sounded like "Help! Help!". The sound became lighter and more miserable. The final "Help" turned into a long wail, which stopped abruptly.

Liu Ye stumbled into the shouting place and ran. The alley was dark and foggy. He couldn't see his five fingers at all. He could not tell the direction at all, but he still ran forward based on his instinct.

"Where are you? Where are you?" he shouted loudly, and he had reached the end of the alley and there was no one at all.

Without a response, he stopped and listened, as if he heard a vague sound nearby. Liu Ye suddenly felt scared and turned around and ran back. But not far ahead of him, a group of dim shadows appeared faintly, and dozens of people blocked the way out. Liu Ye was so scared that he took a deep breath, took a big step back, and fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" he shouted wildly, in fear.

"The person waiting for you!" A voice responded, very low and cold, as if it emerged from the ground: "You are Liu Ye, right! We have been waiting for you for a long time..."

Just as Liu Ye finally shouted in despair, the faint light in the air flashed, and Li Qing seemed to hear something. He opened the window and a thick fog rushed towards him quickly. He shivered. The wind was blowing, and it was a biting cold wind, and the weather was about to change.

Thick fog floated past him, and the breath that exhaled condensed into white mist.

"Is it already winter?"

Li Qing hurriedly closed the window, and the unsteady lantern seedlings straightened their waists again. It was late October, and it was almost December in the Gregorian calendar. It was indeed winter and the intoxicating autumn had passed.

‘You must remember the best scenery of the year, the most orange and orange-green time’, autumn is the harvest season. The crops in the fields are harvested, the fruits in the forest are picked, the fat fish in the pond are caught, and the smiles of joy are everywhere. For the merchants, this joy is their harvest. What they harvest is yellow copper coins. After the autumn, Chengdu's catering industry is becoming increasingly popular, and the competition between the two major catering areas represented by Simaqiao and Dongshi is also more intense. The Simaqiao area is the traditional choice for the upper and middle classes of society, but in the Dongshi area it is

The gathering place of merchants was that the two places had no water in the wells and had their own stable sources of customers. However, since the Wangjiang Restaurant launched the snow mud, savoring snow mud has become a symbol of elegance and cultivation, which triggered a profound butterfly effect, which suddenly cleared the originally dark and unclear social boundary between the two places. Sima Bridge is the place where the white snow in the spring is, and the East City has become a residence for Xialiba people. Whether it is really elegant or fake vain, a large number of old customers in the East City turned west and joined the ranks of elegant style, unwilling to be called Xialiba people.

‘The snow mud in Wangjiang Tower is hard to get away with even a prince’

Going to Wangjiang Restaurant for dinner gradually became a symbol of social status.

Li Qing closed the account book and stretched his waist long. He used snow mud as a medium to carefully plan a restaurant brand battle, but the effect was beyond his expectations. From eating snow mud to eating in Wangjiang Restaurant, to improving social status to eating in Wangjiang Restaurant, a qualitative leap has been achieved.

But the most realistic thing is the surge in turnover. The numbers on the account book really made him linger. In just two months, he had made a net profit of 24,000 guan. He worked hard in Langzhong for three months and only earned 2,000 guan. Now, he only needs to drink tea every day and dial the beads of abacus. The money goes into his pocket. This is the capital effect and brand effect. Big capital and big brands win high profits.

Although the business is amazing, Li Qing has always had a little concern, that is, the lack of solid foundations under this brand. In later generations, this foundation will take a hundred years to build and accumulate for several generations.

Now, what he needs most is the backstage, a tough backstage. After the Mid-Autumn Festival birthday party, almost everyone thought that the backstage of Wangjiang Restaurant was the governor. Li Qing sighed slightly. He knew that it was actually just the face Zhang Qiu Jianqiong gave Xian Yu Zhongtong. When the latter was on the envoy to Nanzhao, he would support himself.

Although the Hai family has temporarily stopped, it does not mean that they let them go. The Hai family is like a wolf, staring at themselves in the dark, with their eyes flashing with the fierce light of eating people. As long as they see that they are not confident, they will pounce on them and bite them fiercely.

"No! You must find a way to get in touch with Zhang Qiu Jianqiong."

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The next day, as soon as the Wangjiang Restaurant opened, the curtain rushed into the store like a gust of wind and shouted in panic: "Young master, something is wrong! Something happened."

"What's up?"

Seeing Yan'er's face was frightened, Li Qing suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Liu Ye is missing. I just asked Lao Yu who lives with Liu Ye. Liu Ye didn't go back to the inn last night."

"What!"

Li Qing stood up, "Didn't I beg Lao Yu to watch him?"

Lian'er sighed and said, "Old Yu is so greedy. I heard that I am drunk every day, how can I watch him?"

Li Qing's back began to sweat profusely. Liu Ye was a person who mastered key technologies and his identity was extremely sensitive. He could only have two possibilities for his disappearance: being bribed or kidnapped.

He was evaluating the incident rapidly in his mind, and the consequences were quite serious. Someone would soon introduce snow mud. Although the restaurant did not make money from snow mud, the flood of snow mud would destroy the cultural atmosphere he had worked hard to build.

"Hai Family!" These two words suddenly appeared in Li Qing's mind, and the Hai Family finally took action.

Suddenly, Zhang Wang led a group of people into the door. His face was covered in tears and his expression was a little dull. Behind him, there was a pair of stretchers mixed in the crowd, and Li Qing's heart suddenly became cold.

"Zhang Wang, who is that!"

"It's Liu Ye, he's dead!"—
Chapter completed!