Chapter 102: Women's University not staying

"Lao Huang is here!"
Sun Yue, the eye-catching boy, was a little funny. This young master Huan was unlucky enough to tease Huang Ying, but he was caught by someone else's father, but to resolve the embarrassment for the master, this is the most important duty of the number one attendant.
Therefore, he immediately stood up, shouted loudly, and waved to Huang Tianshun enthusiastically.
"Lao Huang, come, sit down!" Yang Huan also cheeked and pointed to the opposite side of him.
Huang Tianshun looked at his baby daughter carefully, and then at Yang Huan on the opposite side. He asked himself a bit of insight, and he realized that his daughter was still Huang Hua's eldest daughter, which proved that Young Master Huan was just lip service and had no specific actions.
This heart was let go. He was just a daughter, so naturally he hoped that she would marry well.
"Master Huan, there is a big business." Huang Tianshun turned around and closed the door, and sat down opposite Yang Huan.
"Don't worry about it in advance, let's talk about it first, why has business been so good these days?" Yang Huan was surprised.
He didn't deliberately market Wangjiang Pavilion. Could it be that he suddenly became so arrogant that people from all directions came in, crawling on the surface and loyal?
"Young Master Huan hasn't read the newspaper these days, right?" Huang Tianshun asked with a wry smile.
Yang Huan nodded. He has never liked reading newspapers. At most, he went to the website to read the news. However, he has been busy these days. From Poole to Gayton and back to Southampton, he almost bypassed the whole of England. How can there be time in the southwestern half?
"Well, let's talk about it, what's going on?" Yang Huan didn't like to circumspect.
Huang Tianshun nodded immediately, "Master Huan, have you heard of Michelin?"
"I know, the tires are made!" Yang Huan of course had heard of it. "But I don't like Michelin tires. They are too soft, just like a lady. Although they are comfortable, I don't like this kind of soft. I like harder, sporty tires."
Huang Tianshun smiled bitterly, it all got to the tires.
"Then Master Huan, do you know that in addition to making tires, Michelin also regularly publishes a guide for tourists to choose restaurants during the trip, called the Michelin Red Book?"
Yang Huan listened and nodded immediately, "Know, do you know that there are Michelin restaurants? There are several restaurants in Longhai City, and they don't feel much. Some of them even do mediocre food, worse than street food."
Huang Tianshun smiled bitterly, but Yang Huan said it was nothing for how many restaurants robbed him of the honor?
But he didn't know, Yang Huan was right, because no matter how delicious, no matter how delicious the delicacies are, you will still feel bored if you eat too much, and feel very average, even inferior to those street foods.
"Old Huang, what do you want to say?"
"Master Huan, our Wangjiang Pavilion is on this year's Michelin Red Book."
"What?" Yang Huan stood up in surprise.
He is not a fool, of course he knows the weight and authority of Michelin restaurants.
"Speaking of which, the restaurant business has been so hot these days because of the recommendation of the Michelin Red Book?"
Huang Tianshun nodded, "And we have three stars, and we are also the only Chinese restaurant on the list!"
Yang Huan was really dumbfounded, this is a great honor.
You know, the selection of Michelin restaurants has always been the favorite of Western restaurants. When is the turn of Chinese restaurants?
But now, Wangjiang Pavilion has won this honor. Not to mention that it is now a market. Even if there are several times more customers, Yang Huan feels normal, because Michelin three-star restaurants should be like this.
One star represents a restaurant that is worth visiting; two stars represent a restaurant that is very skilled in cooking and is worth visiting a long way; three stars are not bad, and it is a restaurant that deserves a special trip.
Never before has a Chinese restaurant received such an award!
"Young Master Huan, now not only the entire Chinese food industry in the UK is boiling, but even the whole of Europe, including those compatriots who like food in our motherland, are all excited and excited. This is the first time Chinese food has broken into a three-Michelin star restaurant. Ranks."
Yang Huan was so excited that he couldn't sit down anymore. He really didn't expect that he wanted to make Wangjiang Pavilion more petty-bourgeoisie, and also let Huang Tianshun and some famous chefs develop more Chinese food. Under the circumstances, the first Michelin three-star Chinese restaurant was created instead.
But... wait, Yang Huan looked at Huang Tianshun.
"I said Lao Huang, why do you make me feel unhappy?"
Sun Yue and Long Wu only noticed Huang Tianshun at this time, and they seemed to be frowning since they entered the door.
"Master Huan, in fact..." Huang Tianshun couldn't say anything.
Yang Huan was a little impatient, "Speak directly, be refreshed, and don't linger."
"In fact, the better our business, the more serious the loss." Huang Tianshun said with courage.
Yang Huan laughed, "You have a good brain, Lao Huang, who is a restaurant, the more customers you make, the more money you make."
But soon, when he saw Huang Tianshun's sad look, he immediately realized something was wrong.
"Master Huan, the Michelin three-star restaurant is a great honor, but it is also a pressure. Because Michelin will continue to track and assess the restaurants that have been qualified, in order to maintain its star rating, the restaurant must do everything possible to keep it. Quality, but it will be difficult to maintain a balance of payments."
Huang Tianshun sighed, "It's like a lobster. For the taste, you only need to dice the tenderest part of the shrimp and discard the rest. This has resulted in the cost of ingredients as high as 65 to 7 percent. Ten, even without utility bills, restaurant rent and labor costs, such costs are no longer able to maintain a restaurant’s balance of payments."
Yang Huan and Sun Yue found it strange when they heard it. It was the first time they heard that a Michelin three-star restaurant was not profitable.
But all chefs in the world regard this honor as the Nobel Prize in the chef industry.
Isn't this irony?
"Generally speaking, one-star can make money, and two-stars need to open many branches to make money, while three-stars are basically at a loss." Huang Tianshun obviously also has a deep understanding of the doorway.
Sun Yue was a little curious, "Is there no other way to make up for it?"
"Yes!" Huang Tianshun nodded.
"any solution?"
"It is to run an ordinary restaurant near the three-star Michelin restaurant, and then transfer all the ingredients that are not used by the three-star restaurant to this ordinary restaurant to save costs to the greatest extent, but even so, it is still difficult to do When the balance of payments is reached, losses are inevitable."
"That's why the three Michelin stars are basically in big hotels, or there are big consortia behind them, that is basically an image project!"
After Yang Huan listened, he felt that this world was really strange.
It feels like those celebrities and actresses who won the Oscars, they immediately became box office poison after they won the prize.
You said, is winning the prize a good thing or a bad thing?
"Then retreat!" Yang Huan thought for a while and said decisively.
"Retreat?" Huang Tianshun was dumbfounded.
"Retired?" Sun Yue couldn't believe it.
Even Huang Ying opened her eyes wide and looked at this maverick Huan Master.
Others are grandfathers and grandchildren who have been madly pursuing restaurant honors that they may not be able to pursue for generations, so you give them back?
"Master Huan, I mean, we should think about how to develop a sideline to ensure the operation of the restaurant, not..." Huang Tianshun wondered if Yang Huan had misunderstood his meaning.
"I know!" Yang Huan waved his hand. He understood what Huang Tianshun meant. "My idea is also very simple. The Michelin Guide is a European gadget. They have never accepted a Chinese restaurant. Anyway, they have won such a prize. If we don’t have any money, we have to post it upside down, and we have to please their review rules, why bother?"
"We run a restaurant for the sake of good food and good business. Everyone is happy. Why do we have to do so hard?"
Huang Tianshun was really moved. He knew the pressure of running a Michelin restaurant. In the past few days, this pressure almost crushed his back, and Yang Huan just didn't want them to have such concerns.
"Europeans don’t understand the profound mystery of Chinese food at all. If that’s the case, then we don’t have to cater to their review standards. We will be our own Chinese restaurant. If they want to review it, we will review it. What is the three-star award? ,Return!"
Yang Huan said so proudly. The main reason was that he had never thought of operating Wangjiang Pavilion to make money.
This method of coming in money is too slow, not as good as the Bitcoin he invested.
From the time he let Zhang Ning look at the absorption of Bitcoin, the value of Bitcoin has risen dozens of times.
Although there are still very few, but at least people are skyrocketing, and I feel enjoyable to watch.
"Master Huan, why don't you think about it again?" Huang Tianshun thought this behavior was crazy.
I've only heard that there are restaurants doing everything possible to win the Michelin restaurant award, but I have never heard of anyone withdrawing the Michelin restaurant award. If this is spread out, I am afraid that people in the catering industry will laugh at fools.
This is like throwing away a golden sign for nothing!
"No need to think about it, I decided to retire!" Yang Huan was very determined.
Huang Tianshun really felt it was a pity, "Master Huan, no one has ever retired from the Michelin rating..."
"That's right, we became the first one, and we started this one, and maybe they will come one after another in the future." Yang Huan didn't care, and said cheerfully.
The more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets. Why must a Chinese restaurant meet your Western rating standards?
Do they understand Chinese food? Do they know the profoundness of Chinese dining culture?
Since you don't understand anything, why should we lose money to cater to your selection?
Whoever likes to do this kind of hot face and cold thing, anyway, I Yang Huan will not do it!
When Sun Yue heard this, his eyes flashed, "Wait!"
Looking at Huang Tianshun, "Old Huang, you just said that no one has done it?"
"Yeah, who would do this..." He wanted to say it was a stupid thing, but he was afraid of offending Master Huan.
"Young Master Huan is right, that's right, we will take the lead in doing things that nobody does." Sun Yue said with a smile.
"Not only do we have to do this, we have to let the newspapers and the media know that we have to think about another reason for being tall. For example, the operating restrictions of the Samsung restaurant are too harsh, and we are'providing customers with the best and most intimate food'. This business philosophy conflicts, so we retired!"
"No?" Huang Tianshun couldn't keep up with Sun Yue's thinking logic.
What's this all about?
Yang Huan listened, but smiled and clapped his hands, "Yes, this is a good reason, tall enough."
Huang Ying always stood by, listening to the conversation between her father and Yang Huan and others. She felt that although Yang Huan and Sun Yue's ideas were weird, they were not unreasonable. They were just a little jumpy.
"I think it is better for UU Reading www.uukānshu.com to communicate with the official Michelin Guide in advance before announcing it. After all, the selection is also a good intention. If we proactively announce it, it would be tantamount to offending them."
When Yang Huan heard it, she felt a little bit reasonable, how about saying that girls are delicate in mind?
"Yes, that's a good idea!" Yang Huan laughed.
"People say that girls have long hair and short knowledge, and no brains, Huang Ying, you have completely overturned this argument!"
Huang Yingfen flushed again with a scream.
Is he praising my big breasts?
Is it really big?
Huang Tianshun looked at her shy daughter in embarrassment, then looked at Yang Huan, and sighed inwardly.
Master Huan, you save me some face anyway, don't always molest my daughter in front of me, okay?
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