As a veteran foodie, what Tang Xiaoxiao wants to make the most is cinema food.

The cinema food in the previous life was often run by cinemas. Many cinemas also erect signs of "no take-out food". Therefore, if you want to eat snacks in the cinema, you can only go to the cinema takeaway to buy popcorn and coke.

Xiaoxiao remembered the embarrassing corn in the Yuanlong Dynasty. That is, corn. To this day, people only pick the tender ones and cook them to eat. Even people don’t know that the corn can be dried and ground into powder, let alone cream popcorn and corn salad.

"Sell food?" Jin Zhonglun didn't expect this again.

Xiaoxiao nodded: "We will call the guests who come to Jinshi Theater to watch the play. These audiences cannot sit and watch the play without eating or drinking. Large theaters like Kuaixuelou can provide refreshments, but other theaters are not suitable for this. The place is not big enough. Therefore, I want to make delicious food exclusively to the theater and ensure that these foods will not be sold anywhere else."

Jin Zhonglun: "If Xiaoxiao decides to do it, the theater can ban the food that the audience brings. After all, some foods are not suitable for eating in the theater."

Xiaoxiao nodded desperately. Brother Zhonglun was too considerate: "Yes, if someone came in to watch the show with stinky tofu, leek boxes, roast duck fat intestines, etc., it would be inappropriate. Even the golden bell that resounded for ten miles would be inappropriate. He would only eat it crunchedly, which would affect others."

Mr. Jin: stinky tofu, fat intestines, crunchy...

Xiaoxiao talked about his business and kept talking: "I thought that I would set up a food shop next to each theater, and those theaters would set up a food stall, mainly selling some unique snacks. After the food order was settled, I would invite Brother Zhonglun to try it."

"Even if you prepare some convenient and simple meals, it's also possible."

"Food?" Xiaoxiao was puzzled for a moment, "Every play will last for nearly two hours, and each theater will sing at most two shows a day. I'm afraid there is no need for food."

Jin Zhonglun smiled slightly, as if he liked to see others unable to keep up with his own ideas: "Not every scene has to be sung from beginning to end. When the audience is familiar with the play, they can divide it into pieces to perform. According to the chapters of the song, they pick up wonderful jokes and arrange them into pieces."

This idea is good, so you can choose the sessions you like to watch separately, which is a bit similar to the meaning of "appreciating famous paragraphs".

Jin Zhonglun glanced at his Changsui: "Remember, let Mr. Weng list a list of operas. If you catch up with the singing party, the host will order it at will."

Changsui nodded and wrote down. It was really not easy to be Mr. Jin’s personal secretary. I hope there is a life secretary to take over. Otherwise, Changsui would be too versatile. Xiaoxiao looked at him carefully and suddenly remembered that he was Xiao Wu, the secretary of Brother Zhonglun, back then, but he just had a pair of glasses... Ha, another person he knew appeared...

"In this way, the studio can be performed one by one, and the artists will arrange the class." Mr. Jin said.

"You mean, it's not time to stop at mealtime?" Xiaoxiao admired Brother Zhonglun more and more. He had found the business model of modern cinemas. In fact, the movies at Noon are also very popular. Many office workers like to watch this venue and have a light meal near the cinema.

"The people who watch the show are not all idle people. For example, you academy students have only time left at noon except for the holidays." Although Xiaoxiao Nian Xiao had an idea, Mr. Jin could not feel at ease: "Why can Xiaoxiao have an idea when watching the show? "

"What I think of at the moment is signing vegetables or cakes? In this way, there are vegetables, meat and staple foods." Xiaoxiao first picked up the convenient and easy-to-eat, "You can also pair it with some snacks."

The sign-up dish originated from the Song Dynasty. Some scholars in modern times speculate that it is a kind of delicacy wrapped in bamboo curtains, similar to today's sushi. There is no seaweed in my country, and it is said to be wrapped in egg skin. This is confirmed by some restaurants looking for ancient delicacies in the Yuanlong Dynasty. There is indeed such convenient food. Many people who visit the night market often buy sign-up dishes, eating and shopping. Cakes are burritos. This is better made, and it is Rui Niang's specialty food.

Mr. Jin nodded slightly and pinched a pine flower cake to eat: "Xiaoxiao only makes food? If you have other ideas, just propose it together and start planning in the next few days."

Xiaoxiao knows Jin Zhonglun so well. His words clearly mean to invite merchants to settle in. Another meaning is that they are outdated. Mr. Jin has always had this temper and is decisive in doing things. Naturally, he doesn’t like people who are dragging their feet. Today, he has an idea, tomorrow he has an idea, and the day after tomorrow he overturns the previous ones. He goes back and forth, and Mr. Jin is most annoying to such people.

Xiaoxiao held the eggshell cup with bean green glaze and drank a sip of the fragrant daughter ring: "I really have an unrealistic idea."

"Say." Kim Jong-lun likes to be unrealistic.

"As theaters become famous, the value of those artists will also increase."

"They have bought them all, most of them are dead contracts. There is no need to worry about having their wings hard and just carrying their masters to climb up the top." Mr. Jin's words are the truth. Even his artists are not worried about breach of contract and changing jobs. "If you sing well, you will naturally receive a heavy reward."

"Once artists become famous, there will naturally be more audiences, and there are many particularly loyal and even obsessed audiences," Xiaoxiao looked at Jin Zhonglun. He should know this better than anyone else. As a famous handsome man in the business world of the Yuanlong Dynasty, it is said that the carriage he rode was full of love poems by female fans...

Mr. Jin nodded invisibly.

"The ticket price for famous actors is naturally higher. In addition, we can make full use of the audience's support and make some money."

Kim Jong-lun: "I've sung well, but I've thrown money on the stage."

"Is there anyone who spends money today?"

"I haven't seen you."

"Because the drama "Liang Zhu" is not suitable for scattering money. The audience has completely integrated the plot and asked them to spill money on Liangshanbo Zhu Yingtai, but they still couldn't accept it. So, we simply spared the money. First, there was not much money, and secondly, it also reduced the identity of artists." Xiaoxiao wanted to inject a new concept into the film and television industry of Yuanlongchao. "We should reverse the world's ideas. These artists also rely on their voices and skills to make a living, not the underclass actors in their eyes. Let the audience know that the plays arranged by the Jinshi Theater are an artistic feast."

Art, Kim Jong-lun heard this word for the first time and suddenly felt that his play could also find a soulmate from the mountains and rivers. What he did now could not only make money, but also bring other things to people. Just like the painting of Shanren halfway? That's about that. Mr. Kim shook the fan, and he loved to listen to these words.

"The audience can express their admiration for artists in a more elegant way." Xiaoxiao looked at Brother Zhonglun who couldn't find the answer, and said word by word: "For example, sending flowers."

"flower?"

"Yes, audiences, and even drama fans can buy flower baskets filled with flowers, or tie them into bouquets to express their love for artists. These flower baskets and bouquets will be sent to the backstage, which is where artists put on makeup and rest."

Mr. Jin could not imagine the kind of scene of sending flowers.

Xiaoxiao was kind and tempted: "Imagine that when the artist finished singing a 10-fold opera and went back to the backstage to have a tea and rest, as soon as he entered the door, he could see the fresh and rich flower baskets delivered by the audience. The basket was tied with a ribbon, and it said 'Both virtue and art', or 'The sound of the lingering sound was lingering around the beam', or 'A thousand golds are easy to find, but the soulmate is hard to find.' At the bottom of the text, the audience's name is written, and the other ones are given."

Mr. Jin tilted his head, where did the girl in front of him come from these tricks: "Does Xiaoxiao want to sell flowers?"

"Zhonglun Ge's magic trick..." Xiaoxiao was suddenly seen through again, "In this way, I will provide fresh cut flowers, and I will give you the price of wholesale to ordinary flower shops, and the theater will then sell it to the audience by itself. How about it?"

"Flower shop? Is this kind of deal already there?" Mr. Jin felt that he was out of date. He started with men's fragrance and then to freshly cut flowers shop. In the past two years when he collected ancient song artists, the Yuanlong Dynasty had changed a lot.

"It will be there sooner or later." Xiaoxiao answered a little guilty, but in fact she had not yet inspected the market, the Wen family seemed to have no confidence in such transactions. Haha, with the large orders of Jin's Theater, the storage surprised them. Xiaoxiao even imagined that each of them was surprised to come to Xizi to cover her cherry mouth: "Oh my God, a big order in the world!"; Wen Xixiu frowned: "A theater wants to buy so many flowers?"; Wen Er Ge shook the golden folding fan: "Yingyuan brought such a big deal to the Wen family, go to Dafuzhai and pack 10,000 kilograms of rice dumpling candy for this child!"; Wen Zhi?: "Yingyuan is really smart and smart, *#￥%┕i? Go out so hard?? Ah┕..."

Xiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh.

This process is actually very simple: wholesale flowers from the Wen family and sell them to the theater, and you don’t have to worry about making a difference. Just make a mistake. Just make a mistake. Just beating your mind, and then I heard Mr. Jin say: "The flower shop in the theater is fully handed over to you, and it can be sold more expensively than the market. After all, the audience is not trying to buy flowers, but to win the smile of the artist."

Xiaoxiao was stunned, leaving all the right to me? I only wanted to open a small flower shop in my life, so if every theater is equipped with a flower shop...

"The flower shop is only located in a large theater, and there are four rooms at present." Jin Zhonglun also said to his long-speaking, "The theater charges 30% of the profits of selling flowers, 20% of which belong to the artists themselves, and the remaining 10% belong to the theater. This also inspires them to perform the show well and sing well."

Xiaoxiao can only say that Mr. Jin is so capable, and now there are reward mechanisms for the theater.

"It is a reward for Xiaoxiao," Mr. Jin looked at Xiaoxiao, who was secretly calculating the cost. "Whether it is food or flowers, the land occupied is not charged, and it is considered as part of the Jin theater. However, the profits are independent of the accounts and only 30% of the profits of the flowers are required."

By doing this, you can make a profit! President Jin is so open-minded!

Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry to thank him. Although this matter was affordable, it was inevitable that he would be rude after making money in the future. What was the matter with his own money on the Jin family's big tree? He said: "Brother Zhonglun is generous, but Xiaoxiao is not rewarded for his own rewards. The food shop should also pay the profits so that he will not lose his word."

Jin Zhonglun looked at Xiaoxiao again, and at first he only thought she was smart, but unexpectedly his eyes were long-term. He smiled and said, "Then you can hand in it 10% off, but just a snack stall."

One percent is money, with a contract and a profit sharing, which is more decent and safer.

"When I prepare the theatre food, I will ask Brother Zhonglun to taste it!" Xiaoxiao was so rewarding today, and his voice was filled with joy. In the past, others shared the profits for themselves, but now, they shared the profits for others! Although the other party is a big tree and does not rely on themselves to raise it, they still feel accomplished!

Jin Zhonglun said: "Your second brother is not here, I always have to find a reason to go to the Tang family."

"You can find my elder brother~"

"My brother-in-law?" Kim Jong-lun waved his hand, "I'm most afraid of seeing him!"

Xiaoxiao reacted for a moment before remembering that Jin Zhonglun was Jin Baodi's younger brother: "Yes, Brother Zhonglun and I are relatives! Now it's easy to deal with. You can come and visit my grandmother directly. She is the most supportive of her granddaughter in business!"

"This is also an idea." Jin Zhonglun nodded and sighed: "My brother-in-law also wants to meet him. You can't go through the house without entering." Jin Baodi was pregnant, so it was justified that his brothers came to visit him.
Chapter completed!