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"Someone, go find out where that Warm Winter Hot Pot Restaurant came from!" Yang Bingshan's face could be described as dark as the bottom of a pot, impenetrably black.
The study was littered with shards of porcelain, and the servant walked out trembling, the creaking sound of his footsteps making him increasingly agitated, followed by another round of crashing noises.
The Warm Winter Hot Pot Restaurant, as the name suggests, is meant to provide people with a warm winter experience, serving food cooked in strange pots that leaves diners feeling comfortable and cozy.
Recently, tales of the miraculous Warm Winter Hot Pot Restaurant have spread throughout the streets. Guests who have visited claimed that nothing they had eaten before compared; this was true delicacy, and they no longer wished to dine elsewhere.
In just ten days, those who usually indulged in fine dining and were generous with their spending had all shifted their focus to this hot pot restaurant. Even children knew that if you wanted to eat, you should eat hot pot!
As for what this hot pot actually was? Yang Bingshan had no idea. Because unless you bought something, they wouldn't even let you in to take a look!
And to personally try it? He couldn't bear the thought; most people in town recognized him. If he went in and embarrassed himself, it would be a huge blow to his pride.
He thought to himself: how could the esteemed Boss of Yang's Tavern, the richest merchant in Biqi Town, a family with generations of business heritage, be defeated by this suddenly emerged unknown shop? He refused to believe it!
But no matter how Yang's Tavern promoted itself, organized events, or offered complimentary dishes, customers continued to dwindle.
Why? In the cold weather, even if you ordered hot dishes, they turned cold before you could even start eating due to the frigid temperatures outside. To make matters worse, a layer of greasy fat on top made it unappetizing at first glance.
Even being cheap didn't help; when dining out, people sought good food and comfort. With such an appearance, it was simply unappetizing.
But hot pot was different! With roaring charcoal burning underneath and no trace of smoke, it not only kept you warm but also offered rich broth, fresh vegetables, and various thinly sliced meats. A quick dip in the boiling water paired with some sauce created a flavor that was unforgettable after just one taste!
Yang Bingshan felt infuriated just thinking about it but remained powerless. Customers were dwindling more and more until now there wasn't even one table occupied. The shopkeeper, the waitstaff, and the chefs were all so bored they could have been swatting flies (though there were no flies in such cold weather).
The Wanjia Restaurant across the street was not doing much better, equally deserted.
After a while, the person sent out to investigate returned, head down and shoulders slumped, reporting, "Sir, we couldn't find anything! The person in charge is just a hired shopkeeper, and there’s no news about the boss behind the scenes!"
Yang Bingshan's expression darkened further, and the air around him grew increasingly oppressive.
The second person seemed ready to bury his head in the ground: "Reporting to you, sir, there’s no news!"
The third person was on the floor: "I report to you, sir, we couldn’t find anything!"
With each return, Yang Bingshan's face grew darker until the last one brought back the same result.
With a loud crash, the account book was thrown onto the table, startling the servant kneeling on the ground so much that he shivered and trembled, not daring to move even when a shard of porcelain cut his hand.
"What are you all doing? What use are you to me?"
But what could anger accomplish? It was still an unsolvable problem. The furnishings in the room had been rearranged time and again until finally, the housekeeper Liang Mei'er forbade any fragile decorations from being moved.
That was all money down the drain; over these days, she had reaped countless benefits. Those porcelain items were not cheap; if they were secretly sold off, wouldn’t that be another source of income?
So when Yang Bingshan smashed the porcelain, it felt like he was draining Liang Mei'er’s blood; how could she not feel heartbroken?
Wanjia was not faring much better either; its business rivaled that of the Yang Family across the street. The quiet staff dozed off while the shopkeeper's head seemed to be white with worry!
Meanwhile, the situation at Yang Residence was reported every few hours to Ten Li Pu, and Yang Yichen was well aware of it.
He chose not to directly deal with those from the Yang Family; instead, he wanted them to slowly endure this feeling of being tormented.
Isn't Yang Bingshan very fond of money? Isn't he most proud of his business acumen?
He intends to gradually erode his business, especially his pride and joy, Yang's Tavern.
Destroying what he cares about the most is the most painful torment.
He feels dark and selfish. If Liu Qingxi knew he was such a dark person, would she still calmly chat with him, laugh and joke over meals, and quietly stroll together?
He suddenly feels uncertain: "Qingxi, if you knew that I am not what you see, would you still feel at ease chatting with me?"
"Of course! In my eyes, you are the best!"
Helping them without expecting anything in return, helping them without showing off, even being able to conceal it.
Believing without questioning, the young man's eyes suddenly become a bit moist.
Some words that had been pressed down in his heart suddenly surge up with the impulse to spill out, only to be suppressed again.
No one would expect that the source of the headaches and frustrations for the two respected businessmen in Biqi Town is living an ordinary life in some village.
He also doesn't know that because of one of his orders, A Dong has been trying every means possible, causing chaos for the Yang Family and Wanjia in just over ten days.
As Warm Winter Hotpot becomes increasingly popular, some people can no longer hold back!
In the private room on the second floor of Yang's Tavern, a middle-aged man quietly watches across the table. The once handsome and mature man now wears a face full of worry.
Suddenly, two attendants from across the table step out, one on each side, intercepting passersby: "Hello, sir! Come in and have a taste! Our Wanjia Restaurant has launched new hotpot dishes at great prices!"
"This lady, would you like to try our newly launched hotpot? It's affordable and delicious, and once you taste it, you'll definitely want more!"
"Oh dear, young man."
Gradually, small groups of customers were pulled in by the two attendants, and soon the crowd grew larger.
"Someone go check what's happening across the street!"
After a while, the attendant who was sent out returned. It turned out that the place across the street had also launched a hotpot that looked quite similar to Warm Winter Hotpot. As for the taste, according to customers, it was decent and certainly not cold!
"Ha! No wonder!" Yang Bingshan sneered. Such tactics were common in the marketplace; he just couldn't bring himself to send his own people over, as that would be equivalent to showing weakness to the unseen enemy.
But the Fat Man didn't care about face. He boldly sent his own chefs over to taste it; after all, there was no reason for the other side to drive away customers!
When they returned with some insights, they managed to replicate it quite well. Of course, compared to Yang Yichen's authentic hotpot, the flavor wasn't as exquisite.
However, it was cheap enough that some bargain-seeking customers would choose to go there.
This time, Yang Bingshan had taken a hit; he was unexpectedly pressured by an unknown competitor to this extent, leaving him without any power to resist.
The first Warm Winter Hot Pot Restaurant gained recognition from most people, while Wanjia's imitation also attracted many price-sensitive customers. What should Yang's Tavern do? Going back to steal ideas would no longer provide an advantage!
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