MTL - After Being Approached by His Son’s Dad-Chapter 65 The whole show group will kneel to President Mo!

As soon as the other two looked at Gu Jiayu, they had already left, and they hurried up. No matter what they were going to do, they couldn't stay here anyway, so they had to do something to make money.

Bai Qizheng was led away by his uncle. He turned around in three steps, whispering where his playmate had gone. After a few steps, he shouted, "Mo Zeyang! I will win you!"

Xiao Mo always turned around and gave the other side a contemptuous look, "It's impossible, because I have a dad!"

Gu Jiayu touched his son's head happily, just because you have a dad! You don't have to be afraid ╮ (‵ ▽ ′) ╭

The staff all followed, the child should say: Because he has a father!

His dad just knew to run!

The tea bag is going crazy: ah ah ah ah why is the male **** so cute? ? ?

Mo Yunqi stopped a taxi and went to the busiest street in Youkou Town.

The geographical location here is in the central area, and the population is very dense. Gu Jiayu got out of the car and was recognized by the fans. Then he watched with his children and Mo Yun together, and followed by a row of cameras to know the show Fans rushed up and asked enthusiastically, "Is Brother Yun recording the show? Where are you going? This kid is so cute!"

Gu Jia slumped his waist, proud, "My son smashed!"

Mo Zeyang shouted to her aunt, politely, and screamed.

The result of the celebrity effect is: Gu Jiayu followed a mighty group of people behind him!

When Mo Zeyang saw the roadside selling cotton candy and balloons, his eyes were a bit indistinguishable. When looking at the children's eyes, Mo always paid for them habitually.

Gu Jiayu pulled him a hand. "We only have two hundred dollars. We still have to make capital. Don't buy it."

Mo Zeyang cleverly pulled his father's sleeve, "don't buy it, buy it when you make money."

Mo Yunqi hooked his mouth and squeezed his son's little hand, "It's okay, we can definitely make money, I won't make you hungry."

President Mo tied the panda balloon he bought to Mo Zeyang's waist, and smiled and said to Gu Jiayu, "Give him a mark. It's hard to find a lost child in the province."

Mo Zeyang dragged the rope in anxiety. "Dad, will I be blown away when the wind comes?"

Gu Jiasu reassured him in earnest words: "No, you are so fat, the wind won't blow up." The expression was super serious.

Mo Zeyang covered his heart with his small hand, and he was pierced!

The onlookers were all laughing, and this family of three had their own "hahaha" dubbing function.

Mo Yunqi gave the two grandfathers who bought the marshmallow one by one, and really raised them as sons. Gu Jiayu took the powdered marshmallow and looked at the people who were taking pictures of him around him. Did he eat it, or did he eat it?

Alright, eat it!

Money was spent can't be sorry for your own mouth.

Gu Jiayu took a bite and handed it to Mo Yunqi's mouth. "Taste it, it's quite sweet."

Mo Yunqi smiled and wiped the corners of Gu Jia's mouth with her fingers, and said, "You eat, I don't eat much sweet." He walked hand in hand and entered one of the largest wedding photography shops here.

The photographer quickly followed, and his face was numb by the dog food.

The staff hurried to catch up and reminded: "Mr. Mo, this issue is related to food, it has nothing to do with marriage."

Mo Yunqi nodded, "I know." The expression was so calm, Mo would never be wrong!

Five minutes later, President Mo led five couples who were going to the wedding to the next hotel. A group of Gu Jiayu fans followed him. The guard at the door looked at the people behind him. Startled and thought it was coming to the shop.

President Mo asked in a deep voice: "Is your boss there? Or manager, you just need to be in charge."

The guards did not dare to delay, and hurriedly called the manager. When the other party came out, there were more people gathered at the door, and there must be more than one hundred.

President Mo shook hands with the other party and said politely, "Hello, would like to talk to you about a business. Is it convenient here?"

"Talking about business?" The uncle manager thought it was a fault, and when he heard about business, his eyes were bright. The uncle rubbed his thick hands, thinking that these people came to eat, and laughed: "Please come inside, how many tables?"

President Mo: "One hundred and eighty tables."

Hotel Manager: ⊙ ▽ ⊙

Fifteen minutes later, President Mo gave five couples a hotel stamped contract, and the five couples booked a total of 180 tables for a wedding banquet. It was discussed that the original price was 3600 tables. President Mo knew that the profit of the catering industry was a group purchase price, and he directly gave the price to 3,000 tables. What he wanted for each new couple was a table of 3,300. He made a difference of 300 yuan per table, and made 180,000 tables for 54,000.

No more than twenty minutes before and after.

The five new couples and the hotel manager held their respective contracts, and all laughed like picking up a bargain, and were very grateful to Mo Yunqi.

Director group: 〣 (Δ) 〣

Mr. Mo took the cash and looked at the time, ten thirty. Woke up early in the morning, and Gu Jiayu and Mo Zeyang did n’t have a good meal. He simply booked a private room and let them have a good rest. By the way, they had lunch. earn."

Program staff: "..."

Kneeling!

After a while, I made 54,000. How can this show be recorded? Can't play anymore! !!

Director Yang is also speechless, so he can only ask the filming director to discuss with Mo Yun. "Mr. Mo, you ... the director doesn't count."

Can only sell directors at critical moments!

Mo Yunqi raised an eyebrow and asked seriously: "Why not? Where is it not in accordance with the rules? Isn't it about eating?" President Mo nodded at the table in front of me, meaning you explain to me, where isn't it? Conform to the rules? This serious expression is like saying that if you don't explain well, you can't give me a result that satisfies me, then I fire you.

Follow the director: "... Anyway, it doesn't count anyway, it's the director who said."

Continue to sell directors.

"Well!" Mo is a little unhappy. One is one, the other is two, and he can't confess his account because he finished it. This behavior makes him dissatisfied. Does anyone else blame him? All I can say is that my mind is bad.

The staff member took a deep breath and courageously courageously said, "The director said that he must take action, and the hard-earned money is counted. The money is counted as one or one thousand for you, and the money for meals must be deducted in this thousand miles. .Because ... because only you will make money here! The others are all actors! "I was ashamed to follow the director, and all these words were lingering.

To put it bluntly, Mo Yunqi is too profitable. Mo Zeyang is a bug in this rule. His father's IQ is also a bug in this show. IQ spikes the program group. The program group can only give him more requirements.

Originally, the program group was most worried about Gu Jiayu. His character that does not play cards according to common sense is a double-edged sword, which can be attractive and embarrassing. At present, Gu Jiayu, who eats honestly, is too good. No?

Gu Jiayu, who has n’t had any opportunity for performance, handed a cuttlefish ball to Mo Yunqi ’s mouth, and he wanted to open it, “It does n’t matter. One thousand is one thousand. "

Coaxed by Gu Jiayu, President Mo's face softened instantly, and he did not care about the show crew.

A family of three had a meal, and Gu Jiayu went to the game store downstairs to play a game for a while. He bought a toy for Mo Zeyang and spent more than 600.

This confirms the fact that President Mo is responsible for making money to support his family!

Gu Yingdi is responsible for spending money to defeat the family!

Gu Jiayu stood at the door of a fried chicken shop and glanced at the people standing in line outside, saying to Mo Yun: "The business looks good here, it should be delicious."

He has sold fried chicken before, Gu Xiaoyue's biggest dream is to open a fried chicken shop!

Mo Yun squinted his eyes, turned a corner of his mouth, pulled Gu Jiayu, and held Mo Zeyang away.

After observing, it was found that the area is now selling and selling. The kitchen and selling windows are open. You can see the situation inside from the outside. Because the store is a chain, semi-finished products are shipped from the headquarters in advance, and can be sold after a little processing. Fifteen minutes later, Gu Jiayu wore chef's clothes and a chef's hat, replacing the chef's position.

The raw materials cost ten dollars a pound, and they can be sold after a little oil. President Mo bought the boss fifty pounds.

I rented this small shop again, and gave them one hundred yuan an hour, and the stove and oil shop provided it, so the six hundred yuan would be spent all at once.

The task of President Mo is: settle accounts and collect money!

Mo Zeyang's mission is: to pull guests!

"Auntie, do you want to buy my fried chicken nuggets? Especially delicious!"

"Uncle, buy a pound of fried chicken for your younger sister, only 15 yuan for a pound!"

"Sister can taste a piece, and my dad's fried chicken is particularly delicious!"

Mo Zeyang's mouth is sweeter, and he is not afraid of being born. Barabara's effort has attracted many guests. When guests saw Gu Jiayu's figure, they immediately boiled and bought! Must buy more! Eat a catty with a catty, this is the fried chicken made by the male god!

And shouted: "I want a hundred catties !!!"

Gu Jiazheng was amused, and he waved the big fork in his hand, and laughed: "Not for sale!"

The fan collapsed, "For the **** horse ?!"

"Because you ca n’t eat waste." Gu Jiaxu refused with a smile. "Eating fried chicken is just to understand the meat. You ca n’t eat too much, up to three or five pounds. I wo n’t sell it to you any more.”

"Ah ah ah ah ah my male **** is so warm !!!"

The boiling tea bag is terrible. Anyway, Gu Jiayu is as beautiful as Tianxian.

Gu Jia frowned and pointed a line with a fork. "Don't make trouble, line up, don't stop others from walking."

Tea bag collective: "Oh ~"

Especially good!

The news of Gu Jiayu selling fried chicken here quickly spread, and a dazzling face of General Manager Mo, and photos of serious money collection were quickly circulated on the Internet. This little fried chicken shop took a short time to work There was a long line.

In less than ten minutes, fifty pounds of fried chicken were sold out, 50 * 15 = 750, which not only earned the six hundred but also one hundred and fifty.

At this time more and more people.

The shop owner is dumbfounded, selling so fast?

Mo Yunqi went to the boss again, "Is there any semi-finished fried chicken? Buy another three hundred pounds and prepare two hundred pounds. I'll take a credit. You should also be aware of the current situation. I can definitely sell all of them for a penny. It wo n’t hurt you. "

There is no one who does not want to make money. The boss immediately took out a hundred and fifty pounds of inventory, which was not enough for people to borrow at other branches.

President Mo continued: "I hire you and do what you usually do, twenty dollars an hour, do you want to do it?" This is based on the local hourly labor price, no more, but the owner is idle Also idle, there is no reason.

Sure enough, the shop owner took a guy and did it!

Mo Yunqi pulled Gu Jiayu to the front, wiped his face, and smiled, "You just sit here, you can just collect the money."

Then Mo always said to others that Gu Jiazheng received the money and Mo Zeyang sat on the table while eating to attract attention.

I work for the original boss and buddies.

Program group: "..."

Can you keep playing? ? ?

Other families are washing dishes, and some are helping the hotel kitchen. This family of three ... It ’s not right to say that you do n’t need to make money with both hands. Gu Jiayu has already started. Speaking of hard work, I really don't see where it is. President Mo has perfectly followed the rules of his own hands this time, and no loopholes can be found.

Seeing the thoughts of the staff of the show group, Mo Yunqi nodded his head and said gently: "Since you can make more money with your brain, why should you make less money with your hands? The meaning of education is not to let children Do you know how to get money through my labor? My education is not by brute force, but by my brain. "

Is anti-sack in business? Mo always rejected this method.

The show crew smiled helplessly, "But you ... use your brother's fame a little bit, and it's good that the children do it."

Mo Yunqi took a sip of saliva and asked lightly: "Why can't he use his father's reputation? Use everything that can be used, and get it without breaking the law, jeopardizing social morality, or upholding integrity and justice. What I want, this is a businessman, a businessman with the right values. Mo Zeyang has performed very well just now. He has drawn many guests. As his father, I am very pleased. "

Mo Zeyang held his chest up and was exaggerated and very happy. Every customer who came to buy got a sweet smile from him, and the cute guest couldn't help but hug him.

The show crew was about to kneel to President Mo, speechless!

Yang Dao crashed and banged his head on the box lunch. This show can't be played!

At four in the afternoon, I didn't know that I had already looked at the director, Mo, who was driving the crazy, looking at his watch, picking the corner of his mouth, it was still early, and he could do something else. It was also good to train the child's business mind at this time.

President Mo embraced Mo Zeyang, "Jiayi, pack the money and we're gone."