"So that’s why it’s said you get what you pay for. They can sell at such a high price because there’s definitely value in them, at least they can bring us a substantial return of tens of thousands of US dollars! Never underestimate the spending power of the street drunks. They’d rather break their own legs, con insurance from the government, just to have a drink of Whiskey in a bar!"
Limping on one leg, with subsidy in hand, watching a game, sipping fine alcohol, and enjoying the intimate service of the bar’s Bunny Girl.
What a wonderful thing that is.
Allen Zhang immediately decided to label these alcohols as vintage and sell them, started moving the bottles to the bar’s storage room, cleaned them up, and had someone open a bottle at the bar to offer to customers for free tasting.
The daytime customer flow in the bar was also quite stable, mainly because of the good lighting and privacy atmosphere. Many old regulars heard that the bar owner was promoting new drinks and wanted to give it a try.
After one drink, it tasted refreshing and had a strong kick, making them feel that it was a potent drink worth buying!
But when they asked for the price, 88 US dollars a cup turned away many people.
The guests in the hall were basically only willing to spend 5 dollars for a cup of tequila or Whiskey, and those who had money in their pockets would only buy drinks worth 25 dollars a cup. Expensive Brandy , costing 88 dollars, was indeed not something ordinary people could afford.
But Allen Zhang didn’t care at all. It’s not just these few old drunks that are his customers, if they don’t buy, there are plenty of people on the streets who will.
He added the newly launched Brandy to the drink menu, and the gambling wolves in the back rooms had much stronger spending power compared to the guests in the hall. In just a few tens of minutes, several bottles were sold.
Watching the profits soar, and the US dollars fly into his wallet like they had wings, Allen Zhang felt exceptionally refreshed.
In the office cubicle, Allen Zhang sat in the boss’s chair and asked Guise to bring over yesterday’s accounting list of drinks sales for his review.
A glance at it showed that the income and expenses from selling drinks were basically balanced. After a day, minus the daily salary distribution for the bartenders and hired part-time waitstaff, only about 200 dollars were earned. This wasn’t even as profitable as the Beggar Gang Disciples’ collecting tins.
However, this was just the surface sales. The second half of the projects were quite significant, and just in one day, they made a net profit of 1200 US dollars!
Rounding it off, Allen Zhang could pocket almost 800 dollars in dividends. The bar’s turnover was higher at night, and if he hired more employees for flirtatious services, he would definitely gain more from the dividends.
But one has to pay taxes after making money. To avoid financial loss, Allen Zhang decided to let Dave do a part-time stint as the bar’s accountant, to discuss with the two deputy bosses, Mary and Guise. Fuck paying taxes, let’s dodge them all. I was hardly making a small fortune anyways.
How can I buy a car, buy a house without clever tax evasion? How can I become a rich man?
Dave had plenty of legal tax evasion techniques, being a highly educated intellectual after all!
While Allen Zhang was still worrying about the bar’s business model, the thoughtful deputy boss, Guise, brought over a chilled glass of Brandy, knocking on the door.
After getting permission, she walked in, closed the door behind her, and put the drink on the table.
"Boss, do you have time right now?"
Allen Zhang could tell from her breezy outfit what good things she had in mind, and immediately said, "What’s with closing the door? If you don’t help with the customers outside, can Mary handle it by herself?"
"Boss, there aren’t that many customers in the bar right now. I think, compared to serving our gods, the boss’s physical and mental health issues are more worthy of attention," Guise moved closer, directly sat on his lap, wrapped an arm around his neck, and leaned in for an affectionate collision.
"Don’t you have a boyfriend?" Allen Zhang kept it professional, sitting unaffected, wondering if his charm was really that great?
But to keep the staff more focused on work, he decided it was time to make a sacrifice.
"Boss, once you’ve experienced it, I guarantee there will absolutely be a next time. My boyfriend doesn’t have the right to manage my private life." Guise gave a seductive smile, tied up her hair, and squatted under the desk.
Damn it... This is premium content!
Half an hour later, Mary’s calling could be heard from outside the door, banging on it, "Guise! Are you in there? WTF! It’s working hours, what are you doing? I just stepped out for a bit, and you, you little slut, are already cornering me?"
Guise replied disgruntledly, "Fxxk you! Don’t disturb us! I’m discussing business operations of the bar with the boss, oh..."
The outside went silent, soon Mary came back, directly unlocking the door with a key, squeezing through the door slit.
Seeing the two, she scolded furiously, "Shit! I knew you were up to no good! Get back to work right now!"
"Perhaps you can ask the boss if he is satisfied with my work," the Female Knight Guise challenged.
Allen Zhang, completely the embodiment of a philanderer, helplessly spread his hands, "Mary, maybe you could’ve come two minutes later?"
"Another 15 minutes and you still wouldn’t finish!" Mary retorted, aware of the General Sect Leader’s capabilities.
Seeing that what’s done is done, she didn’t get too angry and said fiercely: "Get back to work quickly, you thieving little bitch!"