Zhao Xi quickly put out the advertisement.
Many merchants with some cooking skills, yet unable to afford a shop, were tempted by the message.
The dining tables upstairs were ready to use, and the merchants only needed to add some cooking tools.
The number of applicants suddenly increased.
Xiaofeng tapped her fingers on the desk, deep in thought about something. She now needed to hire a few cooks with decent skills, mainly responsible for stir-frying as she wanted to offer fast food.
Due to the construction of high-rises nearby, there were many construction workers who could be drawn in, guaranteeing a steady stream of customers.
Secondly, combining the staff from her own supermarket with those from the ground floor mall, there were quite a few employees who could also use it as a staff canteen.
Of course, some unique snacks were needed to attract more people.
For example, the extremely popular fried chicken and French fries, as well as stinky tofu and spicy gluten noodles, which could all be served.
There were applicants for stinky tofu and spicy gluten noodles, especially for the latter.
Spicy gluten noodles are a famous local snack and a favorite among many locals, so there are not a few who know this craft.
There were also applicants for stir-fried dishes.
Soon enough, the sixteen stalls were filled. After negotiating the rent for three months later, explaining the water and electricity charges, and signing contracts, they could either decorate as they wished or simply purchase cooking utensils and raw materials to start working.
Xiaofeng planned her own ten stalls slowly. She combined three smaller ones into one large stall, turning it into a fast-food stall with a wide variety of dishes, displayed clearly for all to see.
For the remaining stalls, Xiaofeng also recruited a snack vendor from elsewhere. With a diverse range of snack types, the Gourmet City on the third floor would be even more appealing.
In other words, once you come to Gourmet City, you don’t need to go to other provinces to enjoy the signature snacks from those regions.
This greatly satisfied the cravings of many a foodie.
There were basically no problems with the food stalls, and the amusement park’s renovation was also nearing its end, with Gourmet City on the left, and the amusement park on the left.
"Sister," Fen Lou, having heard that Xiaofeng was in the office, came straight up, "tell me, can you leave me some room to survive? Just as I’m preparing to open a big restaurant, you start setting up all these food stalls. With all the delicacies at your place, who will come to my restaurant?"
"Fen Brother, you do business for the wealthy. They come to your restaurant for the ambiance. Here, people want fast food; simplicity, good taste, and affordability is what counts," Xiaofeng explained. "Customers worn out from shopping at the supermarket or taking their kids out can easily grab a bite here in Gourmet City, it’s convenient and economical."
"You, with that sweet tongue of yours," Fen Lou was rather appreciative of Xiaofeng, "I originally wanted to open a mall, but seeing how well you handle business, I knew I couldn’t compete with you, so I might as well reconcile with you."
"Fen Brother is someone who does big business; how can you compare with me? I’m just fiddling with small stuff." Xiaofeng had a feeling that Fen Lou was not a simple person.
As for why he was showing goodwill towards her, she didn’t have a clue for the time being.
Fen Lou chatted with Xiaofeng for a few moments, then left.
Xiaofeng stood by the window, looking at the building across from her. The building opposite was already under renovation; in a short while, the grand restaurant there would also officially open.
The phone rang and Xiaofeng answered instantly, "Hello?"
"Xiaofeng," He Ximei, holding Dabao, gently swaying him, said, "are you done with work? Come back quickly. I’ve felt Dabao’s forehead and it seems a bit hot."
"Okay, I’ll come right back." Nothing was more important than her child; if Dabao had a fever, of course, she had to return at once.
She went to the parking lot and started the car.
As soon as she started the car, she saw several thug-looking individuals surrounding her vehicle, blocking her way.
One of them even tapped on her car window with a cheeky tone, "Beauty, where you headed? Come out and have some fun with us."
These individuals were all quite young, in their early twenties, each sporting extremely distinctive hairstyles and visible tattoos on the back of their hands.
With identical tattoos on their hands, it was clear that these people were not simply trouble seekers; a gang had targeted her.
Rolling down the window, she looked at them with cold eyes and a thin voice, "Do we know each other?"
"Know each other, how could we not?" said the young man rapping on the window, wearing a red padded jacket and in a rascally tone, "We’ve been watching you for several days. We’ve heard you’re the boss of Baijiale Supermarket. You see, the three of us are a bit strapped for cash lately and figured we’d ask you for a loan to spend. You wouldn’t disagree, would you?"