After throwing a tablet, the teenager took out a brand-new tablet from the side and opened a game again.

But this time, he finally opened his mouth and took care of fan MingEn.

"How many% of it is possible to bring Yehong down?"

The voice is a little tender, but there is a kind of pressure prototype of the superior.

It seems that there is a sense of oppression that the young eagle's wings have not unfolded and the momentum has begun to show, which is constantly transmitted to fan MingEn.

Fan MingEn shivered and did not dare to be slighted. He bent over and replied, "it was only 30% originally, but with Su Shao's investment, now I have 90% confidence that I can break down the night food!

After all, you are su Sheng and Su Da Shao

Fan MingEn looks at the young man in front of him with both fear and admiration.

Su Sheng, President of the sushi bank in Kyoto.

He showed his economic talent at an early age. He dropped out of junior high school and founded sushi bank.

In just one year, the bank has developed into one of the top banks in Kyoto.

There was a temple magnate who had lived in seclusion for many years. He loved Su Sheng very much and did not hesitate to write for him -

[when the abacus rings, gold is ten thousand taels].

The common people in Kyoto are guessing how much money the rich boy has in his pocket every day.

Fan MingEn didn't expect such an extraordinary genius to find him here.

But what he did not expect most was that Su Sheng was willing to invest money for fan MingEn and his anti night alliance to implement a low price strategy.

This is the source of fan's confidence.

Although fan MingEn didn't know Su Sheng's purpose, he would not refuse the pie that had fallen in vain.

This game will soon end, the tablet computer is the blue word victory.

Su Sheng's face finally has a little smile.

He glanced at fan MingEn, but his attitude was not salty: "what I want is not to break down the night food, but Yehong."

Fan MingEn looks puzzled. Is there any difference between the two?

Some, Su Sheng continued to taunt.

He got up and went out of the room.

A lazy voice came from him: "Tomorrow your account will receive another five million yuan. I hope to receive your good news in Kyoto."

"Thank you so much!"

Fan MingEn, surprised and pleased, bowed deeply to Su Sheng's back.

"Yehong, this time I will let you and your night food take off and annihilate!"

In the dim light, fan MingEn's face became more and more crazy.

...

the low price strategy has a far greater impact on night food than Yehong imagined.

There are more greedy people than he thinks.

From the next day, except for the night food, restaurants all cut prices like crazy.

50% discount, 40% discount and 30% discount...

crazy price reduction has triggered crazy consumers.

There are always diners outside the city, entering the food street to consume.

Since its establishment, the seaside food street has never experienced such a grand event like this in the past decades.

In contrast, the high price of night food seems to be out of place again.

Those who can't afford to consume night food products take advantage of this opportunity to make a big post on the Internet, accusing the black heart price of night food.

For a while, the calm egret city network forum, because of the word "night food", caused an earthquake.

Although the hands of this mess into a pot of porridge, but night Hong heart is still.

Because he knows that with the establishment of night food brand, the customers of night food have been fixed in the high-income group.

The low-cost strategy of those restaurants, of course, will absorb some low-income groups, but it will not do much damage to the night food itself.