After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

Chapter 207 Cola's 7% Taste

"Shopkeeper, why do we deliver cola instead of milk tea? You know how much effort we put into making this cola."

They originally wanted to promote the Coca-Cola brand, but they didn't expect that all the Coca-Cola they prepared today would be given away for free. How could Anxing not feel the pinch?

"You can't gain without losing, and besides, look at how no one dared to try Coke when I recommended it to them today. This is a good opportunity to let them try it."

This exploits the public's desire for free things. People will even taste excrement to see if it's free.

Of course, Ye Yuwu had great confidence in cola and fried chicken.

After all, cola and fried chicken is the favorite of 21st-century fat guys, and no one can resist their combination.

But even the most delicious food needs someone to try it. If no one tries it, who will appreciate its deliciousness?

An Xing now completely believes in what Manager Ye said.

Although he had been feeling quite distressed before, after hearing Manager Ye's words, his doubts were dispelled for some reason, and he instantly gained confidence.

Sure enough, the kitchen soon received several orders for Coca-Cola.

"As expected of Manager Ye! My thinking was too narrow-minded." An Xing thought to himself, now he admired Manager Ye to the point of prostration.

Ye Yuwu knew why An Xing was in such pain.

This cola definitely took them a lot of time to make.

Even though Ye Yuwu possesses a search system, sometimes she still has to filter information herself.

Take, for example, the "cola" incident this time.

Actually, the cola she made this time can only be considered a simplified version of ancient cola, which is fundamentally different from modern cola.

What gave her the biggest headache was figuring out how to add carbon dioxide to a can of cola!

Even after using other substitutes, the resulting taste could only barely reach 70% of the flavor of modern "cola".

But even 70% of the taste was enough to give these ancient people a little shock.

When she first made the cola, everyone at Cha Yun was worried that it wouldn't sell because the price was higher than the milk tea, and some people would probably not be used to it at first. If the first impression wasn't good, they probably wouldn't drink it a second time.

Despite everyone's concerns, Ye Yuwu was not worried at all.

Modern people find it hard to give up carbonated drinks, and people in ancient times probably found it hard to resist them either.

What he needs to do is help everyone gradually get used to the strange taste when they drink it.

It's springtime now, so there's not much demand for these drinks yet. But when summer comes, they'll definitely be popular with the people of Bianjing.

However, she will have to find a way to get more ice. How can you do without ice in the sweltering summer?

However, this is something we'll have to consider later.

Ye Yuwu no longer cared what An Xing was thinking; she was now worried about what to do about the upcoming storytelling performance.

Who would have thought that Zhou Shenghui would go to a brothel and get completely drunk at such a crucial moment? How could he possibly stand on the stage and tell stories in this state?

Ye Yuwu was at her wit's end.

Later, he learned from several of the other employees that Zhou Shenghui had done this more than once, and that he had started to slack off ever since he came to Chayunhe.

After teaching several apprentices at Chayun and Nei, perhaps feeling that he had taught them enough, he would occasionally go out drinking and have his apprentices take his place.

Ye Yuwu and An Xing were very busy and did not notice his occasional absences. Moreover, there were people who took his place in telling stories, so no one really noticed except for his apprentices.

However, his disciples were terrified of him. Besides, he was their mentor, and they certainly couldn't betray him.

This is why, after so long, no one discovered that he frequently went to brothels to drink.

Zhou Shenghui was also aware of the importance of this storytelling performance. As the number one storyteller in Bianjing, such an important task naturally fell to him.

But by sheer coincidence, the night before his storytelling performance, he craved alcohol. Looking at the night outside, he figured it would be a long time before dawn, so a little drinking wouldn't hurt. Besides, he wouldn't drink much; he just needed some hangover soup before daybreak.

Little did he know that as soon as he arrived at the brothel, the girls there kept urging him to drink. He got carried away and unconsciously drank a few more cups, eventually getting drunk.

He slept soundly until the time for the storyteller to start.

Seeing that he wouldn't be able to calm down anytime soon, even though Ye Yuwu was filled with anger, she couldn't lose her temper at this moment. Most importantly, she couldn't act rashly!

Seemingly sensing her worry, Wu Hualing stopped remaining silent and stepped forward, saying to Manager Ye, "Manager, let me go tell stories!"

"Wu Hualing?!" Ye Yuwu was taken aback when Wu Hualing suddenly stepped forward and didn't react for a moment.

Wu Hualing thought she was worried about his abilities, so he hurriedly explained, "Manager Ye, I have been studying storytelling skills for a long time. I believe that I am no worse than Mr. Zhou Shenghui. Moreover, I have practiced 'The Little Chef of Jinchao' many times in private and am very familiar with the words between the lines. There will be no stumbling when I tell the story."

He wasn't saying this to boast, but to convince Ye Yuwu to entrust the matter to him. So, when he uttered the last sentence, his eyes were filled with determination: "Manager Ye, please trust me!"

Ye Yuwu was stunned by the confidence and determination in his eyes, and for a long time she was unable to recover.

Besides him, for the time being, no one else could be thought of who to send up to tell the story.

After another cup of tea's time, amidst everyone's eager anticipation, Wu Hualing, dressed in a simple blue robe, stepped onto the stage.

The tables were already set up on the platform.

Before they came, some people already knew that Zhou Sheng was coming back to tell stories, but they didn't expect that the person on stage was a relatively unfamiliar face.

Zhou Shenghui's reputation was still quite prominent in Bianjing.

Even though everyone was puzzled as to why the person had been changed, no one voiced their doubts at this critical juncture.

Not long after Wu Hualing took the stage, he suddenly slammed a wooden board on the table.

The storytelling has begun.

Everyone has seen Wu Hualing's hard work. He is a self-taught storyteller, and he was the one who stepped up to take on the role when Chayun and Nei were without a storyteller.

He was a bit of a novice, having learned on his own without any formal instruction, but fortunately, he had a decent talent for it.

Later, Chayunhe collaborated with the people of Tianxia Tea House and sent another group of teachers to Chayunhe.

With a proper storyteller to teach him, he grew up quickly, and the storyteller who taught him would often praise him in front of Ye Yuwu.