China Marketing Criticism Series 5- radish fast does not wash mud in the end harm to whom-.docVIP

 PAGE \* MERGEFORMAT 8 China Marketing Criticism Series 5: ‘radish fast does not wash mud’ in the end harm to whom? New Year’s Day, and I with two friends out to dinner with. Right at the entrance near the new large-scale opening a chain of congee shop, we decided to go Chang Changxian. The congee shop has just opened less than a week, shop, shop fitting a new road parking space in front of the dining cars into the shop only to see them still doing ‘consumption of 100 yuan to send 50 vouchers ‘promotional activities, sit down, the waiter heard the introduction, we have further aware of this congee shop based in Beijing, this is just one of the branches join. Since this store opened near congee, plus another New Year’s Day, so the store people coming and going, it really festive. Thus, we find a lounge to enjoy the scenery outside the window, and then a single starting point. We point four vegetables, three bowls of porridge, and then began and so on. This time, we continue to hear the grievances of customers around the seat sound, not far from a family of four meals eaten in a net photosynthesis could be the last there is a dish not on the delay, until the waiter came, when the angry The male clients had been put on coat, ready to go check out the. Another family meal, the staple food of rice to wait for half an hour has not yet up, a woman customer demands constant attendant greeting drained away, we saw, feel this congee shop processes and management are some problems, and this is a congee restaurant chain can be copied ah? We are a single point, when the position parallel to another over a pair of mother and daughter, they seemed to have something to do, so a quick search of food, it seems there are two bowls of porridge. This will speed congee shop is still good, our vegetables and porridge have not yet up, they have started on the dishes, and then, we have begun to dish up one after another. May we ate about half an hour, the foreman’s over, tell no