Appropriate delegation of power

Unexpectedly, Jin Zhou really got a big bargain. He spread the news of recruiting a manager, and Qi Mingyuan introduced him to a big boss who had ten years of experience in managing Michelin-starred restaurants and had just resigned a few days ago.

Song Shuyang happened to be there on the day the boss came to visit. His name was Peng Fan. He was a man who was dressed neatly from the hair to the clothes. He didn't look very old, probably in his early thirties. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. Even though it was winter, he was still wearing a suit and a thin coat on the outside.

When Peng Fan arrived at the door, Croissant opened it for him. The two of them had a strong visual confrontation from their temperament to their clothes. They were completely opposite.

But the appearance of croissants is normal in a bar environment, which makes Peng Fan look out of place.

Song Shuyang took him to the second-floor office to discuss with Jin Zhou. He had originally planned to sit aside and listen, but unexpectedly, Peng Fan, who was meeting Jin Zhou for the first time, was completely ruthless and said directly to Jin Zhou: "I don't want any strangers waiting around while I'm talking to the boss."

Song Shuyang was dumbfounded. It was the first time in his life that he had seen someone speak so rudely to him.

Jin Zhou gave Peng Fan enough face and found a way to get Song Shuyang out of the way. "Go downstairs and keep an eye on the croissants. Don't let him drink secretly again."

After the door closed, Peng Fan frowned, "Is this how President Jin usually manages his employees?"

Jin Zhou's teeth ached at the sound of those two words, "Just call me by my name, I don't care about that much here."

Peng Fan chuckled, a bit sarcastic, "No wonder my first impression when I came in was that it was messy."

“What areas do you think need improvement?”

Peng Fan opened his lips and launched an all-round attack for a full hour.

Song Shuyang was sitting at the bar, drowning his sorrows in milk. Seeing Jin Zhou sitting down beside him with a depressed look on his face, he asked coldly, "Were you kicked out too?"

Jin Zhou grabbed a bottle of wine from the bar and took a gulp, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. "There are too many things that need to be changed."

"What did he say?"

“It is recommended to close for a week.”

"No way," Song Shuyang frowned and said, "It's closed again. If it closes again, no one will come."

Who would open a business and close it every few days? Even large fast food chains can't afford this.

"I don't think this is right either." Jin Zhou subconsciously put his index and middle fingers together and raised them to his mouth, then he realized that he had no cigarette in his hand and Song Shuyang was also next to him. Fortunately, he didn't notice.

He was really annoyed that the career he had been working on for so long was being belittled as worthless.

According to Peng Fan's idea, almost half of the employees in the store will have to be laid off and new people will be recruited.

Song Shuyang's impression of this person was completely negative. He angrily cursed, "Where did you find such a weirdo? Has he ever been to a bar himself?"

"The suggestions he made were quite pertinent, but they were a little difficult to implement."

Jin Zhou agreed with what he said. The bar is a casual place, but the operators cannot be casual too, otherwise everything will be a mess.

Previously, in the bar in Jiang City, there would be trouble whenever Jin Zhou was not watching over the place. The busier a manager was, the more it showed that there was something wrong with his management. According to Peng Fan's plan, the entire process would be formulated so that every link would be flawless and no one would need to worry about it. This also fits with his original idea of ​​wanting to get out of the trouble and do something original.

Song Shuyang was a little unhappy after hearing this, "So you really plan to let him stay?"

He was extremely unhappy about it, but if it was for Jin Zhou's career, he could force himself to get along with this person.

Jin Zhou sighed softly, "He finalized the process and left. Just be patient for two months, Zai Zai."

Peng Fan officially started work the next day and called everyone to a meeting early in the morning.

Song Shuyang was in class at the time, watching a text broadcast from Croissant. He didn't know what Peng Fan had done to him that had forced his Chinese to improve so dramatically. He sent Song Shuyang a long message: [He said I'm not allowed to drink anymore, and I'm not allowed to harass customers after I get off the stage, and I'm not allowed to go to the kitchen and steal the fruit plate. I want to go home, I miss my wife.]

Song Shuyang felt that he was both pitiful and funny, and comforted him: [It's okay, it will be fine after the big devil leaves.]

Croissant: [I think the name Great Demon King is very good, I will call him that from now on.]

Even a carefree person like Croissant is so resentful, not to mention others.

He sent another message to Jin Zhou: [I heard that Manager Peng has criticized you all from top to bottom?]

Ice Silk Ultra-Thin: [Guess who was bitten the hardest?]

Thickened and velvety: [Congratulations on spending money to find yourself a dad, are you happy? ]

For some reason he didn't reply for a long time this time. About half an hour later, Kesong told him that because Jin Zhou was caught secretly playing with his mobile phone at the morning meeting, Peng Fan called Jin Zhou to his office for a private talk after the meeting.

Song Shuyang was happy.

The person in this world who can cure Jin Zhou has finally appeared!

He really wanted to go and watch the fun as soon as the get out of class was over, but unfortunately he was busy too. The drama competition finals were scheduled for the day before Christmas, and in order to polish it up, he had arranged rehearsals almost every day.

It seemed like he had fewer scenes today, so he said hello to his senior and left early.

When we arrived at the store, everyone was sitting there sighing. Upon asking, we found out that Peng Fan had been very angry that morning and asked everyone to clearly write down their job responsibilities and work processes today, and to hand them in before 7 p.m., otherwise they would not be allowed to leave.

It was easier to write about other positions, but it was impossible to write about the remaining waiters. A girl named Xiaolin complained to him, "My job is just to serve wine and fruit plates. What can I write about this?"

Song Shuyang shook his head repeatedly, "He's crazy. This Peng guy has gone crazy."

Unexpectedly, he was caught red-handed after he had just spoken ill of someone.

Peng Fan came down from upstairs and lowered his brows in displeasure at him, "Didn't you ask for my advice?"

Song Shuyang hadn't concealed his relationship with Jin Zhou from anyone in the store, but when facing Peng Fan, he felt inexplicably guilty, as he always felt that he would scold him in person: "How can you be so young and engage in homosexuality!"

So he changed his words to something more gentle, "I'm Jin Zhou's younger brother, Song Shuyang."

"Xiao Song," Peng Fan looked at him seriously. "First of all, I don't think you, as the boss's brother, can comment on my work style. Secondly, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, please tell me in person."

Song Shuyang was speechless after hearing what he said.

It was indeed wrong of him to speak ill of others behind their backs. He bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Manager Peng. I won't do that again."

Peng Fan stopped pestering him and turned to go to the kitchen.

Song Shuyang shrugged his nose. He had never seen such a tough guy in his life. Even when Jin Zhou was the most angry, he didn't dare to give him such a look. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He ran upstairs to seek comfort from his boyfriend.

Unexpectedly, my boyfriend was in an even worse situation, having to do his homework as punishment.

"What are the ten responsibilities of a manager? What the hell are they?"

Jin Zhou buried his face in the crook of his neck, sniffed his scent, and cried, "This is the sixth edition, and he's still not satisfied."

In fact, Jin Zhou graduated from the Chinese Department and should be very good at writing these things. However, Peng Fan is too picky and always says that his writing lacks depth.

Song Shuyang didn't dare to say anything bad about him anymore. He could only pat his head and comfort him, "Write slowly. I'll accompany you."

Until ten o'clock in the evening, when everyone else in the store had left, Peng Fan was still arguing with Jin Zhou.

Song Shuyang was already sleepy, yawning one after another, with tears all over his face. If he were given a bed, he would fall asleep in three seconds.

Seeing the two people still arguing, he said impatiently, "He runs a bar, not a company. Who is he writing such detailed documents for? It's just superficial work."

As soon as the words came out, the air suddenly became extremely silent.

Song Shuyang immediately backed off, his sleepiness gone. "I was just talking nonsense, you guys continue."

Unexpectedly, Peng Fan actually started a fight with him. "I heard from Jin Zhou that you studied marketing?"

Song Shuyang swallowed hard and said "hmm".

Peng Fan turned to face him. "As a marketing major, I think you should be more aware of the importance of rules and regulations. Or do you plan to continue to do as you please in your future career?"

Jin Zhou coughed lightly, interrupting the suffocating atmosphere, "It has nothing to do with him, let's continue..."

"I heard that you often come to the store to help, so you can be considered a member of Helios," he ruthlessly interrupted Jin Zhou's attempt to explain himself, "Then please make a detailed marketing plan and submit it to me before ten o'clock tomorrow night."

Song Shuyang was stunned. He pointed at himself and asked, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Peng Fan turned around and asked Jin Zhou: "Any objections?"

Song Shuyang winked at Jin Zhou frantically, but when the Bluetooth connection failed, he lowered his voice and said, "No."

“…”

Song Shuyang glared at Jin Zhou resentfully and decided not to kiss him for three days.

Under Manager Peng's drastic measures, Helios turned into a hell on earth, emitting painful howls every day, causing passers-by to believe that it was haunted.

A week later, all the employees were completely disciplined, except Song Shuyang and Croissant.

When he handed in his homework, he was criticized for doing it perfunctorily. Peng Fan pointed at his homework and said it was a pile of dog shit. Then Jin Zhou laughed at him as if he was watching a show and said that what the dog pooped was indeed dog shit. Peng Fan said, "Don't laugh either, yours is a different pile of dog shit."

So a smile shifted to Song Shuyang's face, and his resentment also decreased a lot. He took it back and revised it carefully, and finally got the evaluation of "okay".

Business has resumed, and this time Helios has a brand new look. With the increase in staff, Jin Zhou found that he was much more relaxed. Someone was watching over the purchases, and all the ingredients and fruits in the kitchen could be traced to someone, unlike before when he had to be called on to deal with every little thing.

Everything went smoothly. Peng Fan, watching from upstairs, told Jin Zhou, "This is the benefit of establishing standardized processes. Everyone knows the boundaries of their responsibilities, so there's no chaos."

Jin Zhou said sincerely, "I'm grateful for your advice."

"Actually, delegating authority appropriately is a good thing for managers," Peng Fan turned to look at him. "Managing too much and too diversely can actually lead to mistakes. What do you think?"

Jin Zhou looked at Song Shuyang who was sitting downstairs playing games with Croissant, pursed his lips and did not answer him.

When Song Shuyang learned that the final assessment for one of his courses was to develop a complete marketing plan, he was so moved that he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Peng Fan.

He rushed to the store without stopping after finishing rehearsal. He stopped in front of Peng Fan, his face flushed with excitement. "Did you know I was going to do this assignment?"

Peng Fan, who always had a stern face and looked bitter and resentful, actually revealed a barely perceptible smile. "Technically speaking, I'm your direct senior. If you don't study hard on Dean Li's final exam, it's going to be hard to get a high score."

Song Shuyang didn't know how to thank him. As soon as the exam content was announced today, all the students complained bitterly, but he was the only one who said calmly, "I have finished it a long time ago", which won the envy of the whole class.

He thought Peng Fan was upset with him and was going crazy to make things difficult for him, but he didn't expect that he actually helped him to act big.

"Thank you so much, Brother Fan. Are you free tomorrow? I'll treat you to a meal."

Peng Fan regained his composure and said businesslike, "No need, it's just a small favor."

Song Shuyang basically remembers the good things about people and not the bad. After this experience, he felt that Peng Fan must have his reasons for everything he did, and it would be right to follow his direction in the future.

But croissants are bitter.

He heard Song Shuyang calling him "Brother Fan" and said in disbelief, "Aren't we teammates?"

"Actually, Brother Fan is a very nice person. He's really strict with you because he has his reasons."

Croissant shook his head repeatedly, "Yangyang, you have changed."

"Yes, I've changed," Song Shuyang tugged at his nonexistent tie. "I'm no longer at the age to hang out with kids like you. I'm a mature adult now. For my GPA, I choose to sacrifice my teammates."

"What about me?" Jin Zhou appeared out of nowhere and asked with great sorrow, "Don't you care whether my brother lives or dies?"

Because he was angry that he didn't defend himself that day, Song Shuyang didn't go to his house to spend the night for several days. Although the fact proved that what Peng Fan asked him to do was very far-sighted, Jin Zhou really wanted to harm him!

Song Shuyang pulled his collar and asked, "Will you dare to help outsiders bully me in the future?"

Jin Zhou said honestly, "I don't dare anymore."

"I forgive you. Make your bed tonight. I'm going to visit you."

"Okay, thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Seeing Jin Zhou leave, Kesong asked in confusion: "Why are you the one who came to...what is he?"

Song Shuyang snorted, "Isn't it possible? Your wife is so much taller than you."

Croissant thought about it and it made sense.

Peng Fan was checking the hygiene inside the store. Seeing the two of them still standing there chatting, he said sternly, "We're about to open. Don't stand at the door and ruin our image."

Song Shuyang looked at Croissant, who looked like a BJD doll, and then pointed at himself, "It affects our image, both of us?"

In the end, he was ruthlessly driven away.

Croissant said with a sad face: "I hate the big devil!"

Song Shuyang had almost gotten used to Peng Fan's businesslike style and comforted him: "Actually, Brother Fan is a pretty good person, he just speaks too harshly sometimes, but he doesn't mean any harm, and he's so capable..."

Before he could finish his words, Jin Zhou called him into the office.

Ever since Jiang Ying left, the ownership of this office has become Peng Fan's. He didn't understand why Jin Zhou called him in, but as soon as he opened the door, he was attacked by a barrage of kisses.

He was caught off guard and was kissed until his whole body went limp, and he stretched out his tongue weakly to respond.

Jin Zhou kissed him eagerly, as if he wanted to eat him up. When the kiss ended, he bit his lower lip as if to vent his anger.

Song Shuyang panted and asked, "Why did you kiss me suddenly?"

"I'm afraid you've forgotten you have a boyfriend," Jin Zhou helped him put on his coat, which had almost fallen to his elbows. "Go out. If you stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll go crazy and want to bite you to death."

Song Shuyang slapped him softly, "Are you sick?"