Chapter 188: The leader of the song and dance troupe, why did she come in person?

A few days later, I delivered the "herbs" and body lotion to Mr. Chen's office and explained in detail how to use the medicine.

A week later, Mr. Chen called me and asked me to come over.

I figured out what was going on.

As soon as we entered the outer room, Secretary Ma stood up, pursed his lips, and indicated that we should go to the inner room. Mr. Chen, who was reading documents, also pursed his lips and indicated that I should sit down.

Secretary Ma came in to pour a cup of tea and closed the door when he left.

Mr. Chen closed the folder, walked over and sat down, took out a cigarette and gave it to me, then lit it for himself.

He put down the lighter and said, "I'll give you a reward of 17,000 yuan, which is much better than what Mr. Liu gave you."

"Not itchy anymore?"

"At least I can sleep peacefully at night."

"Then I'll help you pick some more. This disease is difficult to cure. It will take a long time."

"I'm not thinking about a cure, just something that allows me to sleep peacefully. In history, Zeng Guofan suffered from itching. Given his status, he could have found any famous doctor. In the end, he even married a concubine who was specifically responsible for scratching the itches."

I smiled and said, "I have a guess, I don't know if it's right."

"Tell me."

"At the time, some people advised Zeng Guofan to seize the opportunity to overthrow the Qing Dynasty, but he refused. He was probably too itchy to live and had no interest in becoming emperor."

"It's possible, Shanhong. Even though it's not a serious illness, it keeps you awake. To be frustrating, sometimes you even want to die."

"No wonder Zeng Guofan wrote in his diary that he just wanted to get into the Shuaiyan Box as soon as possible. Shuaiyan Box is a Hunan dialect word that means coffin."

After we chatted for a while, I put forward my first request: to start a night talk.

Mr. Chen didn't express his opinion. He stood up and walked to his desk, picked up a folder and flipped through it. He made a phone call before coming over and sitting down.

It makes me confused.

He took a sip of his tea and said, "I totally agree."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the hotel manager Qiao walked in. Mr. Chen didn't even ask him to sit down. He asked, "I just saw the plan you submitted. The Provincial Psychology Association is going to hold a meeting here in January?"

Manager Qiao, wearing glasses, leaned forward and nodded.

"You need Zhang Qingruo to talk to them and waive all fees. The hotel will sponsor an additional 100,000 yuan, on the condition that the hotel becomes a supporting unit of the society. Wan Shanhong will hold a position in the society. You guys go and discuss the details." After saying that, Mr. Chen waved his hand and Manager Qiao left.

I was completely dumbfounded and thought that the reason why Mr. Chen became an entrepreneur was because he had a big vision.

"Thank you so much."

"If we're going to do it, we'll do it on a larger scale. We won't limit it to hotel guests. Anyone willing to pay can come for psychological counseling. Because the more famous you are, the more followers you'll attract once Taiyi Temple opens."

You are just abbot in name only, you don't have to go there. But the more influential you are, the more people will go there."

"You have foresight. Speaking of Taiyi Temple, I went to see it last time and saw that the Sun Viewing Platform and Taiyi Temple were almost completed. When will the opening ceremony be held?"

"What do you think?"

"Speed ​​up the process and hold it before the Lunar New Year."

Mr. Chen called Lao Xiao and said, "We will finish the work at Taiyi Temple by mid-January. Don't mention any difficulties."

After hanging up the phone, he asked, "Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I plan to hold a sun-viewing performance on the night of the opening. I've already thought of the plan. From now on, I'll perform it on every major festival and make it a special feature."

"The idea is very good. I'll leave it all to you. I need people and money. Just write a detailed plan."

"Do you have any other requests? Including personal ones." Mr. Chen seemed to see through my thoughts.

"No."

"Psychological counseling will have to wait. Thank you again for that prescription."

Coming out of Mr. Chen's office, I knew he would agree even if I mentioned Yifan's matter.

However, capitalists need you to make a contribution before they feel your money is worth it. Bainiao Lake is still in its infancy, and we haven't seen any results yet. Taiyi Temple was developed by them in the early stages, and my contribution was minimal.

After coming here, I just accompanied him on social events and business trips. If you give him a prescription and ask for too much, he will agree, but he will feel uncomfortable.

When I returned to the room, Brother Shi came over.

He said, "My dear brother, you're busy, and so am I. Sometimes you're on business trips, sometimes you come home very late, and sometimes you have a room full of people. Sometimes you go back home to live. We see each other less often than we did in Wuxiang."

"How's your work going?"

"We're launching a full-braised feast on January 1st. This chef is quite good. I used to mainly braise beef, but now he wants me to try braised pork and lamb. These days, the two of us are scouting around the streets looking for famous braised food shops to try."

"No wonder it's hard for me to touch you."

"I still have to come out. Although the head chef doesn't know my secret recipe, he has a lot of ideas. The name he chose has a good meaning."

"At home you sell goods, here you sell culture."

"Yes, he made a dish out of beef tendon. He named it 'Oxford', and then stewed beef offal with Chinese herbs and named it 'Newton'. This table of dishes is called the 'Oxford Newton Entrance Examination Banquet'."

I laughed out loud.

Shi Ge said, "The name is one thing, but the chef also has a unique skill in coloring the beef tendon. After braising, it has a sauce color, but with a little bit of his work, the sauce color disappears and it becomes translucent. It makes you hungry just by looking at it."

"For such a big hotel, the head chef must be very skilled. Otherwise, how could he get such a high salary? After this busy period, the two of us who didn't study abroad should have a good meal and a table of beef stew."

Brother Shi smiled, and then he left because he had something else to do.

I called Yifan over and said, "Go to the group's public relations department and contact them. I'm looking for three female dancers. Young, beautiful, and over 1.6 meters tall. We're rehearsing a daily show."

"What does it mean to chase the sun?"

"Chasing the sun."

"Okay." Yifan accepted the task and left.

After a while, the public relations department called and asked, "Mr. Wan, is the provincial opera troupe okay?"

"OK."

"Do you want a dance director?"

"No, I'll be the director."

"well."

I pulled out the "Daily" plan and made some revisions.

At this time, Mr. Chen called and said, "Shanhong, you're just a figurehead at Taiyi Temple. We need a dedicated abbot. Lao Xiao recommended someone from Zhongnan Mountain. I interviewed him, but he's too old-fashioned. Can you recommend someone?"

"I'll make a phone call."

I called Nanxi and told him about my transformation. Then I asked, "Can you find me a younger abbot?"

He smiled and said, "You've come to the right person. I'm the abbot now, and I'd like to recommend a capable assistant to you. His surname is Zhang, and his name is Shiyu. He's 25 years old, but you have to be the abbot in name only. He can take care of the daily work, and he's very knowledgeable, so don't worry."

"Okay, send the photos over and let our boss take a look."

In about three minutes, he sent me photos and information. I took them to Mr. Chen, who looked at the photos and said, "Okay. As long as it's not too pedantic."

I called Chang Nanxi to discuss some details. He asked, "Do you set the salary too?"

I smiled and said, "I have the final say on matters concerning Taiyi Temple."

The two of us hadn't seen each other for a long time, so naturally we chatted enthusiastically. A phone call kept coming in, and I said to Nanxi, "Let's talk next time."

I checked the missed call and it was from an unfamiliar number.

At this time, the number called again: "Hello, is this Mr. Wan Shanhong?"

"Who are you?"

"Guyu. From the provincial song and dance troupe."

Those who give their names first are usually well-known; those who give their work units first are usually powerful. The voice is clearly that of a middle-aged woman.

I tried to say, "Captain Gu?"

"Yes, yes. Mr. Wan, I'd like to come over for a moment."

I thought about it and said, "Let's do eight o'clock in the evening. I have an event in the afternoon."

"OK."

A small dance, the troupe leader wants to come over, what does it mean? Is it that Xu Niang is middle-aged and still wants to play a role?