"Mr. Wang, you've visibly become much more successful than I've seen in the last few days." Jiang Xue circled around Mr. Wang with great interest, noticing that his waist had clearly thickened.
"That's all thanks to you. Your suggestions were really useful. You guys can eat whatever you want today, it's on me." Mr. Wang waved his hand and pointed to two waiters, "Take them to the private room."
Sun Ze'an looked at Jiang Xue with great satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
"Order whatever you like, I'll get you a bottle of Maotai, let's drink until we drop."
Zhao Qian happened to come downstairs and saw President Wang beaming with joy, as well as Jiang Xue and Sun Ze'an's group. She was puzzled. All they did was help make curtains and uniforms, so why were they acting so intimately now?
Seeing Zhao Qian standing there, clutching the Maotai in her arms, Mr. Wang thought to himself, "This expensive wine is only served to special guests. Why is it being served to them now? Sun Ze'an is wealthy, but they had no connection before. Could this wine be for Jiang Xue?"
"Mr. Wang, isn't she just a curtain maker? Why is she spending so much money?" Zhao Qian really couldn't figure it out.
Mr. Wang gave Zhao Qian a cold look and said, "Don't look down on people who make curtains. They just don't work in the catering industry. If they did, they would be much better than you."
Mr. Wang, somewhat annoyed, snatched the mortar back and said, "Go to the kitchen and tell the chef to prepare some top-quality main dishes."
After he finished speaking, he hurriedly went to the private room of Jiang Xue and her group.
"Don't be shy, order whatever you want to eat. Eat as much as you want today."
Seeing President Wang open the bottle of Moutai, Jiang Xue said, "President Wang, don't spend money, don't spend money. Our cooperation is a win-win situation."
"Don't spend any money. Let me tell you, I'll introduce you to some clients. They're my good buddies, a few of them run bathhouses. They all say my employees' uniforms are beautifully made. When you come, bring paper and pen, draw some designs, and make some nice ones for them too."
Jiang Xue nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever Brother Wang says."
But there's no such thing as a free lunch, Jiang Xue thought to herself. This Mr. Wang must want something from her, which is why he went through all this trouble.
"Sister, let me tell you, ever since I followed your suggestion last time, my restaurant's spring pancake-wrapped roast duck dish has been selling out of stock."
Jiang Xue recalled the sincere advice she had given to President Wang before placing that order; she hadn't expected it to be so useful.
"I'll do as you said, according to local tastes, and then mix in a few famous Kyoto dishes. When diners come, they not only want to enjoy the taste, but more importantly, they want to show off and have something new to eat."
As Mr. Wang gestured, he kept rambling on. Jiang Xue and Sun Ze'an's group had darkened faces and their stomachs were growling with hunger, yet they still had to listen to his grand plan.
Jiang Xue rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, and got straight to the point: "You want to ask if I have any other good ideas to recommend?"
"Yes, I came here to ask for your ideas."
Jiang Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that President Wang had gone through so much trouble.
Just then, Zhao Qian came in carrying a plate of beef hot pot.
"Let me tell you, all you have to do is say the word, and I'll give you the manager position right away. Even if you don't come here often, that's fine. All you have to do is provide the planning documents and menu plans." General Manager Wang was sincerely recruiting talent, completely unaware of Zhao Qian behind him.
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