Before we knew it, it was early November, and the peach crisp production workshop in Baijia Village had been moved to the new food factory.
With the factory moved, the houses in Baijia Village became empty.
He Wenlin is waiting for the demolition and compensation for this house, so she hasn't moved it.
He Wenlin's new food factory has installed surveillance cameras, purchased a lot of equipment, and added many employees. Now it has also started mass production of peanut brittle and sesame brittle.
Samples of these two products have been shown to the various managers, and cooperation agreements have been reached.
Peanut brittle and sesame brittle have a long shelf life, so even the owners with fixed stalls have stocked up on some to try.
He Wenlin's goal is to achieve sales of 400,000 yuan for these two new products by the Lantern Festival next year!
He Wenlin assigned sales targets to each salesperson, urging them to contact stores and stock up as soon as possible.
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In mid-November, He Wenlin's fourth cake shop in the eastern part of the city opened.
Now that the cake shop is open, He Wenlin doesn't care. She only cares about the location selection and shop decoration design. She doesn't care about the specific decoration process or the work before and after the opening. She only cares about the final result.
He Ma has matured; she can handle these things.
He Wenlin was finally able to catch her breath.
Ring ring...
The phone rang; it was He Shan calling.
"Linlin, we have a complaint today. The customer is the owner of the Liren Lingerie store across the street from our cake shop. She bought a birthday cake yesterday, and found a ring in it. She almost broke her tooth, and she brought the ring to the store," He Shan said.
Did the guest say anything?
"They didn't say anything, since we're so familiar with each other, but they felt our cake shop wasn't very hygienic."
"Was the ring found inside the cake or in the cream?" He Wenlin asked. "Find out."
"I asked her, but she didn't know either. Anyway, it was in her mouth after one bite."
"How much was her cake? Refund her, and send her a box of cream puffs and a box of cupcakes. Apologize to the customer; this is our problem, and we have to admit it."
"Linlin, I know her quite well, so there's no need to refund the money. We can send her two boxes of cakes; she really likes tiger-skin cakes."
"Then send her two boxes of tiger-skin cakes, but you still need to refund the money. We want to do long-term business, and we can't neglect service just because we're familiar with each other."
"Okay, I'll go in a bit."
After hanging up the phone, He Wenlin went to the cake shop, picked up the ring, and returned to the factory. She immediately called a meeting, took out the ring, and asked with a serious expression, "Whose ring is this?"
No one uttered a sound.
"Nobody admits it?"
Still, no one spoke.
He Wenlin looked at Master Chef Ma and Master Chef Lin: "Who made yesterday's birthday cake? Who made the cake base on the night shift the day before yesterday?"
"I made the birthday cake with Yuhong," Yuan Ya said.
“I was the one who made the cake base on the night shift the day before yesterday,” Sun Jing stepped forward.
He Wenlin said with a serious expression, "The guest found a ring in the birthday cake. Don't tell me that the ring doesn't belong to three people."
Sun Jing looked at Zhang Yuhong.
Zhang Yuhong then honestly admitted, "This is mine."
“I told you on your first day that you can’t wear jewelry, and you still dared to wear a ring. Are the company’s rules and regulations just for show? This ring almost broke a customer’s tooth. If the customer had a problem with the food and choked on it, who would be responsible? For this customer complaint, I not only compensated the customer for the cake, but also sent her two extra boxes of cake as an apology. I not only didn’t find any money, but I also had to put more money into it.”
Zhang Yuhong's face turned red, and she remained silent.
After talking about Zhang Yuhong, He Wenlin then said to Yuan Ya: "Yuan Ya, you're the one who brought her here, right? She wears jewelry to work every day, didn't you know?"
Yuan Ya remained silent.
"I have said before that we food workers must pay attention to hygiene. Jewelry is not allowed, fingernails cannot be longer than two millimeters, and nail polish is not allowed. Management and chefs must not only set an example, but also check frequently. Have you done it?"
This month, 20 yuan will be deducted from Yuan Ya's bonus, and 50 yuan will be deducted from Zhang Yuhong's bonus.
Employees not only receive a base salary and overtime pay, but also performance-based bonuses, which are calculated based on each individual's salary.
In addition to penalties, there are also rewards. For example, every month there are outstanding employees who receive a direct reward of 100 yuan.
After the meeting, He Wenlin returned the ring to Zhang Yuhong.
Zhang Yuhong felt embarrassed and thought He Wenlin was making a mountain out of a molehill.
After He Wenlin left, Yuan Ya said to Zhang Yuhong, "You should trim your nails quickly, so that I don't lose money because of you. Go outside to trim them, don't trim them in the workshop, otherwise they'll bounce everywhere, and it would be a problem if they bounced into the cake."
Zhang Yuhong didn't say anything, and this time she obediently went to get her hair cut.
After getting off work that evening, Zhang Yuhong returned to her rented apartment and told her brother, Zhang Xintian, that He Wenlin had taught her a lesson.
Why was she lecturing you?
"I was so unlucky, my ring fell into the cake, and they scolded me in front of so many people at the factory." Zhang Yuhong felt upset whenever she thought about it, feeling like she had lost all face.
“I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m working myself to the bone all day without getting paid,” Zhang Xintian said. “I can’t even afford to go online.”
“If I paid you a salary, you wouldn’t be working this much,” Zhang Yuhong said. “If I paid you a salary, you wouldn’t be able to go to work until after nine o’clock.”
Zhang Xintian arrives at the fast food restaurant at 9:30 every day. After closing at noon, he doesn't go back until almost 2:30 in the afternoon. After lunch, he goes home and doesn't stay a moment longer.
Seeing his attitude, Dad He didn't say anything like, "Practice more yourself. It's better if you don't practice at all; you'll save money on materials."
"I also want to sell fried noodles now, I know how now."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuhong perked up: "Then why don't you go sell fried noodles? You're sure to make money!"
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