"Wanyue, do you need any staff at your shop?" Ye Qingqiu asked.
Qiao Wanyue: "We need someone who is pretty, eloquent, and preferably literate. We also need an accountant and two sales clerks. Professor Ye, if you have any connections, you can introduce me."
Ye Qingqiu said, "I have a niece from my maternal family. She's great in every way, except that she has a slight disability in her hand."
Qiao Wanyue said, "Disability is fine, but it can't affect the packaging, and there can't be feelings of inferiority or a desire to retaliate against society. I can accept anything without these things."
"No, she just had two fingers broken when she was a sent-down youth a few years ago. No one wanted to hire her. Don't worry, she's always been positive and optimistic. Her family can support her. It's just that she's afraid of being a burden on her family."
"Please have her come over so I can see her."
She won't want someone who isn't right for her.
In the afternoon, Ye Qingqiu arrived with her niece.
She wore a light green long dress and her hair was tied into two braids, making her look like a girl from the Republican era. Qiao Wanyue thought that this outfit was very suitable for the decoration of her shop.
"Hello, I am Qiao Wanyue, the store manager."
"Hello, Sister Wanyue. My name is Ye Yun. My aunt said you don't mind that I am disabled."
Qiao Wanyue said, "I only care whether you can sell my products and whether you know how to package them. I don't care about anything else."
Ye Yun looked at the girl in front of her, who was only a few years older than her, and who was far more open-minded than herself. She didn't care about being disabled, only about whether she had achieved her goal. Her hands, which had been hidden in her sleeves, gradually came out.
Qiao Wanyue caught a glimpse of her hands out of the corner of her eye—horrible scars. The young girl loved her appearance the most; with such scars on her hands, she must have cried countless days and nights.
But at least he survived.
She looked up and pointed to some pastries not far away. "Your task today is to sell those. If you sell them, I'll keep you. Your salary is ninety yuan, and you'll get a commission for every one you sell."
"If I can't sell them, I won't keep people here to eat for free."
Ye Yun hadn't expected it to be so simple.
"that's all?"
Qiao Wanyue tilted her head, "Not enough?"
Ye Yun shook her head, "No, aren't you going to ask me how I got hurt, or if it will affect my work?"
"Why ask? If you can sell it, no matter what method you use, as long as you have the ability, I'll pay you, that's enough."
"Oh, right, I don't have time here. After you finish selling, go to your aunt's place tonight and let me know." Qiao Wanyue turned and left after saying that, as she still had to work on the restaurant's renovation.
Ye Yun stared blankly at the empty shop and Qiao Wanyue, who had left in a hurry.
A strange sense of confidence welled up inside me.
She insisted on staying here.
The restaurant's renovation was done by people recommended by Ye Qingqiu. They were honest and good at their work, so Qiao Wanyue entrusted the task to them with peace of mind.
When I went back to the restaurant, it had been completely renovated.
She settled the payment in person, and the worker left.
Qiao Wanyue observed some restaurants across the street. Her shop had a great location, situated at a crossroads in the city center, opposite a state-run restaurant, and surrounded by several private restaurants.
She plans to open a hot pot restaurant, along with some snacks.
Let's get right to it.
The first thing to do is to prepare the pot.
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