To give companies time to prepare, the results will not be announced on the last day, but rather three to five days in advance.
So, five days before the end of the month, the official website of Haishi City released a new report document, which details the residents' vote results for the 'two-yuan lunch'.
[Nanyuan Community: 314 people participated in the vote. Fengshou Farm: 52 votes; Jinxiu Hotel: 19 votes; Xu's Catering: 239 votes; Invalid votes: 4. Xu's Catering won the right to supply the 'two-yuan lunch' to Nanyuan Community.]
[In the Nanshe area, 438 people participated in the vote. Fengshou Farm Jinxiu Hotel Xu's Catering received 272 votes. Xu's Catering won the supply rights for the Nanshe area due to invalid votes.]
[Dongmei Garden: 121 people; Harvest Farm: 79 votes; Harvest Farm wins the supply rights.]
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A total of 179 communities in Haishi participated in this voting activity. The final result was that Xu's Catering won the supply rights for 116 communities, Harvest Farm won the supply rights for 43 communities, and Jinxiu Hotel only won the supply rights for 20 communities.
Xu An wasn't interested in how many residential communities the other two companies had acquired; all he could think about was the number '116'.
One hundred and sixteen communities, with a total of 23,100 people, which is the total amount of all orders Xu's Fast Food has accumulated so far!
In other words, Xu's Fast Food would have to double its production capacity to meet the demand for the 'two-dollar lunch'.
Fortunately, Xu An was prepared. After carefully reading the official document, he contacted Han Yuanping, the manager of Xinyang Shangchu Technology Co., Ltd., and purchased eight automated cooking machines in one go.
In addition to purchasing equipment, the kitchen staff was also expanded, with eight more members of the Shanghai Disabled Persons' Federation joining Xu's Catering as full-time employees.
Looking at the neat and gleaming automated cooking equipment in the kitchen, and then at the increasing number of chefs—or rather, 'equipment operators'—who weren't very skilled in cooking, Zhou Qi felt a sudden surge of annoyance.
Zhou Qi's frustration wasn't due to the equipment or the members of the Disabled Persons' Federation, but rather the feeling that his prized skill, his livelihood, was being looked down upon and trampled upon.
The kitchen work at a catering company like Xu's Catering is already very tedious. Now that automated cooking equipment has been installed, anyone who can operate this equipment can transform into a 'chef'. Zhou Qi suddenly realized that his existence was no longer important to Xu's Catering.
A huge sense of loss enveloped him, and the naturally cheerful man unconsciously became silent, as if he had never existed in the kitchen.
Such a huge change naturally did not escape Liu Daxi's notice. However, he attributed Zhou Qi's silence to the fact that there were too many members of the Disabled Persons' Federation in the kitchen, which brought Zhou Qi a great sense of oppression, so he became silent.
"Master Zhou, shall we go for a smoke together?" Taking advantage of a break in his work, Liu Daxi took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and invited Zhou Qi to have a smoke together.
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Zhou Qi subconsciously looked in the direction from which the sound came, his thoughts snapping out of the silence. As he came to his senses, he was about to find a reason to refuse when Liu Daxi stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
With a mix of reluctance and agreement, Zhou Qi and Liu Daxi went together to a secret corner on the front street that was usually a quiet place for smoking. The corner, which was usually quite lively, was now empty except for the two of them.
Click—Hiss—Whoosh—
A puff of white smoke emerged from their nostrils, turning into two wisps of mist that floated in the air, their faces appearing and disappearing within the mist.
"Master Zhou, tell me, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere or is there some other reason?" When the fog that had enveloped them was thick enough, Liu Daxi finally spoke.
"Is there anything wrong? No, I don't." Taking advantage of the fog, Zhou Qi said something he didn't mean.
"No, judging from your disheveled appearance, it's impossible that you didn't!" Liu Daxi persuaded, "Tell me, there are only the two of us here, and only I know about our conversation; we won't tell anyone else."
I don't know if it was because of Liu Daxi's persuasion, or because the nicotine in the cigarettes numbed my nerves, or perhaps it was because the weather was nice today and this corner was so relaxing.
Just as the cigarette was about to burn down to his fingertips, Zhou Qi took a deep drag, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed the tiny red glow with the tip of his shoe, and finally spoke after exhaling a long puff of smoke.
"I just feel a little uneasy."
"Because of the newly joined members of the Disabled Persons' Federation?"
"Yes and no." Zhou Qi gave an ambiguous answer, then fixed his gaze on Liu Daxi, trying to see the expression on his face through the fog, and asked in a feignedly casual tone:
"Chef Liu, don't you feel a sense of crisis? Automated cooking equipment + ordinary people = us chefs who have worked hard for many years to get a job. Isn't that a bit unfair?"
“It is indeed a bit unfair.” Liu Daxi nodded slightly, sighed, and then laughed, “But they are only ‘chefs’ when they are using these devices. Without these devices, they are nothing. But we are still chefs even without these devices, aren’t we?”
After another long silence, Liu Daxi spoke again: "Actually, this is an extremely rare position for members of the Disabled Persons' Federation. As long as you can read and your hands and feet are functioning properly, you can do this job. The boss isn't demanding, the colleagues are all very friendly, and the salary and benefits are quite good. Everyone is very happy."
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