The two walked towards Zheng Juanjuan.
Qian Xiaoni: "Sister Juan, is the manager's behavior good news? Or bad news?"
"Bad news."
Jiang Shushu was completely impressed: "Sister Juan, how did you tell that? Forget about his expression, I don't think the manager even raised an eyebrow."
Qian Xiaoni: "Even the footsteps are the same."
"Haha, you two are very observant. Actually, I didn't notice it either. But, I was close just now. When the manager looked around at the guests in the hall, I heard him sigh deeply. That sigh was full of resentment."
Jiang Shushu, Qian Xiaoni: "..." I can't learn it, I really can't learn it, I can't help but admit it, even the sound of resentment can be heard in their breath.
"Okay, stop guessing, we'll find out when we have lunch."
During lunch, everyone stopped eating and looked at Zheng Dayong, wanting him to explain whether it was true that the state-owned restaurant was going to close.
Zheng Dayong took a look and found that there was a table of people eating in the corner. "This matter is a long story, and time is tight, so I won't talk about it here. There's no rush to leave after get off work tonight. Let's all stay for a meeting and have dinner."
Jiang Shushu: "..." Do you know that if you only say half of what you want to say and keep the other half, you'll get beaten easily?
Everyone was tormented by the news of the impending closure for a whole day. After get off work in the evening, everyone moved quickly, each pulling a stool to sit in the hall, waiting for a turning point in fate.
Zheng Dayong didn't waste any words, "I believe you have heard that some state-owned restaurants are about to close. Today I tell you that the news is correct. Our Q City is small. In order not to waste human resources, the city has decided to retain only three state-owned restaurants. I went to the meeting today to talk about this matter..." Then Zheng Dayong told Jiang Shushu and others everything that happened in the meeting.
When everyone heard what Zheng Dayong said, all they could think about was the four meals a day for 800 people. They all imagined that they had to work non-stop to feed those 800 mouths.
Everyone hasn't done it yet, but just thinking about it makes them feel tired.
"What do you think? Does anyone want to go to Ping'an Town?" If everyone wants to go, then there is nothing much to say.
When everyone heard this, they shook their heads and said they would not go.
Just kidding, no matter how tempting the five dollars are, no one would want to reach out to take it, for fear that they would have the life to get the money but not the life to spend it.
Zheng Dayong nodded in satisfaction. "It's good that no one wants to go. Then everyone has the same goal, and the next topic will be easier to discuss."
"Xiao Jiang just arrived and doesn't know much about the five state-owned restaurants. You guys only have a rough idea of what's going on. Today I'll briefly explain our current situation, and then you can share your opinions."
"Q City has five state-owned restaurants located in the east, west, south, north, and center. Their performance is ranked from highest to lowest: center, north, south, west, and east."
"Among state-owned restaurants, it has the best location. It's next to a residential area, a school, a department store, and a garment factory... It has the most traffic, and its two chefs are both second-class special chefs. Its performance is the highest, and its monthly revenue is almost 1,000 yuan higher than ours.
To the north of the National Hotel, there are steel mills and hardware factories next to it... The white-cooked chef is at the third level, and the red-cooked chef is at the second level... Each of them earns about six or seven hundred yuan more than us per month.
South of the National Hotel, near a machinery factory... Although there aren't many people there, his chefs for both white and red pastries are top-notch, and many people come here for his reputation. He earns four or five hundred more per month than we do.
To the west of the state-owned hotel, there is a food factory and a plastic factory adjacent to us... The white case is of special level three, and the red case is of special level two, and their monthly salary is two to three hundred yuan higher than ours.
I won't elaborate on ours. You should all know that the closest ones are the textile factory and the food factory. Chef Han and Chef Zhang are both Special Level 2. Tell me what you think. Do you have confidence in taking third place?
When the others heard this, they felt a little depressed, because their state-owned restaurant was not last in one month, but in the last month for 12 months a year. Now they were asked to work hard to get third place, which seemed impossible.
According to Zhang Dayong, if they continued operating under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to keep their state-owned restaurant afloat. But nothing is impossible for those who set their minds to it. For the sake of the next ten years of happiness, I'm determined to fight for third place.
Han Xingwang: "Old Zhang, things are different now. The three-yearly Red Case Chef Competition will be held on the 20th of next month. You should enter. If you win, you'll be a special first-class chef. Then, people will definitely come to you because of your reputation, and your sales will definitely increase."
Zhang Yao's face darkened when he heard this, making anyone want to retreat three feet away. "Do you think I can win? I've participated twice, and each time I lost to people whose cooking skills were not as good as mine. My food was obviously better than theirs, but those three judges lied and said that others cooked better than me. What's the point of participating in such an unfair competition? Going again will only make me a laughing stock. I'm not going."
In order to coax Zhang Yao into the competition, Han Xingwang used 200% of his patience and love, "Old Zhang, your cooking skills have improved a lot in the past few years. You can definitely win this year. If you stand out in the competition, we still have a chance to fight for third place. Otherwise, we will have to cook for the same pot from now on."
Zhang Yao gets angry when he thinks about the red case competition that takes place every three years, but he gets even angrier when he thinks about having to cook a big pot of food in the future.
"Okay, I'll participate. If the judges tell lies again this year, I'll curse them to death." I've been practicing cooking since I was five, not just to stir-fry big pots, but for my future happiness. Isn't it just a competition? I'll endure it.
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