"Five hundred thousand..." The proprietress still wanted to give it to Han Fei.
Han Fei waved his hand: "Keep it for having children. With these savings, you can have children without worry, right?"
Han Fei pointed to the gourd-shaped sculptures in his yard and laughed, "From now on, boss..."
"Grandpa Han, please don't call me boss anymore. My name is Zhang Jianguo, and my wife's name is Chen Meilan."
“Okay, I’ll call you Jianguo. From now on, you and I will both be my assistants. I’ll have the little boss pay you both. There are a lot of things about Baozi that I need to keep an eye on, Jianguo. When things get busy, you can help out. If you’re not busy, you can start trying to conceive. After the baby is born, you can let the child play with them and also help me take care of Xiaoqi and the others.”
The proprietress nodded vigorously and smiled brightly: "Okay, honey, I have complete peace of mind knowing you're with Grandpa Han, so I can focus on getting pregnant."
"Old Xu, over at the orchard, you've officially opened an agricultural products company, and everything's been taken care of?"
"Yes, social security contributions have been paid for all fruit farmers."
"The steamed buns issue can't proceed quickly right now. First, we'll register Zhang Jianguo and Chen Meilan under the name of the agricultural products company and pay their social security contributions."
"no problem."
Han Fei called Han Chengda over: "From now on, Uncle Zhang Jianguo and Aunt Chen Meilan will be my assistants and help me with some things. When you pay their salaries, just transfer the money from the Bing Tang Hulu account first."
Han Chengda asked, "How much salary do you get?"
"I'll leave it to you to handle. Don't you use a computer for accounting? The commission from the candied hawthorns is also with you. You can decide how much to pay."
Han Chengda frowned, looking troubled: "I don't know how much to give."
Han Fei patiently said, "Let's start with a trial period salary of 5,000. Once we've finalized the deal with the steamed bun distributor and made some progress, we'll raise their salaries. If sales are good at the end of the year, we'll give them a bonus."
"What do you think?"
The boss beamed with delight: "Five thousand per person? Old man, even after a month of hard work running a steamed bun shop, our net income is less than ten thousand! After deducting rent, water bills, and other miscellaneous expenses, a net income of seven thousand a month is considered good, and we're still under immense pressure!"
The proprietress laughed and said, "Don't call me 'old man' anymore, from now on you should call me 'boss'! Boss, you are our great benefactor!"
...
After Yu Xunteng received the recipe for scallion and pork flower rolls, he immediately went to the OEM factory and had people process the rolls according to the recipe.
“Young Master Yu, the braised pork in this recipe can’t be made in a short time.”
How long will it take?
"From marinating the bacon to draining it and then drying it, it takes at least a week."
"Shorten it! I'm only giving you three days!"
"But the ingredient list is too complicated. It requires fruit wood and pine needles to be smoked for 24 hours. It will take us time to find a large amount of pine needles and fruit wood."
"Stop talking nonsense. If the money is right, none of this is a problem! Just cut down the fruit trees and you'll have fruit trees. Cut down a few pine trees and you'll have a lot of pine needles!"
Three days later, Yu Xunteng visited the OEM factory again.
When the factory owner saw him, he tried to run away, but was subdued by his four bodyguards.
The factory owner, with his feet dangling in the air, said with a bitter face, "Young Master Yu, the time was really too short. The smoked bacon won't achieve the taste you want at all."
"Where is the finished product?"
"A batch of finished products has been made, but... well, you'll know once you taste it."
"Put him down."
Four bodyguards threw the man to the ground. The factory owner stood up in a sorry state, not daring to be angry, and could only smile obsequiously: "Young Master Yu, I'll lead the way for you."
When Yu Xunteng saw the scallion and pork rolls that looked exactly like the ones from the steamed bun shop, he nodded in satisfaction. He picked one up, brought it close to his nose, and could clearly feel the difference even before eating it.
He patiently opened his mouth and took a bite, his face turning very dark.
The problem isn't just with the cured pork; even the scallions taste wrong!
Yu Xunteng threw the half-eaten scallion and pork roll at the factory owner's face, furious: "I spent so much money, and this is the kind of garbage you give me!"
The factory owner, clutching the half of his face that had been hit, said in a humble voice, "Young Master Yu, the time was really too short. It's difficult to achieve the dry and fragrant texture of the cured pork."
"Ha! Putting aside the cured pork, explain to me why the scallions taste wrong too! That shouldn't be difficult, right? Are you trying to pass off inferior goods as superior ones?"
"These scallions are from the wholesale market; they're already the best quality."
"Then explain to me why it tastes different from the steamed buns from the shop!"
"Young Master Yu once let me try the scallion and pork steamed buns from the steamed bun shop, and I immediately thought that the scallions might not have been bought."
"Not bought?"
"I suspect that they grew these onions themselves, and they are natural onions without pesticides. I ate these onions when I was a child. They were very fragrant and were grown by my family. Only natural organic onions grown by themselves can have such a good taste. They don't turn yellow even if they are steamed for too long, and they remain very green."
"Heh, the cured pork says there's not enough time, and the scallions say they're grown by someone else. Well, let me ask you, I spent so much money, what can you give me in return?"
"Young Master Yu, perhaps... perhaps we can get our supplies from the steamed bun shop owner."
"Purchase goods?"
"Braised pork is actually a craft, and mass production by machine will definitely not taste good. We can hire the couple who own the steamed bun shop to make braised pork for us, and also ask them where the scallions come from. If they really grow them themselves, we can buy them from them."
"Damn it! This will increase my costs! And most importantly, the braised pork and scallions are in someone else's hands. How am I supposed to do business with Henry? If that couple stops providing the braised pork and scallions, should I switch to selling sliced steamed buns?"
The factory owner was so anxious he was scratching his head: "Young Master Yu, do you think they already knew we couldn't complete it on our own? Otherwise, why would they so easily give up the formula?"
Yu Xunteng's face darkened further, and he stormed off with a flick of his sleeve.
When Yu Xunteng arrived at the steamed bun shop with four bodyguards, the shop had already changed its signboard. Upon asking, he learned that the original owners of the steamed bun shop had long since left, and even after losing their deposit, they were unwilling to stay.
One of the bodyguards asked, "What if they take the money and run?"
Another bodyguard lowered his voice: "Isn't that obvious! They definitely took the money and ran! Are you expecting the young master to come knocking on their door to settle accounts?"
Yu Xunteng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He spun the fruit knife in his hand rapidly. Suddenly, the blade cut his fingertip. He didn't wince in pain; instead, he laughed out loud because of the pain: "Fine! You tricked me, huh?"
"Find out where they've escaped to. Even if they're at the ends of the earth, I'll make them pay!"
The bodyguards were very efficient, or rather, the two of them hadn't even left the city, so they weren't hard to find at all.
"Young master, they are currently working at an agricultural products company in this city as the boss's assistants."
"Huh? You took two million from me and are still working in this city?"
"Young Master, I've also found out some information." The bodyguard hesitated before speaking.
"explain!"
"The owner of the agricultural products company is very close to Mr. Henry."
"Is he trying to steal my business?" Yu Xunteng laughed bloodthirstyly. "Investigate! Find out everything about him!"
Not long after, the bodyguard arrived with the latest and most explosive news.
"Boss, the owner of that agricultural products company is the old man with the breakfast cart! Mr. Henry has already signed a contract with him, and they are looking for a contract manufacturer!"
"What!" Yu Xunteng plunged the fruit knife in his hand into the apple, his face grim. "Old man, you dare to ruin my plans! Are you too old to live? Contact Xiao for me!"
The bodyguard's expression suddenly changed: "Young Master, Madam instructed that you cannot contact Xiao again. The last time we obtained the dumpling recipe, it took a lot of the family's resources to erase it. It's hard to say what will happen next time."
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