Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
Some units have already started working, while others have not yet and will have to wait until the seventh and eighth day of the lunar month.
Jishantang has never been closed. Firstly, the new year is getting better and better, and people's living standards have improved significantly. Secondly, state-owned restaurants have been closed, and some are on holiday, so there is less competition. Business is especially hot during the New Year days. , of course, at the cost of tripling the waiter’s salary.
Speaking of New Year's Eve dinners in restaurants, it was very rare in the early 1980s. In order to cultivate people's consumption habits, Lin Yue asked Ding Xia to post a notice at the door of the hotel, offering a 20% discount to anyone who reserved a table during the Spring Festival.
Yes, the profit margin per table has dropped, but word of mouth has spread. Other state-owned restaurants have closed their doors. Not only does it operate as usual but also offers discounts to diners. In addition, it is linked to the Spring Festival, a major festival once a year, and there is no need to pay. Flyers, hired cars for parades, etc., spread by word of mouth among people with spending power, are enough to make the name "Jishantang" spread quickly among the groups returning home for the New Year.
"Old Yao, why do you want to come to the Northeast during this Chinese New Year?"
"Hey, I'm not your sister-in-law. I miss the place where I used to jump in the queue, and I want to come to Jiangliao to see it. It's the Chinese New Year, so I took me on the train to the northeast. On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, I'm going to the Corps. After a while, I came to you on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
The waiter walked in front, followed by Zhou Bingyi and Yao Lisong, followed by Dong Weihong and Hao Dongmei, whispering about the past in Wudaojiang Commune. .
"Look at your face. You are a lot fatter than when you were in the Corps. It seems that conditions in the south are good."
"That's true. The climate in the south is good. It's not like the Northeast. Once September is over, it's like shaking an ice cellar. You have to bring a stick to urinate in winter."
Zhou Bingyi was happy when he heard this: "Old Yao, you are still so funny when you talk."
"By the way, I'm coming to the Northeast this time. Firstly, I want to take your sister-in-law back to her hometown and visit friends. Secondly... did you write last time that your sister-in-law was cured of her illness?"
"Yes, okay, I just get confused occasionally."
"Now that my aunt is fine, shouldn't it be time for you to think about your future? Are you interested in going to the south with me? Let me tell you, Shenzhen is developing very fast now, and our leaders cherish talents very much. Just like me. , can be entrusted with important tasks, you will definitely have a better future than me when you get there."
Zhou Bingyi shook his head: "I'll forget it. I'm used to staying in Jichun. I can't leave it and I can't bear to leave it."
Yao Lisong said with a smile: "You can't bear to leave your younger siblings, right?"
These words touched Zhou Bingyi's heart, and he really couldn't bear to leave Hao Dongmei. After all, Shenzhen and Jichun were in the south and in the north, so they were too far apart.
"Hey, Lao Yao, you are quite familiar with our Ji Chun."
"Why do you say that?"
"I chose our famous hotel here for the first time."
"Really, Wei Hong chose her. I don't know what I talked about with the waiter at the guest house. She turned around and asked me to bring her here for a good massage."
While the two were talking, Zhou Bingyi suddenly frowned, took two steps forward and stopped, with a trace of hesitation on his face.
"What's wrong?" Hao Dongmei asked him.
"You guys go to the box first, and I'll go to the toilet."
"oh."
Yao Lisong and the others didn't think much and followed the waiter.
Zhou Bingyi took two steps back and approached the box next to the corridor.
Maybe someone thought the room was too choked, so he opened the door a crack. Looking over, he could see a middle-aged man sitting by the window, wearing a pair of glasses and looking polite.
He had met Gu Gai, the editor-in-chief of Golden Land Magazine, and remembered that his name was Shao Jingwen.
But the reason why he stopped to eavesdrop was because they were talking about someone, his younger brother Zhou Bingkun.
"President, I did the math and found out that the total dividends given to us by Jishantang this year is 21,000 yuan. Based on 20% of the net profit, Jishantang earned more than 100,000 yuan this year."
"100,000?"
"100,000?"
There was a lot of discussion inside.
Someone said: "So much? Didn't Bingkun get paid this week? Putting aside the amount given to us, a person can get more than 80,000 yuan a year. This day brings in almost 300 yuan, which makes me half a year's salary in one day... 6 months' salary. .”
"President, you think it would have been great if our magazine had run this store. Then wouldn't the employee benefits be among the best among public institutions in Jichun City? Maybe the superiors will be happy and you can get promoted to a higher level. Half a level."
"Old Qian, what are you talking about? Jishantang can reach its current scale because Zhou Bingkun manages it well. Look at the decoration, the service, and the quality of the food. Which of those state-owned restaurants can compare? After all, we are all educated people, and we should pay attention to the source of drinking water and not be too selfish."
This voice...that's right, Shao Jingwen.
"Hey, Lao Shao, I'm just talking. Look at you, why are you still angry?"
"..."
The conversation in the box continued, but Zhou Bingyi could no longer listen because it was too shocking.
If Shao Jingwen was not here, he would suspect that the people in the magazine were talking about Zhou Bingkun as someone else, but now...
This time he finally understood why Shao Jingwen took people to take family photos for Lao Zhou's family on New Year's Eve. Why? for money!
100,000 yuan a year.
What concept? With his current salary, he will never be able to earn it in his lifetime.
Jishan Hall belongs to Bingkun. In other words, Jishan Hall is an asset of the old Zhou family?
No wonder he bought a down jacket for Yueyue. It turns out that his younger brother is so rich.
"Hey, what are you doing? I've been waiting for you."
At this time, a person patted him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw it was Yao Lisong.
"No...it's nothing. I just tripped when I was going upstairs. I held on to the wall and calmed down a lot."
He didn't want the people at the magazine to know that he was eavesdropping, so he quickly took Lao Yao's hand and left, heading to the Wintersweet Hall.
Dong Weihong chose the box because it matched Hao Dongmei's name.
However, Zhou Bingyi's mind was no longer here, not even on the meals. Yao Lisong and Dong Weihong were delicious, but for him, the meal was filled with mixed flavors and mixed emotions.
After dinner, Dong Weihong wanted to visit nearby attractions. Zhou Bingyi handed over the task to Hao Dongmei on the grounds that he had drunk too much and was too drunk to go back to rest.
He told Yao Lisong and others that he was going home, but actually went to the optical film because the matter was so big that he had to tell Zhou Zhigang and Li Suhua immediately. However, he parked his bicycle and opened the door and walked in. In the main room, he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the back room. Li Suhua remained silent. Zhou Zhigang sat angrily opposite the door and said with a straight face: "Don't say anything, I don't agree with this."
