President Du said: "This matter was decided after the club studied it. If you want to renew the agreement, you have to accept the club's appointment of store manager and accountant. Otherwise, please find another place. Oh, by the way, Jishantang is the sign of your business." It can no longer be used, because the registration information on the industrial and commercial side is a subordinate unit of Golden Land Magazine. If something happens, such as a guest suffering from food poisoning, a fire, etc., the magazine will be held responsible."
Excuses are all excuses.
Ding Xia knew this very well. They felt that the reputation of "Jishantang" had been established and the business was getting more and more prosperous, so they picked peaches against their conscience.
"Does President Wang know about this?"
President Wang is the leader of the publishing house who worked with Shao Jingwen before.
"President Wang is ill and has gone to the south for medical treatment. Now I will handle all the affairs of the club."
Ding Xia didn't know whether President Wang was really sick and unable to handle the affairs of the club, or whether he was deliberately avoiding the problem and unwilling to break up with them. In short, the current situation was that the vice president surnamed Du was fully responsible for this matter.
"The rent can be negotiated, and we can also give another 5 percentage points in terms of dividends, but the company has to appoint store managers and accountants, which is absolutely not possible."
President Wang said: "Is this what your boss means?"
Shao Jingwen was not here, and Lin Yue was once again the manager. After all, with the business philosophy of 30 years later, any advice can make the hotel more competitive, whether it is the vice president surnamed Du or the logistics director. , didn't even recognize that the man in his early thirties sitting next to Ding Xia was the boss of Jishantang.
"Yes, that's what she said."
One sentence attracted the attention of the people from the magazine.
President Du frowned and said, "Are you Zhou Bingkun, the boss of Jishantang?"
"right."
"Since Boss Zhou has made a special trip back from the south, we have to have a good talk."
Lin Yue smiled, patted the desk and stood up: "President Du, I think you made a mistake. The purpose of my return to Jichun this time is not to negotiate. I just want to test the management capabilities of my employees and negotiate with me?" You are not eligible."
After saying this, he stood up and left.
There is no doubt that this angered President Du. In his opinion, Zhou Bingkun's behavior was really arrogant. Even if Zhou Bingyi came, he had to be polite.
"Zhou Bingkun, don't forget that Jishantang is affiliated with the magazine."
"You like it so much? Just take it if you like it."
Lin Yue shook his head, opened the door and left. People like Du Donghai can never figure out what the point is. The most important thing for Jishantang to achieve today's achievements is the business philosophy that transcends the times, followed by personnel. Service, then location, food quality, advertising and marketing, interior decoration, etc. In other words, talent is the foundation.
Du Donghai and the logistics director looked at each other. They thought they could use their affiliation to control Ji Shantang and Zhou Bingkun. Unexpectedly, the other party turned the table over without even saying a few words. Isn't it said that businessmen pay attention to being friendly and making money? How come this master has such a donkey temper that he will blow up the thorns whenever he wants?
Ding Xia looked at the bewildered so-called "cultural people" across from her and felt quite sad. Did they really think that Zhou Bingkun was pointing to Jishantang's profits to repay the bank loan? In the face of absolute strength, the small moves made by magazines based on affiliations can only end up shooting themselves in the foot.
"Since Mr. Zhou has said this, there is nothing more to talk about. Please, three of you."
Hey, when the boss stepped forward, she issued an eviction order and stopped talking about it.
This...is really embarrassing.
Du Donghai's face turned dark. Originally, his promise to the magazine employees was to strive for 50% and guarantee 40%. He wanted to scare Jishantang by dispatching the store manager and accountant and force Zhou Bingkun and Ding Xia to submit, but he ended up doing warm-up exercises. Halfway through, others stopped playing with him.
"This is what you said, don't regret it."
"President Du, I think the person who regrets it is most likely you."
"Hmph." Du Donghai slapped the table: "From now on, you should never use the name 'Jishantang' again."
Ding Xia shrugged and smiled politely, but to the three people in the magazine, it looked more like a sarcastic smile.
…
When Lin Yue came down from upstairs, Shao Jingwen was talking to the front desk, looking very anxious.
"Editor-in-chief Shao, you're fine." He greeted with a smile.
"Zhou Bingkun! Are you back?"
"If something like this happens at Jishan Hall, I'll have to come back and take a look."
Gu Qi Shao Jingwen walked up to him and said with a hint of guilt: "Is Du Donghai here?"
"Here he is, in the manager's office. He shouldn't be leaving yet."
"Then you...promised him?"
"How can it be!"
Lin Yue said: "Do you think I am the kind of person who allows others to threaten me?"
Shao Jingwen sighed and said: "I didn't expect it to be like this. I had known it would be like this...sigh."
"What's the point? People die for money and birds die for food. This kind of thing can't be stopped."
"Then what are you going to do? Or... file a lawsuit? Anyway, I'm retired and I'm not afraid of offending people like Du Donghai. I'll help you testify in court to prove that the magazine hasn't helped Jishantang in all these years. We also share 20% of the profits every year, so we should be able to win.”
Needless to say, this old man is quite down-to-earth and responsible.
Lin Yue patted him on the shoulder: "I accept your wishes. Let's do it. It doesn't need to be so complicated. I don't have so much time and energy to spend on litigation. No matter who it is, it doesn't matter who wants to take advantage of me." Before you bite a piece of meat, you must first be prepared to break your front teeth."
Shao Jingwen was about to respond to his complaint when thumping footsteps came from above. Du Donghai brought the logistics director and the young man to the hall. When he saw Lin Yue and Shao Jingwen, his already ugly face became even more ugly. Gloomy.
"Isn't it just a restaurant? Let's do it ourselves!"
Lin Yue said: "Okay, on the opening day I will ask someone to buy two flower baskets and send them over."
Du Donghai glared at Shao Jingwen and walked away angrily with his men.
"Editor Shao, I want to know what role Wang Youze played in this matter." After watching the three people leave, Lin Yue turned his attention to Shao Jingwen's face.
"Old Wang, he didn't want to speak out of conscience, and he didn't want to offend Du Donghai, so... he asked for sick leave."
"Okay, I understand."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because someone has to bear the consequences for this matter. There is always a debtor and a wrongdoer. I can't kill innocent people, can I?"
Shao Jingwen's expression changed. Hearing the hidden meaning of Zhou Bingkun's words, was he planning to retaliate against Du Donghai? is it possible?
"Mr. Zhou."
Ding Xia interrupted the conversation between the two people: "If Jishan Hall closes, what will we do...?"
Not just her, the front desk and receptionists who realized what was happening looked at him eagerly, knowing that everyone was pointing at Jishantang to eat.
"When we first negotiated with Editor Shao, the lease period started from the completion of the renovation. Calculating, there is still more than a month. During the Chinese New Year period, we will be open for business as normal. After that, we will confirm everyone's intentions. If we don't want to continue with you, we will follow N +1 standard severance package to make a living on my own, I want to continue working with you...I will go to Beijing for training in mid-March, and I will notify you of future arrangements."
"N+1? What is N+1?" Shao Jingwen asked a somewhat presumptuous question.
Lin Yue winked at Ding Xia and asked her to explain to Editor Shao. He walked to the door of the hotel and looked outside in silence. Editor Shao and Zheng Juan were very nervous when they heard the people from Golden Land Magazine were thinking. It was a pity for Jishantang, but from his perspective, he didn't take it seriously at all.
First, Jishantang, which makes 100,000 yuan a year, is a giant to people like Zheng Juan, but to Shencheng Group, it is just a small unit of the business puzzle; second, just like he paid for Uncle Ding Just like engineering projects in Jichun to develop skills, Jishantang is an experimental field for cultivating catering talents. After all, to change people's thinking, we have to proceed from reality. Now that the talent pool is sufficient, the stage of Jishantang is... a bit small. Third, when he decided to obtain the operating rights under the name of Golden Land Magazine, he had anticipated that there might be financial disputes and had already been mentally prepared.
"So many?" Shao Jingwen walked to his side: "Bingkun, I finally know the reason why you are not in Jichun and Jishan Hall has been operating normally without any major mistakes."
Lin Yue did not respond to his emotion, and still looked straight into the distance.
"What are you looking at? So fascinated?"
He pointed to the four-story building diagonally opposite: "Look at it."
"What's so cool about it?"
Shao Jingwen was very familiar with it. The old building of the electric wire factory, the old neighbor of the magazine, had been built for more than ten years, and the paint on the exterior walls was peeling off.
"Of course it looks good, because I bought it three months ago."
"ah?"
