"Senate, take a look, our secretariat is almost flooded with invitations from all the companies."
Fu Yusun came to Zuo Mengeng to complain.
When Zuo Mengeng came back this time, the most excited people were not those from Zhuangzi, but the major families in Linqing.
Of course Zuo Mengeng knew what the reason was.
Anyway, the internal affairs are almost settled, and it’s time to plan for a larger industry.
"It's too much trouble for each family. In this way, you can give them a unified reply and make an appointment to talk about it together. What about the place? Has a new restaurant opened?"
"It's open, business is pretty good, and many people are going to try something new."
Before the expedition, in order to promote tomatoes, corn, potatoes, peppers and other Western crops, Zuo Menggeng and Qu Shiqi discussed and built a new restaurant using the open space at Chaoguan Wharf.
Because it is all decorated with glass, it complements the main store of Fuyao Group and becomes a scene in Qiaoguan.
This restaurant not only sells traditional dishes, but also develops new crops.
With Zuo Mengeng's guidance, the new dishes made are quite good.
Everyone who has eaten there has a certain understanding of the new crops, which is tantamount to a disguised form of propaganda.
However, Fu Yusun was a little hesitant when he heard that Zuo Mengeng planned to arrange the banquet there.
"Have a seat, that restaurant is not considered luxurious, I'm afraid..."
The subtext is that if the restaurant is not upscale enough, it will lose Zuo Mengeng's face.
Zuo Mengeng heard it, but didn't take it seriously at all.
"That's our own restaurant, and we don't have to pay for food and drinks. Going to other people's restaurants is a huge expense."
Hearing this, Fu Yusun couldn't help but grinned bitterly.
For this young leader, the most puzzling thing for the people below is, why can he be so frugal?
Obviously his background was not too bad, but he was also a playboy when he was young. Why did he become an ascetic after joining the army?
Zuo Menggeng's frugality has reached a level that is eye-catching.
The food and accommodation are at the same level as those of ordinary soldiers, and nothing special is done. He doesn't need anyone to serve him, he takes care of himself every day.
The official assistants are all men, and they have to be soldiers. There are not even maids.
The clothes we usually wear, except for official uniforms on some occasions, are all military uniforms. Mixed in a group of soldiers, it is almost impossible to identify him without looking at his military rank.
He, the leader, is like this, and the people below him have no choice but to imitate his example. No officer in the entire army dared to be special.
If you can drink some wine and eat some food to go with the food, it's a great little restaurant. I can only do it occasionally and don't dare to make a big deal about it.
Everyone said in private discussions that this is a leader with great perseverance, and he is also a leader who is bound to succeed.
With such people, everyone feels at ease.
What Zuo Mengeng dislikes the most is vanity.
In his opinion, banquets are just for talking things over. If it weren't for the fact that Chinese people are used to talking about things at the wine table, he wouldn't even be willing to do this.
Three days later, Chaoguan Pier, Xinsheng Hotel.
Xinsheng Hotel is the name of the restaurant, given by Zuo Mengeng.
From the public's point of view, it is not considered good, it feels very simple.
The prices of the dishes in the restaurant are indeed very affordable, and ordinary people can afford them.
Zuo Menggeng chose this name to imply that Linqing is a place of new life, and that Western crops are reborn on the land of China.
However, this restaurant, which does not seem to be high-end, is still the subject of discussion among Linqing people.
Just because the service model here is completely different from traditional restaurants.
There...is a waitress here.
Of course, there are still male waiters in the front public hall.
People like to call the store waiter, but after coming here a few times, they habitually change their name to waiter.
Only those who go to the back box to have a banquet can get the service of the waitress.
Of course, not a special service.
But after all, when drinking and having fun, it is a pleasing thing to have beautiful women serving you.
The most talked about thing is that the costumes of the shopkeeper (manager), waiter (waiter) and cook (chef) in Xinsheng Hotel are all unique.
Everyone here wears uniform standard work clothes.
As for the origin, you don’t have to think about it. It was naturally made by a quilt factory.
In short, the professionalism of the service makes Xinsheng Hotel full of gimmicks and has always attracted people to come here to spend money. Business has been good for more than half a year. Not only can it be responsible for its own profits and losses, but it can also turn over profits to Zhuangzi.
Chen Zhi has already discussed with Zuo Mengeng whether to open a branch.
Who says the ancients didn’t understand chain stores?
"Hey, second from the left, you showed off your power on the battlefield and became famous all over the world, but I was busy here writing papers and wasting my time. I think back to those days, when you and I were brothers together, we could defeat all Linqing invincibles. Good times like that are really amazing. People miss it.”
Looking at Zhang Haogu's sighing virtue, Zuo Mengeng's head was full of black lines.
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Zhang Haogu burst into tears and his whole face collapsed.
"Brother, please find someone to take care of it. I'm really tired! Do you know how long it's been since I went to Chunxiang Tower? I've almost forgotten what it's like to be a woman!"
Zuo Mengeng took a deep breath and pointed at him for a long time before two words came out of his mouth.
"Kuchiki."
Zhang Zonghuan had promised to take care of this brother. Therefore, after the Fuyao Group was established, Zuo Menggeng asked Zhang Haogu to help with management and control, which was considered as arranging something for him.
Who would have thought that it had only been one year and this guy couldn't stand it anymore.
After being scolded, Zhang Haogu still felt that he was wronged.
"You can't blame me! I think I am a general, so I should be able to work with you to make contributions on the battlefield. But you insist on me taking care of this shabby factory. Facing figures and reports all day long makes my head hurt. Hum, if I were in the army, then Amin would be killed by me."
Zuo Mengeng curled his lips and really didn't know what to say to this guy who couldn't carry his own goods.
Zhang Haogu didn't give up and asked: "Second from the left, how many rounds did you fight with that Amin? They all said that Amin was eight feet tall and eight feet in waist, and he was brave enough to be worthy of all men. What's the matter? You have to fight three hundred rounds, right?"
Before Zuo Mengeng could do anything, Liu Yiyuan burst into laughter.
"Don't listen to the nonsense outside. During the beating, we didn't even see where Amin was. It was only later that the people below dragged Amin's body over, that we knew what he looked like."
Zhang Haogu was greatly surprised.
"It shouldn't be. The storyteller said that when two armies are fighting, the generals must first fight in front of the formation to determine the winner, and then they can cover up the kill."
Huang Zongxi couldn't stand it anymore and scolded: "Which storyteller knows how to fight? I guess they are all like you. They think that shaking the cattail leaf fan can wipe out the enemy's army, right?"
Looking at Huang Zongxi's broken arm, Zhang Haogu did not dare to refute and could not help but shrink his head.
Liu Yiyuan suddenly said: "My family is here."
When everyone looked around, they saw a handsome and elegant young man walking towards Shi Shiran from a distance, followed by a book boy.
Looking at it, he looked more like a scholar rushing for exams.
Liu Yiyuan came over and pulled the person in front of everyone.
"This is my family uncle Liuji Liu Zijian."
Everyone knows that Liu Yiyuan has such an uncle, but because he has been studying abroad, this is the first time to see him today.
Zuo Mengeng didn't dare to neglect, so he held his hand as a courtesy.
"Brother Zijian is glad to have returned from his studies."
Liu Ji hasn't responded yet, and Liu Yiyuan is unhappy.
"Zuo Zhongheng, what do you mean?"
When Zuo Mengeng looked over, he said angrily: "This is my clan uncle, and you actually call him brother?"
Zuo Mengeng understood, smiled calmly, and didn't care.
"What else do I care about? Look, Brother Zijian and I are of the same age, so of course we should be considered brothers. Don't be angry. From now on, you call him uncle and I call him brother. We can talk about our own affairs. .”
A group of people around him couldn't hold back their laughter and had strange expressions on their faces.
Liu Ji couldn't help but smile.
"Each one talks about it? Hahaha, Zuo Shenzuo is a wonderful person."
Liu Yiyuan was the only one who stamped his feet in depression.
"I thought you, Zuozhong Hengda, hold great power and should be equally majestic. I didn't expect you are also narrow-minded and unworthy of a human being."
Of course Zuo Mengeng was joking, so he quickly comforted him.
"What we have to do is already very tiring. If we are still so serious in daily life, sooner or later the string will break. Just kidding, liven up the atmosphere."
Huang Zongxi thought this was a good statement, and immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists at Liu Ji.
"Huang Taichong has met brother Zijian."
It’s hard to be naughty when traveling around.
"Zhou Sigui has met Brother Zijian."
Zhang Haogu saw this and planned to imitate him. Suddenly meeting Liu Yiyuan's murderous gaze, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"Why are you causing trouble for me?"
Suddenly he saw someone walking in the distance from the corner of his eye. He straightened his chest and raised his head, becoming fearless.
"Zhang Jianzhi has met brother Zijian."
Just when Liu Yiyuan was about to raise his fist, he quickly shouted into the distance.
"Daddy, here!"
