A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 63 Internal Fight
After half a morning, the employees of Shen's restaurant all knew this Mr. Hua, and also knew that Hua Dongxiong liked to be called by his Chinese name instead of English name.

Hua Dongxiong carefully guided the restaurant's rules and regulations. First of all, all trash cans were removed, and the time for replacing the kitchen slops buckets was stipulated, and it must be entered and exited from the back door, so as to prevent the person who collected the slops buckets from moving the slops buckets out, causing customers to panic nausea.

Then, he also adjusted the cooking order of the inner chef.

The small workers do the work of the small workers, the ones who fry the wok are the ones who cook the woks, the ones who cook the soup are the ones who stew the soup, the cold dishes need to be in charge of by a special person, and there are too many chefs and waiters.

Donald listened beside him, keeping these in mind calmly, admiring the master's thoughtfulness.

Hua Dongxiong said to Donald dissatisfied: "It would be good if the restaurant can maintain profitability during normal times. Only during holidays can restaurants make large-scale profits."

"That said, restaurants are only profitable for a few months of the year."

"During this time, we can hire temporary workers and temporarily increase the number of people, instead of recruiting so many people in normal times."

He scanned the vegetables in the kitchen and the fish in the freezer. "Manager Donald, how much is a pound of tomatoes? How much is a pound of lettuce?"

Hua Dongxiong didn't plan that he could answer. After all, such trivial matters are not something that a young man in charge of 20 restaurants can understand.

But he didn't expect it.

Donald thought for a moment, then replied uncertainly: "Two pounds of lettuce cost $3, and two pounds of tomatoes cost $1.9."

Hua Dongxiong glanced at him in surprise, secretly affirming Donald's ability in his heart.

"Very good. It seems that you bought vegetables from the lowest-priced vegetable merchants in the market." Hua Dongxiong said, "But in fact, if you go directly to the small farmers outside the city to ask the prices of their vegetables, you can The price is twice as cheap. Even with the transportation cost, we can earn one-third of the money now.”

Donald frowned. "But this requires a special relationship."

"I happen to have this kind of relationship, and I can contact the previous farmers for our restaurant."

Hua Dongxiong said braggingly.

"Also, I think our waiters are seriously redundant. Let's look at the price of the dishes now."

He walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the cashier in the hall, and Donald had no time to stop him.

Donald opened his mouth, this...

At the checkout counter, Hua Dongxiong politely asked the front desk for the menu. So far, he is actually very satisfied.

Twenty small and small restaurants, although the location is not good, but I don't know why the number of customers is actually okay. In addition, although they have the name of a gang, they are actually doing serious business.

A manager who is too young, but learns humbly and does things seriously. A group of relatively tough waiters are honest and willing to work. They don't have the laziness of white waiters and the messy relationship of black waiters.

Based on Hua Dongxiong's 30 years of work experience, this mutual aid association, which is barely on the edge of the group, is actually a company with great potential.

When he opened the menu, it was always easy for novices to set the price not in line with the market. Generally speaking, it would be on the high or low side.

He scans the prices.

A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, $5;

A plate of shredded pork with green peppers, $4;

A plate of black chicken with pork ribs and stewed soup costs only $3;

Kacha~
The menu crumpled.

The corners of Hua Dongxiong's mouth were cracked. He scanned the dishes one by one, and couldn't believe that this was a Chinese restaurant.

"This... who set the price!"

"No wonder there are so many guests, this is not making money at all, you are doing charity."

At this time, Donald had already walked behind him, beckoning and explaining softly.

"Don't explain it to me. This price is absolutely unreasonable and must be changed immediately."

Hua Dongxiong said angrily. "Does the big boss know about this? I thought that the promotions outside are based on your high vegetable prices, and you are making money from a few local tyrants. Who knows, not only are you not making money, but you are also paying back. This is so stupid .”

Donald's expression changed, he was no longer humble, and no one could question the master.

He spoke in a commanding tone. "This is an order from the boss."

His eyes were cold.

"If you have an opinion, you can talk to the boss yourself tonight."

"But if you think the orders of the boss who invested more than 2000 million US dollars are stupid, I suggest that you revise your definition of stupid."

"Mr. Hua, there are some things you shouldn't care about, so just leave it alone, because it may waste all of our time."

Hua Dongxiong was originally praised by Donald, but at this moment he was suddenly scolded by Donald, and his angry expression froze.

It turned out to be an order from the boss.

This……

What else can he say.

What is a boss? All of this belongs to the boss. Whatever the boss wants, he can do.

Hua Dongxiong was a little bit unable to step down, his momentum weakened. "I can't understand our boss, how can we not make money in business."

Donald gave him a cold look, said something to call him, and then left Shen's restaurant to inspect other restaurants.

Hmph, after all, he's just an uneducated cook.

Sitting on the bus, Donald was enjoying the benefits of the driver of the mutual aid club, while crossing his chest, thinking about Hua Dongxiong's performance just now.

He remembered those good suggestions, and he sneered at Hua Dongxiong's questioning of his master.

In the rearview mirror, Donald sneered and said: "Although Mr. Hua has some experience, he is just a peddler. He only knows how to make small profits. Making money is everything to him, but he has never seen the demeanor of big capital." , Master, is this only going to make money? Our mutual aid association is going to spend money to kill other peers and completely occupy the market. It’s just... even if this is the case, we must have a way to turn losses into profits, otherwise we still won’t make money. Harm others and benefit yourself."

"I don't know what the master is going to do."

The driver watched the manager secretly, terrified.

Manager Donald is really looking more and more like a gang leader.

As the old saying goes, when one is in one's place, one does one's job, and now it seems that it is not true at all.

But he didn't know that this was caused by the evil thoughts of the Immortal Seal, contaminating people's hearts.

……

At night, the bells in the church ring to conceal the conspiracy in the night.

Shen Senguang's face was hidden in the darkness, his eyes flicked to Hua Dongxiong.

On the other side, Hua Dongxiong was also looking at the big boss, but he became more and more frightened.

"Hua Dongxiong, your performance is good, and your cooking skills are not bad. I don't care why you were fired from your previous unit, but the mutual aid association is an organization that helps each other. I hope you can abide by the way of brothers."

Hua Dongxiong nodded in agreement.

He wanted to talk about menu pricing several times, but he didn't dare to speak up because of the strong pressure on him.

Sitting in front of the big boss, he was fidgeting like a young man who just entered the workplace.

"Boss, I will work hard, but...

"You don't need to take care of things that you shouldn't. I heard that you brought artists into the club? Tell me about your mentorship."

Moriguang interrupted him and dominated the topic.

Hua Dongxiong clasped his fists and said, "I learned from Master Zhang in Chinatown, Gotham City, and practiced Lion Fist Kung Fu for more than [-] years. Oh, I dare to ask the big boss..."

"Since you learned it from a martial arts school, it's not considered apprenticeship." Moriguang interrupted him impatiently, "You can worship under my sect."

what?
Hua Dongxiong blinked in astonishment, the big boss's uncompromising attitude fooled him. "Boss, I already have a teacher, so it's inconvenient to learn other people's martial arts."

As soon as Moriguang pointed to the middle bench, the bench turned into powder with a bang.

Afterwards, Senguang didn't even look at him, and turned to Donald to order. "Give him a copy of Huashan Hunyuan Kungfu and a copy of Kuangfeng Saber Technique. The essence of Chinese martial arts lies in weapon fighting. Since you have learned the foundation of Lion Fist for more than 30 years, no matter what you have learned, at least some basics. If you add internal strength, you can quickly practice the Blastering Wind Saber Technique."

The latter sentence turned to Hua Dongxiong.

Hua Dongxiong smiled wryly.

What more can he say?
reject?

Oh my god, the kung fu of turning the seat into powder with one finger is really delicious.

Reject ass.

Even if he wanted to pretend to refuse, he didn't have that ability, so he couldn't do it.

But just now, he was pretending to be reserved, saying that he had a teacher, so Hua Dongxiong just shut up now, and pretended to be at his disposal to ease the embarrassment.

He thought it was over, but he saw that the big boss handed him another notebook.

"Boss, who is this?" Hua Dongxiong opened the notebook suspiciously, his face suddenly changed, and it actually contained an analysis of his various shortcomings in cooking, pointing out the current disadvantages and making small remarks.

For example, by adding sugar to enhance flavor;
Increase the sweetness by adding salt. For example, when making cold noodle by yourself, you always make the soy milk uneven and affect the taste.

"This……"

In the dark, Moriguang said lightly: "Donald reported to me your performance in the kitchen today, and I specially wrote suggestions as notes for you. From now on, you can ask me for advice every day."

Hua Dongxiong bowed directly, paying respect to the big boss in the dark.

It's too good, just by hearsay, you can fully understand all the shortcomings of his cooking skills.

This shows that the big boss's culinary skills have completely crushed him, the chef who was once a three-star restaurant, and judged his culinary skills condescendingly.

It's like an elder teaching a child.

Although he is a technical nerd, although he is arrogant, he is extremely easy to admire people who are stronger than himself.

Now, the big boss has crushed the two skills he is most proud of in his life, and he is completely convinced.

Wearing a chef's uniform, he bowed, "Thank you, boss, for your advice. No, thank you for your advice, master. I, Hua Dongxiong, will be your man from now on."

Samurai didn't answer.

He doesn't need to answer.

There are too many people who are loyal to themselves.

In this strange silence, Hua Dongxiong's head was dripping with sweat, and he wondered why the big boss didn't speak?

Did you piss him off?
No, it should be to ask him to speak with facts.

After a long time, Mori Guang finally opened his mouth. At this moment, Hua Dongxiong felt like crying, and his whole body was like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

Samurai looked at the two of them. "The Mutual Aid Association is a newly emerging organization. I hope that the two of you can develop our organization well in the future."

"Also, try not to let my name spread around."

(End of this chapter)