Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Inside the office.

Liu Lan was holding a pile of documents in her hands, feeling a little depressed.

He said that he would allow his masters to start their own businesses.

But this involves personnel that need to be deployed, stores that need to be visited, and time required for negotiations when purchasing stores.

Those were all negotiated by Cao Wei, one team after another.

At the beginning, Liu Lan had some opinions about the restaurant next to her.

After all, they are all family members, so why are they trying to steal their business? Later on, she no longer had this objection.

The overall structure of the Samadhi Building has undergone tremendous changes.

Personnel changes require more than just sending a notification.

It took quite a long time to develop and adapt internally.

But the benefits are also obvious.

Everyone's wallets are bulging.

Especially at the end of the year.

"Master Cao, this year we opened four Chef branches and twelve One Stove branches in the city, and they are all doing well..."

Cao Wei looked through the data of those branches, which were much worse than the main store, but had great potential for development. After all, it had just opened, and apart from other things, there were not enough staff in the kitchen, so even if there were enough customers, it would be difficult to support it.

But even so, his turnover increased fivefold, which is an extremely terrifying number.

"Well, distribute the dividends that should be distributed. Before leaving for the Spring Festival, remember to check the places that need to be checked. Safety and fire protection must be in place."

"Okay..." Liu Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was tired, she was really excited because the money was really a lot.

"Go ahead."

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"General!"

Cao Wei looked at the chess game that formed a "double army mistake" situation, helplessly, he admitted defeat: "I really can't beat you, old man, forget it."

As a leader, his brain's computing ability is too outrageous, and he really can't make it.

"You, you have to be patient. I heard your restaurant is doing well this year."

"good."

"It's more than okay." The leader was happy: "The people under you are making a lot of money."

"Not bad. After a few years, I think everyone will be worth 10,000 yuan."

In fact, as long as you work in the Samadhi Building, except for those sweeping, cleaning, and unskilled positions, most people, as long as they are willing to work their way up, can probably save money. Especially this year, when the share system appeared, Cao Wei's position in everyone's heart over the years had to be bought more or less.

After this purchase, the dividends paid back the money after one year, and there was even a surplus. I estimate that it will all be profit in the future.

Of course, if there is expansion over there, an internal announcement will be made to see if they are willing to follow.

"I've seen that the one that really makes money is your braised pork stall. What do you think of this phenomenon?"

What kind of phenomenon?

This is an interesting question.

"Boss, I don't know any great truths. I just know one thing: people want to eat meat, and as long as it's delicious and inexpensive, people will buy it."

Compared to eating out, where a meal can easily cost a lot of money, people are more willing to spend money on food, especially braised meat.

It must be said that the leadership's investigation was quite comprehensive.

"It's only natural for a restaurant to make money. After all, the threshold is there. It needs a good location, and the taste, manpower, and logistics must all be up to par. But this braised pork stall surprised me. The cost is very low, right?"

The "cost" here does not refer to the selling price or purchase price, but the cost of opening a store.

Is there any cost to buy braised food?

Basically no.

Sanmeilou has prepared a number of small carts specially designed for braised food.

This is wandering in the streets and alleys of the old city.

"Do you think we should open a store?" Cao Wei asked cautiously.

After all, this thing is everywhere in the streets, so if you say it has no impact, then it has some impact. But in today's environment, if you say it is inappropriate, there is no such thing.

"That's not what I meant. I just want to ask you to prepare for an interview after the New Year."

"Interview?"

"Correct."

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When Yu Na received the assignment from the station, she was quite surprised that the person she was going to interview was actually the owner of Samadhi Building.

This is quite new. These days, entrepreneurs of all kinds have gradually emerged. But there are only a few who can really be interviewed by the station. She picked up the information sent over and looked it over carefully. She hadn't read it for long.

The director walked in.

"Xiao Yu, you have to read this information carefully. After reading it, before the interview, go over and talk to the person first. See if there is anything to say and nothing to say. The content of the interview is all there, so you have to read it carefully..."

"Okay, Master."

Not long after the director left, the deputy director came again.

"Xiao Yu..."

The deputy director just left.

The director is here.

"Xiao Yu..."

Yu Na was dazed by the repeated calls of "Xiao Yu".

What's going on? Why are so many people stressing this?

She looked down at the information in her hand, and as time went by, her eyes became wider and wider.

"Dad, how can there be such a person! I don't want to stay there any longer!" Cao Leyao's voice was full of resentment on the phone.

"No, that won't work. If you are going to do it, you have to do it well." Cao Wei calmly rejected his daughter's request.

"I was wrong, I..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Cao Wei hung up the phone.

Qin Jingru, who was standing next to her, gloated: "Hehe, I told her not to make trouble, but she insisted on making trouble. Now it's fine, right?"

Cao Wei: ...

"Is there anyone who would torture his own daughter like you?"

"You are the one who caused all this trouble." Qin Jingru's eyes widened: "Brother Wei, we should be conscientious."

"Do you still have a conscience?" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes. "Mr. Li's wife came to complain to me today. If you really have a conscience, return that thing!"

"I returned it, but they refused to accept it, saying that if I lost, I lost."

"What evil thing has she done again?"

Cao Wei was curious.

"I had a bet and played chess with Mr. Li. I played from morning till night and I beat Mr. Li. I heard he also won something incredible."

"Then winning is a sign of ability." Cao Wei thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"That's right." Qin Jingru agreed.

"Yes, nothing wrong. He went to play chess with someone early in the morning, with a box of food. He would think for dozens of minutes before making a move. By the evening, the old man almost passed out. He only played one game of chess that day."

Cao Wei looked at Qin Jingru in shock.

"So... so what?" Qin Jingru felt a little guilty, and her eyes couldn't help but glance elsewhere: "Anyway, I won."

"She even opened her lunch box in the middle of the meal and used the smell of the food to bully the old man..."

It's really not a person...