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Volume 1 Simple Life Chapter 137 Meeting

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    Although picking up girls is very important, we cannot delay things that are more important than this, such as coming out to catch Zhao Dabao and his wife.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Of course, you have to choose the right place when doing big things. Beitong Hotel is the largest in the county and is also an officially recognized dining venue. Going there is both face and dignity.

    On Friday night, the father and son of the Ye family, each in charge of a stall, invited Deputy Director Huang of the County Bureau and Captain Zhong Kui of the Public Security Brigade. The four of them gathered together in a small private room of Beitong Hotel.

    Because a great man once said: Revolution is not a dinner party.  Therefore, people in this era really have no idea about treating guests to dinner.  Others don't know, but at least Ye Hongjun is like this. As soon as he entered the private room, he sat down on the chair without making any fuss about ordering food or greeting the guests, as if he was the one taking the invitation.

    Ye Cong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to go about his work.

    Although Beitong Hotel is still a national unit, its posture has been lowered a lot.  The private rooms, which were originally closed to the public, have opened a few small private rooms covertly during this period, and even started to sell some soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning.  There are factors of testing the waters, but the main reason is probably due to economic pressure.

    In the mid-to-late 1980s, the shortcomings of state-owned enterprises began to appear. The institutions were bloated and the personnel were overstaffed. The consequences were low efficiency, difficulty in making ends meet, let alone competitiveness, and very worrying living conditions.

    This is what Beitong Hotel is like.  Since the beginning of the year, more than a dozen restaurants, large and small, have sprung up in Beitong County. Most of them exist as snack bars, but business is booming without exception.  This puts great pressure on the Beitong Hotel. They originally catered mainly for business receptions, but these days, all units are also very poor, and landlords usually don¡¯t have any surplus food. Even if the county¡¯s business receptions are all in their hands, they will only be able to  Can only maintain a state that cannot sustain starvation to death.

    There was no comparison before, so they were quite comfortable as a frog in a well. However, after the rise of the private catering industry, their situation became even more embarrassing.  The contrast was too obvious, and the competent authorities also noticed it. Naturally, they felt a little embarrassed about it. In anger, they issued an annual profit target or something, which was considered appropriate.

    So the whole group in the hotel was in tragedy.  For many years, they have been holding a golden rice bowl and waiting for someone to deliver food to their door. Now they suddenly have to find food by themselves. I don¡¯t think they can be embarrassed. They must have that ability.

    Younger friends may not know the dirty things that happened in state-owned hotels in those days.  Some time ago, I went to the library to read newspapers from the 1980s. There was a report: A reporter went to a restaurant for dinner, and the hotel staff happened to be serving dinner. First, a waiter slipped to the booth with a rice bowl and picked up a plate of fried mutton with green onions.  After eating the mutton, another waiter came over and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the pieces of meat. There was not much, and it was gone after three or two clicks. The original waiter quit and couldn't help but cursed a few times. What happened next  No one gave in, you can eat it, why don¡¯t you let me eat it?  As a result, a few pieces of mutton triggered a murder.

    This is just the waiter who serves the plate. As for the chef who is in direct contact with the food, there are even more tricks here.  There is a saying that we should regard so-and-so as our home - the store as our home, or the company as our home, or the factory as our home.  I think it's completely unnecessary. Under this system, you don't need to mention such slogans, because no one will be polite to you at all!

    No matter how big the grain pile is, it can't withstand the presence of rats. It's strange that such a business can be easier!

    The words are a bit far away.

    In the lobby, I happened to see the manager I was familiar with.  It's a coincidence that almost every time I come here, I always meet this guy.  Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. These days, what's important is universal employment and meager pay. It's a position, and basically three or two people take turns to do it, let alone a hard and tiring job like the lobby manager.

    Because they have been in contact with each other many times, Ye Cong was generous and the manager took good care of him. He directly asked the question in his heart: "Why do I always see you at work? Is there no shift arrangement in the store?"

    The manager is in his thirties, smiles every time he sees someone, and his eyes are extremely flexible. At first glance, he is a very shrewd person.

    Hearing Ye Cong ask this, he neatly sorted out the menu while joking half-seriously: "Our manager said, I call those who are capable work harder, and those who are incompetent go home to rest. I have  If you are capable, you have to shoulder more responsibilities, which is also a training for me."

    Ye Cong could hear the dissatisfaction in his words and followed his words: "This can be regarded as giving full play to people's talents. Although it is a bit tiring, it is better than having no job at all, right?"

    "Yeah, at least I can still make money. But I just don't know how long I can keep this job."

    "What's wrong? Can such a big hotel become so popular?" Ye Cong asked strangely.

    The manager sighed."That's not the case for Huang, but I heard that the hotel will be contracted out. By then, I'm afraid that my job will not be guaranteed!"

    Ye Cong smiled and said, "You might as well take over the contract yourself."

    Ye Cong's words suddenly woke him up. The manager was stunned for a long time, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes, why didn't I think of it! You are so smart, no wonder you are so familiar with the boss. No,  I want to find someone to discuss it with."

    After saying that, he turned around and left.  Ye Cong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed at the half-memorized menu and said, "Don't leave, I have to order some food here."

    The manager then remembered, patted his forehead and said: "Look at my memory, people who don't know thought they would demolish the bridge just after I crossed the river. Unfortunately, I don't have the right to give it to you for free, but I'll give you half the price anyway.  The one who can make the decision.¡±

    This manager is not unsmart, but he didn¡¯t expect that he could also take the contract, which made Ye Cong not know what to say.  No wonder, everyone has been eating from the big pot for decades, and there are not many times when it is the individual's turn to make the decision. Their minds are rusty, how can they think of so much.

    But Ye Cong is different. Although his body is in the 1980s, his mind has just come from the 21st century. Specifically, it has not been more than a year. In terms of active thinking, few people in this era can  Better than him.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that a casual sentence would be beneficial.  Ye Cong didn't refuse, thanked him and returned to the private room.

    Inside the room, three people were chatting lively.

    Beitong County itself is not big, so it is easy to find common friends, and it is not difficult for Ye Hongjun to find topics of conversation.  What's more, Zhong Kui and Director Huang are in the same unit. They have frequent contact with each other and are quite familiar with each other.  With more topics, the atmosphere of chatting becomes more harmonious.

    Ye Cong is a junior. According to northern customs, he is a child when he is not working.  In the old society, children were not allowed to sit at the main table. They had to wait until the men had finished eating before being served with the women.

    Times have changed now, and customs are also advancing with the times. Although the rules for eating in restaurants cannot be the same as at home, some unspoken rules must still be followed. Children cannot interrupt when adults are talking, otherwise they will be regarded as uneducated.  .

    So, after entering the house, Ye Cong didn't say much.  In public restaurants, there was no hope of providing any service, so he made a friendly guest appearance, opening wine and tea, and doing his best to be a waiter in the waiting room.

    After thirty years of wine and five delicious dishes, Ye Hongjun took the lead and talked about Zhao Dabao.

    Director Huang¡¯s name is Huang Wanjun, and he is the deputy director of the County Public Security Bureau, but that¡¯s how it goes in official circles, and no one mentions the word ¡°deputy¡± in his title.  He was Ye Hongjun's classmate in junior high school.  I am usually quite familiar with him, but when I heard Ye Hongjun's words, I joked: "I know that there is no good banquet without good wine, so why are you treating me so well? It turns out you are here for this matter."

    Ye Hongjun explained: "We are neighbors and we usually have a good relationship. If something happens to them, I will always feel bad if I don't help them."

    This year is the time when distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Neighbors get along well, and sometimes they are closer than relatives.  Therefore, when Ye Hongjun worked hard to help Zhao Dabao, he would not give people the impression of being troublesome, and no one would think that he received any benefits.

    Ye Hongjun's words were directed at Huang Wanjun, but Huang Wanjun laughed, pointed at Zhong Kui and said, "You have found the wrong person, Captain Zhong is the real owner."

    Zhong Kui nodded: "Well, it's easy to say it's easy, but it's really difficult to say it's difficult."

    Ye Hongjun thought he was trying to dodge, and quickly said: "We understand the rules of doing things. As long as this matter can be settled, you can tell us how much it will cost."

    What Ye Hongjun said was very disrespectful. Huang Wanjun is your classmate, but Zhong Kui is not. I can sit here not for any benefits, but for Ye Cong's sake and out of gratitude to Ye Cong.  Came to take care of his son.

    Now that you are proposing to give benefits to others, it is inevitable that there will be some suspicion that you will pay them now.

    Zhong Kui glanced at Ye Cong and did not answer Ye Hongjun's words.

    Ye Cong knew what the problem was and couldn't remain silent any longer. He quickly changed the topic: "Uncle Zhong, it stands to reason that the crime of selling stolen goods is not a light one. Even if he is not sentenced, he will have to be sent to a labor camp or something. But why are we just closing the door now?  What? Zhao Dabao and his wife are still at home, I dare to ask them, is the bureau intending to settle accounts after the fall, or is there some inside story? "

    This sentence was obviously on point. Zhong Kui and Huang Wanjun looked at each other and both laughed.

    Zhong Kui said: "I know you are a monkey spirit, and I can't hide anything from you."

    Huang Wanjun also laughed and said to Ye Hongjun: "Red Army, your son is much smarter than you."

      Ye Hongjun is not angry, on the contrary, he is a little proud: "This is the right way! If each generation becomes stupider, then won't our Ye family shrink back as we live longer?"

    Ye Cong was a little embarrassed: "Uncles, if you want to praise me, how about we choose another time?"

    Several people laughed.

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