Flying the boss is not easy

Two months have passed, and the restaurant is doing very well. Every time Wan Hansong went to inspect it, it was overcrowded, and he often had to work as a temporary coolie.Wan Hansong pressed the calculator, and they will get their money back in a short time.

The next thing the boss requested was related to tea. He really didn't think about how to make the restaurant related to tea, but he had a better idea, which was to open up tea mountains and create a small scenic spot.

When Wan Hansong told Lao Wei and the others about this idea, they all felt that Wan Hansong was confused.

Old Wei lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then exhaled the smoke circle: "Xiao Wan, isn't your idea too bold? Who can go up the mountain to see tea leaves?"

Xiao Chen also echoed: "That's right, the boss will definitely not agree. There are tea mountains everywhere in our place. Every year, we are exhausted for them. It's too late to hate them!"

Wan Hansong held his nose and tried to block the second-hand smoke: "The tea mountain is opened to attract tourists. It's not unusual for us to see it here, but think about those city people who have never only drank tea made in a cup. Who has actually seen the tea mountain?"

"Besides, just opening a tea mountain will definitely not make money. What we want is traffic! We also need to open a store in it, and we will definitely have a bigger source of customers by then!"

Lao Wei and the others are still skeptical, but what is the use of their doubts?It's up to the boss to decide.

Song Haicha frowned after reading Wan Hansong's plan: "After you open up the tea mountain, it will be a big problem to ask someone to pick it."

Wan Hansong was about to faint, how did his boss manage to open the tea factory so big? !

He replied: "We don't pick our tea mountains. We just need to ask someone to take care of them regularly to make them more beautiful."

"Don't pick it?" Song Haicha was puzzled. In his heart, if the tea leaves were left unpicked, it would be a waste of resources.

"Boss, we are mainly here to attract customers. Songhai Tea Industry can only be regarded as relatively well-known in our county, but how about putting it in the city or the province? You also hope that our factory will grow bigger and bigger, don't you?"

Song Haicha put the plan back on the table: "Okay, I believe you, the Chinese New Year is almost here, and all kinds of certificates and contracts must be done quickly."

After Wan Hansong went out, Song Haicha turned the pen cap.He admitted that Wan Hansong did come up with all kinds of ideas that they couldn't even think of, but he was the one who came up with the risk after all, which made him have to be cautious.

In the following days, Wan Hansong followed Song Haicha around, negotiating with the villagers who owned land in the service area was particularly tiring.

Some of them are reluctant to part with the little thoughts left behind by their ancestors. Wan Hansong can understand that some villagers think their land is worth a lot, and when they come here, the lion opens their mouths. It takes a long time for them to sign on the paper. Character.

Busy busy, New Year is coming.

The workshop stopped working very early, and the usually roaring machines became quiet and cold after losing the power supply, and a rolling shutter door separated them from the outside world.

Li Yun and Chen Ling went home a few days ago, without someone to cook, Song Haicha could only make do with noodles and dumplings every day.

But this kind of life didn't last long, because Song Haicha's parents came.

Song Haicha's parents don't live in the countryside, they work in the same company in another city.At that time, apart from their own efforts, Song Haicha's grandparents also contributed a lot to get them out of the fate of playing in mud.

Song Haicha's mother is a warm-hearted person, and she asks Wan Hansong to have dinner every day, but Wan Hansong "reluctantly" agrees every time.

"Old Song, the twice-cooked pork is not cooked properly, so be more careful next time when you make it."

"Hey, I got it." Song Haicha's father complained while agreeing: This person is afraid that the oil will splash on him even if he cooks twice, so where does he have the confidence to say that his cooking is not in place.

After Song Haicha's mother knew that Wan Hansong graduated from C University, she kept looking at him with envious eyes, thinking that it would be great if her son could be so competitive.

Their son's education was a hurdle they couldn't overcome. They had to work so hard to get rid of the fate of living in the countryside, but their son ran back.Although Song Haicha earns much more money than his colleague's children, every time someone in the office says what university their child has been admitted to, they always feel ashamed.

Song's mother put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said to Wan Hansong seriously: "Son, you have to have big ambitions. You can't make a name for yourself in the countryside. You'd better go back to the city to work. Don't waste such a high education. "

Song Haicha threw the bowl heavily on the table and looked at them indifferently.

Sure enough, he understood what his parents said, and he also felt the problems caused by his lack of education, but every time, every time his parents' attitude made him feel chilled, even if the phone was turned on under the table. He also felt cold all over the oven.

Wan Hansong felt a little embarrassed: "I like it here, the city is too stressful, it's not suitable for me."

Song's mother wanted to say a few more words, but Wan Hansong threw down the sentence "I'm full", and ran out in a hurry.

In order to express his gratitude, Wan Hansong usually stays to collect the bowl after eating, but today he felt that if he stayed there any longer, he might be poked into briquettes by the eyes of his family.

After escaping from the warm kitchen, the cold air outside stimulated him to urinate for a while, and the urge to urinate disappeared after he got used to it.

Looking up, a bright moon hangs in the sky, surrounded by a little mist.

Sensing the sound of footsteps on the stairs, he hurried back to the room.

After closing the door, Wan Hansong shook his head and sighed: Every family has scriptures that are hard to recite.

The ringing of the mobile phone broke the silence of the room, Wan Hansong glanced at the mobile phone, and couldn't help but touch his forehead: This book from home is here.

After the phone was connected, a female voice came: "Songsong, are you still in the factory?"

Wan Hansong hates this name, and it is often called this name in elementary school compositions.

"Well, yes, Mom, how are you doing recently?"

Wan Hansong's mother felt guilty towards him, and was always trying to make up for him, but this couldn't change the fact that she was absent from Wan Hansong's growth.But compared with Wan Hansong's father, his mother is much more presentable.

"Very well, have you paid your salary? Do you have any money after you resign? Mom will give you some."

"No, the level of consumption in rural areas is low, and the boss even gave me a bonus."

Bonuses are only available to Wan Hansong, and such things are not popular in small places.

"You can come to mom to celebrate the New Year this year, your uncle doesn't mind, and your grandparents, the old man misses you very much."

How could Wan Hansong agree, he was an outsider when he went there, how could his uncle not mind an outsider going to celebrate the New Year?

"No, there are some things in the factory, I can't leave."

After babbling a few words, Wan Hansong hung up the phone.

He flung himself on the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

So lonely!No relatives, no friends, no boyfriends!

Suddenly, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door, Wan Han let go of the door, and saw Song Haicha standing at the door.

Song Haicha's face didn't look very good, he said, "I didn't throw the bowl at you, so don't take it to heart."

Wan Hansong thinks the boss is here to apologize to me?He replied: "No, no, small conflicts between family members, it's normal."

"It's not normal. They despise me for being low-educated. They have despised me for ten years."

Wan Hansong didn't comfort him. It's hard for an upright official to decide on housework. Everyone has a reason for this kind of thing. Each of them thinks that they are doing the best for each other, but this is also a big reason for the family's disharmony.

"I usually don't get angry. In business, I pay attention to making money with harmony. This shows that I still need more experience."

Wan Hansong thought to himself that you don't look kind when you don't get angry.He laughed and said, "Boss, you are amazing enough. No matter how much you practice, you won't know me as a capable employee."

Song Haicha gave him a meaningful look: "There will always be."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Wan Hansong felt that tonight he saw and knew something that he shouldn't know, so he wasn't worried. The boss is not the kind of person who avenges private revenge. What he's afraid of is that the boss will be embarrassed...

He checked it in private, the boss is a Leo, he is very face-saving!

The next day, Lao Wei caught two chickens and told them to kill and eat them after the Chinese New Year.

Wan Hansong: "I don't dare to kill chickens, I'd better raise them for a few days and send them to the street to kill."

Lao Wei laughed at his timidity, found two baskets in the warehouse to cover the chicken, put two slices of vegetables inside, and went home after explaining.

The next morning when the sky was dark, I don’t know which chicken croaked first. This is good. The two chickens in the factory are so adrenaline. Wan Hansong cried out loudly.

He lay on his stomach upstairs and glanced at the two chickens, the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc.He went to the back kitchen, boiled a large pot of water, put on his apron, and walked towards the two chickens with a kitchen knife.

The person who said yesterday that he would not dare to kill the chicken was very decisive today, and killed him with a single knife. Mr. Chicken walked very peacefully, without any pain, and the blood on his neck fell to the ground, and soon gathered in a small puddle.

Wan Hansong poured hot water into a basin, brought it in front of another chicken, and plucked Mr. Chicken's hair little by little.In the end, I found a rope to fix Mr. Chicken on the back basket, and I took it off at noon, washed it and put it in the refrigerator.

The effect of killing chickens as an example to chickens was very obvious. In the following days, the chicken seemed to be dumb and never crowed again, but this did not mean that he could escape the fate of most chickens.

The day before the Chinese New Year, Wan Hansong sent it to a place on the street where chickens were slaughtered, and gave it a dignified death. After all, the chickens in the town basically ended their lives here, and it did not become Mr. Chicken That kind of heterogeneity.

After taking the chicken back, Song's mother planned to use it to make soup, but the water boiled, and Wan Hansong ran in: "Wait a minute, the chicken is not ours!"

Before Song's mother could react, Wan Hansong had already taken a plastic bag and rescued the chicken on the cutting board, complaining with the phone between his ear and shoulder: "Your professional level is too bad! You can pick the chicken wrong! What? ? I’m not the only one who got it wrong..."

The author has something to say:

I imagined the two protagonists stuffing stuffed sauce while I was sleeping, and now I feel better...