Female President's Bodyguard

"What kind of swordsmanship and martial arts?"

Xu Qing became a little interested.

Now, Long Xiangjin allows him to have both offensive and defensive skills, and he has also mastered fingering martial arts to point the country, and light kung fu martial arts Ling Feng Wuhen.

What he lacks at the moment is swordsmanship and martial arts.

"Don't worry about it, anyway, as long as you can make Dadongxiang make money, I'll give it to you!"

After Wei Teng finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

"This old thing is still pretending to be mysterious."

After finishing speaking, Xu Qing remembered that there was Wei Juan beside him.

"Cough cough."

Xu Qing coughed twice in embarrassment, and handed the phone to Wei Juan.

"Okay, from now on, I will be in charge of the Wei family's hotel."

"Since the Wei family sent you here, you can be my assistant temporarily."

"You write down everything I say."

Xu Qing handed Wei Juan a pen and notebook.

Wei Juan rolled Xu Qing's eyes and gave you a nod, you're still panting!

But people had to bow their heads under the eaves, so she had to hold it obediently.

Xu Qing held his chin and began to think.

"First of all, the name of Dadongxiang Hotel has been changed."

"changed?"

Wei Juan's beautiful eyes widened, she thought it was not good.

After all, the Wei family has used Dadongxiang as a signboard for almost 40 years.

Xu Qing could tell what Wei Juan was thinking at a glance, so he simply persuaded Wei Juan with earnest words.

"Don't be reluctant, the signboard of Dadongxiang is already smelly now."

"What's more, the name Dadongxiang is ugly. The meaning of the word Xiang has changed now."

Wei Juan nodded. What Xu Qing said made sense. Today's Internet is often described as "Xianglai".

"What's the name?"

Wei Juan asked.

"Why don't we call it the St. Terence Hotel."

Xu Qing quickly came up with a name.

Wei Juan frowned slightly: "It sounds like a foreign hotel, isn't that good?"

Xu Qing smiled: "You don't understand this, now you must have a foreign name, so that the foreign name looks tall."

"Oh, there's no way, that's how Chinese people are nowadays."

After finishing speaking, Xu Qing sighed.

In fact, he didn't think of a foreign name, but unfortunately it is very popular now.

Starbucks is just an ordinary coffee shop in foreign countries, but it can be packaged in China and it is a high-end brand.

White-collar petty bourgeoisie, every time they go to Starbucks, they will take pictures to pretend.

There is also Haagen-Dazs, which is a very common ice cream abroad, but it has transformed into a luxury ice cream brand in China.

There are countless such examples.

"Okay, I'll write it down."

Wei Juan felt that what Xu Qing said made sense, so she wrote it down carefully.

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, Qian Meimei, who was worried, walked in with the documents in her arms.

"Haha, nothing."

"We're talking about business."

"Sit down and listen too."

Seeing Qian Meimei, Xu Qing felt it was funny.

Don't think I don't know, your folder is empty, and you still pretend to be holding it every day.

"Well, thank you Mr. Xu."

Qian Meimei was still very involved in the drama, she was sitting gracefully by the side like the president's secretary.

Xu Qing glanced at his mouth, "You are not like this when there are only the two of us in the office."

"Next, what should we do?"

After Wei Juan wrote it down, she asked Xu Qing again.

"The next step is also very simple."

"First of all, the Wei family has to send someone to manage the hotel well, and we can't relax any more."

"Afterwards, all the chefs in the nine big hotels will be fired!"

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Hearing Xu Qing's first sentence, Wei Juan felt that it was time to do so.

But hearing Xu Qing's last words, Wei Juan's pretty face changed: "Quan, Quan resigned?"

"Yes."

"These chefs have already been mixed with traitors, and they would rather kill by mistake than let them go!"

Xu Qing answered her firmly.

"This, I'm afraid it won't work."

"There are hundreds of chefs in nine hotels."

"If we quit all of them, where shall we find a chef?"

"And if we offend them, it is very likely that our reputation will become bad, and we will never be able to recruit chefs again!"

Unlike most members of the Wei family, Wei Juan can only practice at home.

For business experience, she also has some insights and experiences of her own.

The consequences of resigning hundreds of chefs are really unimaginable.

Don't be afraid of a bad reputation, this kind of dirty and messy things will gradually be forgotten by people.

But if you offend those chefs, you will be in great trouble, and you may be resisted by many chefs.

Seeing that Wei Juan was worried, Xu Qing smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, even if chefs from all over the country don't come to Dadongxiang, no no, they don't come to Saint-Tron, I'm not afraid."

As Xu Qing said, he took out the walkie-talkie: "Call the three deputy captains, She Qingqing, Bai Lang, and Baoan."

Qian Meimei and Wei Juan were all dumbfounded.

Xu Qing's thinking span is too large, and the two of them really can't keep up.

We are talking about finding a chef, why call the three of them?
Qian Meimei was even more speechless, these three fighters are good fighters, should they go to the hotel to fight?

Not long after, She Qingqing, Bai Lang and Bao An walked in and stood in a row in front of Xu Qing.

"I'll send you three missions today."

"You go to the Grand Hotel in Saint-Trém and be cooks for a month."

Xu Qing looked serious and arranged tasks for them.

"What?"

Qian Meimei and Wei Juan thought they heard it wrong.

The three of them can be chefs, what a joke.

Qian Meimei kept staring at She Qingqing with her beautiful eyes.

Brother Xu Qing, are you awake?

You let this woman who is good at poisoning be a chef?
Did you make a mistake!
Not to mention the two of them, She Qingqing, Bai Lang and Bao An were also dumbfounded.

"Captain, you don't have a fever today, do you?"

She Qingqing gave Xu Qing a blank look, and asked the old lady to cook, thanks to your thinking.

"Qingqing, what are you talking about!"

Xu Qing put on a straight face, "That's how things are settled. There are a total of nine Saint Terence Hotels, and you take turns working in these nine hotels."

"After a month of work, you can come back."

"Yes."

The three answered weakly, then turned and left.

No way, the boss's orders must be obeyed unconditionally.

"The three of them are very good at picnics and barbecues. Few chefs can compare to them in this regard."

After they left, Xu Qing smiled and said to Wei Juan.

"By the way, I forgot to mention their salaries."

"Each of them has a monthly salary of one hundred, no, ten million!"

Wei Juan pretended not to hear.

Are you kidding me, even a very famous chef does not have a monthly salary of 1000 million!

She quickly changed the subject: "Then there are only three of them, it's not enough."

"Don't worry."

"It's all little things!"

As he spoke, Xu Qing crossed his legs and took out his mobile phone.

"Transform the international form!"

Xu Qing said to the phone.

Ding dong, the international status conversion is complete.

Afterwards, a row of names appeared on Xu Qing's mobile phone, most of them were foreigners.

These are all the contacts Xu Qing accumulated when he was in his teens and was still a minor.

Xu Qing first called Ma Jingdong, the chef of Shandong cuisine.

Mr. Ma Jingdong is over 80 years old and used to be the chef of Lu cuisine for the state banquet.

"Grandpa, hello."

"Is your body still in good shape recently?"

The call got through, Xu Qing said with a smile.

"Haha, the old man is in good health."

"Xiao Xu, do you have anything to do with the old man?"

On the phone, Ma Jingdong's hearty laughter came.

Xu Qing got straight to the point and said directly: "Old man, there is a shortage of chefs in my Saint Terence Hotel, can you send your apprentice to be a chef here?"

"I need at least 18 people, and the salary is absolutely no problem, each person is at least 20 a month!"

What Xu Qing wanted was Ma Jingdong's apprentice, not Ma Jingdong's disciple.

His apprentice is definitely not bad at cooking Lu cuisine.