Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

After some thought, Han Yuquan made a call and decided to sign up to be part of the Qibao restaurant plan.

After getting the business card, he made sure that the person who stepped forward to save him this time was Qing Qin, the president of Qibao.

Since Qiqi’s counterattack at the beginning of last year, Qibao has frequently been on the top of the wave of hot searches. Whenever it appears, it can instantly attract the attention of the public, and then sell excellent products to occupy the entire market. .

Behind this, there is their far-sighted and extraordinary Qibao president Qing Qin.

The process was smooth sailing, and the place where the contract was finally signed was set at Han Yuquan's house. He planned to cook some dishes within his power to entertain his benefactor.

This time I also brought Meng Yu, Pan Dao, Wenli, Ding Jiu and Zhu Qi. , licked his face and followed.

That is true.

Although Han Yuquan hurt his hand, could not hold a knife, could not hold a pot, and could not exert the exquisite knife work and excellent mastery of Shandong cuisine, but the technique of hanging soup stock of Shandong cuisine was also praised by him. Applied to other cuisines.

He also asked the aunt on the other side to help with some ingredients. From the morning of the day before yesterday to this afternoon, it was simmered into a cup of fragrant Buddha jumping over the wall.

Qing Qin and the others just entered the house when they were hit by the aroma, and their faces showed intoxicated expressions.

Director Pan twitched his nose without any burden, and was dragged by the aroma to the kitchen, swallowing wildly. The one who shared the same language with him was Zhu Qi, who was also unburdened. He squatted in front of the stove without any burden, and watched eagerly.

"Wait for another 10 minutes to eat." Han Yuquan hadn't seen such a scene for a long time, and his cooking skills were again sure to bring a smile to his face, "I won't let you down. "

True.

The fragrance and the umami of seafood are perfectly blended together. So much meat is used, but it doesn't look greasy at all. When you swallow it in one bite, you will have a fragrant mouth and teeth, and you will have an endless aftertaste.

After eating and drinking, it is time to discuss the terms.

"Qibao can help you open a restaurant, you can apply for funds to the accounting department according to your needs, and the obligations to be performed are very small, we only take 2% of the annual profit, other than that , that is, your restaurant has to reserve a place for President Qing, and provide Qibao's staff dinner twice a month, of course, it is paid, and it needs to operate legally..."

Meng Yu read the clauses one by one, his voice was very clear, and Han Yuquan's heart became more alive.

Xiaoqing's reputation is well-deserved. Qibao is definitely doing charity. Every clause is as profitable as possible.

Even after hearing it, Han Yuquan felt ashamed that I didn't deserve it.

"So, Mr. Han, what do you think?" Meng Wei asked, "If you have any other dissatisfaction, you can tell us."

"No more," Han Yuquan took a deep breath, holding the slightly trembling right hand with his left hand, "I just think that I may live up to President Qing's expectations."

Qing Qin thought to himself: This kind of injury can only be done by a Chinese doctor. Where is a Chinese doctor so easy to hire? But he doesn't care whether the restaurant pays or not, and if he can help others fulfill his dream, it doesn't just suit him: "In fact, Qibao intends to enter the catering industry, and what he needs is not only a chef in the town, but also a There are many disciples, if you can cultivate talents for Qibao, that would be the best."

Qing Qin thinks about the craftsmanship of that boss Fan, there are always similarities between father and son, he can't help but question the teaching level of this little brother who is not good at words.

So let's teach the apprentice slowly, the later the apprentice can leave the apprenticeship, the better.

, and even lose the game smoothly.

"Okay!" It stands to reason that Han Yuquan is reluctant to hand over the recipes of the Han family to others, but now the talents of their Han family are fading, and the family secret recipe is not popular in modern society. It would be better to release it and give back to Qibao.

And this is also a way to beat the **** with the surname Fan.

They signed the contract and left, Han Yuquan sent them all the way to the gate of the old community.

This grand event gathered a lot of alcohol practitioners, and the youth series was in full swing. Qing Qin was busy with business, so he got into the car non-stop and went back to the townhouse with the rest.

Only Zhu Qi stayed, saying that his grandfather's house was nearby.

This time out is also an opportunity for employees to build a group tour. Other employees have been playing around in Kyoto during this time. Naturally, Qing Qin will not favor one over the other, and let him go freely with a wave of his hand.

Zhu Qi dropped by and went back with Han Yuquan, and the two started chatting unconsciously. At the beginning, Zhu Qi was touting his cooking skills, and the later topic inevitably fell to Han Yuquan's hands.

"Actually, I used to be pretty good at knives. A piece of tofu can cut a thousand needles for you, but now I can't." Han Yuquan pretended to be relaxed.

"Is it tenosynovitis?" Before Zhu Qi came, he didn't know his story, and he was very concerned when he heard it. It's a pity that such a good chef was buried. There is something involved.”

"It was a broken bone in a car accident before," Han Yuquan sighed, "It's not so easy to treat, and many Chinese medicine practitioners say no."

Zhu Qi excited: "My grandfather can cure this, he has cured such a case before."

Sure enough, it was some irrelevant comfort. Han Yuquan was just giving up on himself and feeling down, and he didn't even respond to this sentence for the first time. Hold the arm of the person next to you, like grabbing a driftwood: "What!"

Zhu Qi has seen many patients who have suddenly gained hope over the years, and he adapts well to this: "If you can do it, you can go back and ask with me."

"Okay!" With such a hope, Han Yuquan agreed immediately.

I don't even know that I have poisoned milk to produce a Chinese doctor, Qing Qin sat in the back seat of the car, recalling Han Yuquan's expression when he heard the investment, he was sighing and smiling.

It is undeniable that this is indeed quite a beautiful scene.

He lowered his hair and texted Lou Quan: "I think dreams are a very beautiful thing."

Dream is something that is so difficult that you can only dream about it, whether it is building a restaurant for people here, or helping Wenli realize his animation dream there, it is a high investment and a Return something ethereal.

Lou Quan saw the news and remembered Qing Qin's various operations to turn the tide this year, and consciously went further with his sweetheart: "I also think that fighting for the dream looks the most beautiful."

Fight for your dreams.

Qing Qin read these five words again, and a good idea appeared in his mind, which just matched the investment plan he had in mind before.

Helping to fulfill other people's dreams is equivalent to burning money, and burning money is equivalent to fulfilling his own dream - to achieve negative profits, lose the game, and stay away from the road of cannon fodder!

He directly announced the plan: "I want to build a dream bank, so that all people with dreams can get funds from the bank to realize their dreams, and part of their profits will be put into In the dream bank, encourage others to realize their dreams.”

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In that case, the funds converted by Dream Bank in the final assessment will not go anywhere, and they will successfully spend the profits on hand.

This is also a solution to a hot potato.

Obviously the rest of the people will be wrong, and immediately finish the bowl of chicken soup, showing the expression of fans and sisters: "Boss Qing is great!"

In the evening, Meng Yu added Xiaoqing's observation diary as follows: "My boss is a very socially responsible entrepreneur, and his original intention of creating Dream Bank is to support everyone dream Catcher."

Many years later, in the interpretation of Mr. Qing's autobiography, she added a comment to this passage: "I often guess that maybe this is because he is also a dream catcher. That's why he has such deep humanistic care. Around that time, he already had the ambition to build this behemoth—the Qibao Group that spans food, farming, logistics, e-commerce and energy."

Let's not talk about the future, when everyone in Qibao happily enjoyed the eve of the award ceremony, Qiu Dang, who had been trying to find out the news, returned disappointed.

He sat in the chair, his head was a little dejected: "The analysis of the flavor of the liquor we sent doesn't seem to be very good."

"How do you know?" Ding Jiuwan couldn't accept the problem of his teacher's work again.

Qiu Dang hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "You may not know, my father's surname is Qiu."

The audience was silent, only the youngest Zhu Qi whispered: "Ah, isn't this common sense?"

Qiu Dang blushed: "I mean my father's Qiu is Professor Qiu's Qiu, the one who announced the development of grape sunset pearl No. 10 in the agricultural magazine last year!"