Master Jin is as sweet as honey

After working continuously in the company for a week, doing countless homework, and analyzing countless data, Zheng Jian formulated a new business plan based on Xu Yuming's business plan.

The main content of the plan remains the same, with some revisions in other aspects. The advantages of the Yuanhang Company that meet the needs of the Zheng family are highlighted. Zheng Jian does not hide its own shortcomings, and lists them together, and sincerely writes out the change strategy .Of course, these are the results of communicating with Xu Yuming.

After seeing the new project, Xu Yuming was so moved that he described Zheng Jian as re-creating his parents.

Zheng Jian's scalp was numb, and he raised his hand and said, "Stop, I can only do this. I'm really not sure whether my brother will choose you in the end."

"It's definitely possible!" Xu Yuming was very sure, "I have inquired about the other companies that can compete with Yuanhang. I believe that with Yuanhang's strength and this business plan, we will definitely win."

Zheng Jian had a thorough understanding of Yuanhang's strength during this time, nodded and said, "I'm just waiting for your good news."

Xu Yuming and Zheng Jian have their own needs, logically speaking, Xu Yuming will fulfill his promise to release an album for Bai Shuning when things are done.But he didn't do everything for profit, holding the new project that Zheng Jian spent countless energy rewriting in his hand, he said: "Thank you very much, whether it is successful or not, Bai Shuning's new album is definitely coming out." .Now I'll call my mom."

As he said that, he really made a phone call in front of Zheng Jian.

"Huh? Don't be so anxious." Zheng Jian was taken aback by his high efficiency, and when he heard Xu Yuming finalize Bai Shuning's matter on the phone, he was so happy that he couldn't speak.

On the way home while driving, Zheng Jian proudly boasted: I am a little expert in Amway, the conscience of the gold master world, and I am the ten street of money masters in those brain-dead articles.When I get home in a while, I will tell Xiao Baibai the great news and see how he rewards me.Wow Kakaka, I will never give up without a thousand dumplings!

Zheng Jian's wishful thinking was clattering, he pushed open the door, and Bai Shuning was making dumplings at home.

On the coffee table in the living room, on the dining table, and even on the operating table in the kitchen, as far as the eye could see, there were dumplings.

Zheng Jian was dumbfounded and thought, does Wuli Xiao Baibai have the eyes that reach the sky?As soon as he wanted [-] dumplings, he rewarded himself with more dumplings than [-].

Zheng Jian walked towards Bai Shuning slowly, walking and watching.

Dumplings, dumplings, lots of dumplings!Surrounded by dumplings, so happy!

Zheng Jian blinked happily: "Xiao Baibai, are these dumplings made for me?"

Bai Shuning, who had been busy all afternoon, said without raising his head, "No."

"..."

The simple two words made Zheng Jian angry from his heart. He worked so hard to comfort Bai Shuning, but Bai Shuning made dumplings for others at home, he couldn't bear it!

Zheng Jian was so angry that he slapped the table: "If you don't give it to me, who will you give it to? How many benefactors do you have!"

Bai Shuning raised the corners of his eyes and glanced at him: "I helped Zhengming take care of it."

"Which little fairy is Zhengming!"

"..." Now Bai Shuning was speechless, "Huang Zhengming, I used to be in the same group."

Adding the surname, Zheng Jian remembered this person: "Oh, it's him...he can't do it either! I'm your benefactor!"

"Where did you go?" Bai Shuning nodded Zheng Jian's head, leaving a little white flour on his hair, "Zhengming posted an advertisement for selling handmade dumplings in Moments. He has thousands of WeChat followers." Friends, most of them are customers in the store. As a result, as soon as the circle of friends came out, the supply exceeded the demand. Those customers didn’t say anything, and they came up with a deposit. Those who didn’t give the deposit didn’t mention it, and those who gave the deposit added more than 8000 Yes. Zhengming really can’t finish the package, the store is closed, and all the employees in the store package together, but it still can’t finish the package, so no, I’m here to help.”

Huang Zhengming was taken aback by everyone's obsession with handmade dumplings, and immediately posted on his new circle of friends saying that the sales would be temporarily suspended, and that he would be closed for making dumplings these days.

Reputation is the most important thing when opening a door to do business. Those who have accepted the deposit will not be refunded. Those who have not given the deposit will be returned one by one. Please wait until the next time. I am really sorry.

If you want to pick it up, you can come to the store to pick it up. If you don’t pick it up, you may have to wait a few days, and the store will deliver it in the order of payment.

There are [-] dumplings, and your hands are broken after making them, okay?

When Zheng Jian heard that number, he was in a bad mood, and asked Bai Shuning: "How many tasks have you received?"

Bai Shuning said, "One thousand."

Zheng Jian asked in astonishment: "Is this less than a thousand?"

Bai Shuning put down the chubby dumplings that he had just made in his hand, turned around and walked to the refrigerator, took out the frozen dumplings that had been placed flat in the drawer, and after making sure they wouldn't stick together, put them into a fresh-keeping bag and said: " Only over 600."

Zheng Jian, who was following behind him, was taken aback: "I thought there were at least two thousand!"

Bai Shuning was amused: "How can it be so fast to wrap two thousand pieces? I'm not an octopus, I have so many tentacles."

Take out the frozen ones, put the unfrozen ones in the refrigerator, organize them, and continue to pack them.

Zheng Jian followed suit step by step, came to the dining table and sat down, held his chin to watch Bai Shuning skillfully making dumplings, and asked, "How do you sell the dumplings?"

Bai Shuning said, "One piece at a time."

Zheng Jian's jaw slid down from the back of his hand: "It's so cheap!"

Bai Shuning stirred the dumpling stuffing and showed him: "There is less meat and more vegetables. If there is more meat, the price will not be the same."

"Doesn't labor cost money? How expensive is pure handmade, isn't Huang Zhengming stupid!" Zheng Jian snorted, feeling sorry for Bai Shuning, but couldn't help but cock his tail, "Look, 50 I'm talking about it Here you go, you have to make 50 dumplings! Then you have to make it until the year of the monkey to earn it!"

Bai Shuning joked with him, squeezed Zheng Jian's nose with flour-stained hands and twisted it: "Yes, why don't you be the patron."

Zheng Jian, who felt that he was being praised, giggled. After watching Bai Shuning for a while, he was eager to try, but the ones he made were worse than the last, so he had to give up.He even made excuses for his clumsy hands: "The gold master is responsible for eating."

Bai Shuning repeatedly echoed him, saying that he was right.After the thousand packs were finished, I chopped some meat and added it to the remaining stuffing, and wrapped it for the long-awaited gold master.

Zheng Jian pretended to be cold and said: "Hmph, remember to please me, the benefactor."

Bai Shuning said, "Of course, you are my food and clothing parent."

"It's almost there."

After dinner, Zheng Jian drank the dumpling soup while Bai Shuning sorted out a thousand dumplings and prepared to send them to Huang Zhengming.

Seeing that there were so many dumplings, Zheng Jian said, "For the sake of dumplings, let me take you there. Where are you going to send them?"

Bai Shuning sat in the passenger seat and led the way, Zheng Jian turned left and right all the way, and drove to the destination in ten minutes.

Although it was getting late, Huang Zhengming's store was still brightly lit, and there was a sign of suspension of service hanging at the door of the store.

Bai Shuning's hands are full of dumplings.Zheng Jian also took a few bags, and opened the door with his other free hand, and there was a feeling of deja vu when he entered the door.

It's past working hours, and the employees in the store have already gone home, leaving only Huang Zhengming fighting with the dumplings.He looked at Zheng Jian, and asked Bai Shuning, "Who is this?"

Bai Shuning said, "Zheng Jian, my benefactor."

"Benefit master?" Huang Zhengming glanced at Bai Shuning strangely, why had he never heard of this news, and Bai Shuning introduced this benefactor with the expression of introducing my partner, what's the matter?

Zheng Jian laughed heartlessly: "Xiao Baibai, you scared people."

Who knew that after Huang Zhengming heard this address, he was ten times as frightened as before: "Little...in vain?"

"Yeah." Zheng Jian blinked, "I can't call him Laobai, he doesn't know how to do sunflower acupuncture, hahaha."

This joke was not funny at all, Huang Zhengming wondered if he had made too many dumplings and his brain was broken.

Bai Shuning put the dumplings on the bar: "The task is completed."

Huang Zhengming said in surprise: "So fast!" Then he said with a sad face, "My head hurts like hell, why do so many people like to eat dumplings!"

Bai Shuning smiled and said, "Everyone doesn't like it, so can you still sell it?"

"That's right." Huang Zhengming said, "Wait a minute, I'll put the dumplings in the refrigerator first."

Zheng Jian wandered around the store alone, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked.His eyes swept from the table to the French windows, and then looked at the scenery outside through the French windows, and finally fell on Bai Shuning.

Same place, same lights, same people.

An idea flashed in Zheng Jian's mind, why did Bai Shuning look so much like a person he had met more than a year ago!

"Bai Shuning!" Zheng Jian shouted.

Bai Shuning, who was called by name and last name, turned and looked at him: "Huh?"

Zheng Jian vaguely remembered the rhythm of the song back then, hummed a verse, and asked him: "A long time ago, I saw a person playing guitar in this store, is it you?"

Bai Shuning hummed along where he stopped, just like when Zheng Jian played half of the piece, Bai Shuning composed the second half after he left.

At the end of the song, Bai Shuning nodded and said, "It's me."

Zheng Jian was surprised and delighted, how could there be such a coincidence in the world.He fainted and asked, "When did you recognize me?"

"I recognized it from the beginning."

The beginning of Bai Shuning was when Jiang Sheng showed him the photo, but Zheng Jian didn't know it, and thought it was the time when Bai Shuning came to his house, so he asked, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't recognize me." Bai Shuning's tone was filled with imperceptible depression and helplessness, "It's not important."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Jian was furious after hearing this: "Who said it's not important!? Be careful I'll beat you! This matter is very important, very important. Do you know that I like your dumplings very much, and I also like your songs very much."

Bai Shuning said, "I like it so much, you still don't remember?"

"..." Zheng Jian was blocked for a while. After eating the dumplings made by Bai Shuning so many times, he didn't recognize the person. He was really stupid, but as a patron, he couldn't lose face.He raised his chest and raised his head, "Is it my fault?"

Bai Shuning squinted at him: "Yes, it's your fault."

"Don't make trouble!" Zheng Jian didn't expect the obedient little Baibai to come up with such a trick, and changed the topic and asked, "Where was that song back then? Why didn't I see it in your notebook?"

Bai Shuning took out his wallet, carefully took out a piece of paper from the place where the photo was placed in the wallet, held it between two fingers, shook it, and said, "Here."

In the place of the wallet, there are usually photos of his lover, but Bai Shuning put the only thing related to himself.Thinking of the song being collected by Bai Shuning in this way for nearly two years, Zheng Jian's thick skin turned red uncontrollably.He was embarrassed to get it, and he cleared his throat and asked, "Is the following score ready?"

Bai Shuning smiled teasingly: "Okay, didn't you hear that just now?"

Zheng Jian rubbed his face: "You hum so softly, how can I hear you clearly?"

Bai Shuning put it back into his wallet, and said with a low smile, "I'll play it for you when I get back later, okay?"

Zheng Jian nodded: "Okay!"

Huang Zhengming, who had been ignored since he came out of the kitchen after putting away the dumplings, stared at the two people after saying hello and leaving together, thinking with an excuseme expression on his face: What are they doing here?Show affection?Have you ever considered the feelings of a single dog, bastard!