Walking out of the company building where Tengxun was located, Yang Yi looked at the two generals beside him with a slight joking look, and he was very regretful to spread his hands: "It seems that my worry didn't exist at the beginning, and you went there for nothing to work. It's really a waste of the company's funds."

Qiu Yuan naturally didn't care. After several months of getting along, he also realized that although his little boss could burst out energy and abilities far beyond his peers when doing serious business, he was a very easy-to-talk person in private and did not mind making harmless jokes with his subordinates." So after shook his head, he ignored Yang Yi's bragging, but began to look for a taxi around.

Xu Pengxiang's expression was rarely so optimistic: "There is no contract signed now. Mr. Yang, isn't it too early to say this? For those who are engaged in legal services, even if the contract takes effect, there are millions of ways to tear the contract, let alone now."

"I really doubt whether you are an employee of our Yangyi Culture." Yang Yi waved his hand helplessly about Xu Pengxiang's inconsistency and then ignored him: "Let's go and find a place to eat. I have always heard of the Cantonese snacks in Yangcheng for a long time, but I have never had the chance to taste them. Now that I come, I naturally have to feel them well."

At this time, although in addition to the three of them, a little secretary in charge of miscellaneous items was brought with them, in this case, a little girl could not arrange it. After stopping two taxis, Qiu Yuan asked the driver and asked someone to take them to the morning tea house in Yangcheng, and other book friends were reading:.

"Actually, I think the one you should bring here the most this time is your uncle, who asked him to do an inspection in the catering market in Yangcheng. Check out the Guangdong-style food culture. Is it possible that it can be accepted by consumers in the Yangtze River Delta area?" Qiu Yuan suggested to Yang Yi in the back row of the taxi.

"Hey, why do you also care about the problem of Yangyi Catering? I remember I said that Yangyi Catering's finance will not be merged into the group, right? Or are you just considering these issues simply from the perspective of a consumer in the catering industry?" Yang Yi smiled and teased Qiu Yuan, not knowing what he thought of when he suddenly mentioned this aspect.

"In terms of finance, I know that Yangyi Catering is duli, but for an industry like the catering industry, where funds are recovered quickly and the net income is pretty good, it is normal for me as a financial staff to care about it." Qiu Yuan smiled and did not hide his intentions: "I have also learned about the old Yang family store in Yuezhou. The operating conditions of last year. It was obviously a medium-sized hotel that I just built, but when the year-end statistics were made, it had a dividend of more than one million yuan. How could I not pay attention to it? This is your uncle's family. It also divided half of the profits.

Is it the premise? So according to this ratio, if Yangyi Catering can successfully gain a foothold in MoCity, then it means that in Yangyi Catering alone, your personal annual income can reach three million. This is still a conservative estimate of the consumer capabilities of MoCity. In fact, using the situation in Yuezhou to bring it to MoCity is not suitable. Then by the end of the year, you will personally earn three million more. And these three million are not unexpected, you have to invest in Yangyi Network. You can help Yangyi Network support for one more month. I feel very satisfied, so I will naturally pay attention to it."

"So that's the idea!" Yang Yi smiled and shook his head, instead of commenting on the other party's thoughts, but began to think about other questions.

Soon, the group arrived at the place where they had inquired in advance. Yangcheng Restaurant directly named their hotel with the name of the city. You can also get a glimpse of the boss's confident attitude from this naming.

When he arrived at the hotel entrance, a welcome lady immediately took the crowd and quickly selected the room instead of the individual seats in the first floor lobby. Then Yang Yi did not make it bigger and picked up the menu and smiled: "One orders, everyone, whoever orders are not delicious and hasn't finished eating, packs it up and takes it back to the hotel. No other meal is allowed."

Qiu Yuan shook his head and smiled, not caring about it. He has always been very indifferent to the mouth and has no ban on food. Xu Pengxiang, seeing that his attitude is just a gourmet, didn't care about Yang Yi's jokes, and directly acted like a gold medal gourmet. However, the girl in the secretariat was left because she was following several big bosses in the company. Although Yang Yi was younger than her younger brother, she was a person who was killed in Yangyi Culture after all. She wanted to fire a young secretary and didn't even need the strength to move her mouth. Naturally, someone would observe her words and demeanor to help him deal with it, so she has not been able to be very relaxed so far.

However, after Yang Yi and the other two ordered the dishes, she saw the waiter bringing the menu, and naturally blushed and waved her hands hesitantly: "I haven't gone far away, and I don't know what to order for Cantonese cuisine. It would be a waste to not eat it later, or..."

But when she said this, she suddenly realized how could she have the nerve to ask the company's boss and executives to order food for her? For this reason, the girl was embarrassed in her seat, and she was not standing or standing.

Seeing the embarrassment of the young secretary, Yang Yi couldn't force anything, so he shook his head and smiled: "Then let's have a Kemaholic cake, a Ke char siu, a powdered fruit, a char siu bun, and a chicken feet. It's all girls like. Finally, let's have a bowl of double-skin milk? Forget the rice noodles."

Hearing Yang Yiyang's casual look, the girl stood up again and waved her hand: "No, no, no, I can't eat so much..."

"Sit down, I said it was lunch time, don't be so restrained, so that people thought that the three of us men were bullying you." For the group of small secretaries in the company's secretariat, except for Via An and one or two of them who were extroverted, lively and bold, Yang Yi was all in business and was embarrassed to shout "Sister XX", for fear that these sensitive girls would go back and think about whether they would fire them when they hear their name, or for some kind of hinting that they could not be on the table: "Don't worry, Cantonese morning tea doesn't have much weight, and there is only one or two of them. Just think of it as snacks. Didn't you see Mr. Qiu and Mr. Xu, did they order more than ten?

After hearing what Yang Yi said, the little girl was more restrained, but she still didn't dare to be too relaxed, :.

After ordering the meal, the crowd started chatting in a mess. Of course, it was Yang Yi and the other three men who spoke, while the little secretary opened his eyes wide and forced himself to be a tree hole. After chatting like this, several people forgot the meal time. It was not until nearly twenty minutes later that Yang Yi suddenly realized why the thing he called had not come up yet.

"The largest restaurant in Yangcheng, and it is a time-honored brand. Now when you eat, it is normal to serve food slowly, right?" Qiu Yuan, outside of his job, always looks like a good man, and can chat with almost everyone calmly. When he saw Yang Yi ask, he shook his head and smiled.

However, Xu Pengxiang obviously disagrees with his opinion and retorted: "Cantonese morning tea is different from our eating in other places. The things here are the same, especially the things like char siu. The chef prepares enough portions early. The guests order a guest and cut off one guest. Generally speaking, at least two or three things can be served in five minutes or the like."

Seeing that the senior executives said this, the little secretary felt very obedient and immediately stood up: "I'll go and ask."

Yang Yi and the other two did not stop it. After all, this was barely considered a secretary's job, so they watched the girl leave the private room to inquire about the situation.

But they did not wait for the secretary's return, but three minutes later, they waited for the figure of the hotel service lady: "Hello, gentlemen, do you have a lady in a gray suit and suit coming with you? If so, the lady had a misunderstanding with several other guests. Look..."

The three men looked at each other and all stood up.

After following the waitress to the lobby outside, I saw a group of people gathering the girls they brought out in the middle, shouting in Cantonese. Several men were arrogant and condescending, making the girl who was already introverted even hurriedly crouched at the counter and couldn't speak.

It was not until after seeing Yang Yi and the other two that the girl saw the savior, and she was extremely aggrieved but timidly approached the three of them. It was obvious that the girl was also worried that she would have to come out with the senior management for the first time and she would have to deal with the matter for her, so she seemed very at a loss.

"What's wrong? Can't you say something well? What's the point of cursing a little girl?" Yang Yi spoke first. Even though he was not satisfied with his life in his previous life for various reasons, he rarely cursed a woman so much. Even if he was unforgivable and had a strong sense of civic people, he would generally try to tolerate the street aunts.

The power of men is not manifested by bullying women.

"Oh, you are the ones with this little girl!" The man who cursed the most fiercely just now pointed at Yang Yi and said viciously: "I signed a contract here, but your person ran over like a nerve, causing me to draw my own clothes. What do you think?"

While speaking, the man stretched out his suit cuffs. On the originally light-colored beige suit, a ballpoint pen scratch looked particularly dazzling.
Chapter completed!