After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

Since the four people established a communication channel, communication has become much easier.

For a period of time after that, Xi Rui was relatively calm, and 066 had a lot of time and energy to pay attention to Xue Jing's nascent work life.

And report the latest important news to the host in real time.

This has also become the most important source of fun for Xirui on her way back to Beijing.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s really hard for this young master. Although his previous experience was bumpy, he didn’t get to the point where he had to worry about the livelihood of the whole family. 】066 Sitting in Xi Rui's arms, the bumps of the carriage coming from below were cushioned, and it was almost like a rocking chair to her.

While lying down and resting comfortably, the scenes between Xue Jing and Xie Xingyu were connected through the air.

Naturally, Xi Rui would not let go of such a good opportunity to relieve her boredom. Sitting in a carriage was not much fun and entertainment.

Connected to 066's sensory sharing, Xue Jing, who is far away in Suzhou, is like a character appearing in a movie at this moment, with various storylines playing out in her eyes.

[People have to grow up. He is not one of those young men who are industrious and careless about grains. It is not that hard to accept that he is asked to do hard work of moving. 】 Xirui closed her eyes and fell asleep in front of her mother in the carriage.

Half of the mind is focused on the other end of the connection.

Even though the eleven-year-old boy looks taller than his peers, he is undoubtedly the most eye-catching one when he is around a group of adults.

Xue Jing's identity has been arranged by the Management Bureau, and there is no flaw in it. He still looks the same.

It's just that Xirui and Xie Xingyu made some changes to his hairstyle, so that outsiders could see that Xue Jing was wearing the same money rat tail, but in fact he had not shaved his hair.

"Grandpa, look here." Xue Jing held an account book and approached Xue Xiong, the old man of the Xue family, for advice.

Under the premise that there was already an eldest brother in the family who was studying hard, he, the middle child, proposed that he wanted to study with his grandfather, and the process was naturally much simpler and smoother.

The old man of the Xue family agreed without even thinking about it. He immediately asked someone to bring the account books from his home and taught him the basics bit by bit.

Today, the big day of accounting, brought Xue Jing with him.

Hearing that the grandson had questions, he ignored the stewards and accountants of various shops who were still sitting in the reception hall and hurriedly answered his questions first.

Everyone waiting in the hall is a human being, and you can't tell what the old man means.

The second young master in front of them should be their new boss in the near future.

The Xue family is one of the best in this town, with many shops. There are two well-known scholars in the family, and the eldest young master is a deputy candidate. It seems that he is expected to reach a higher level.

Those of them who work for others naturally hope that their employers will do well. If their employers do well, they will also benefit from it.

Now that the two young masters of the club have a clear future, they don't have to worry about their old club being old and having no successors. This is good.

Xue Xiong explained the things he didn't understand to his grandson very carefully. When he nodded with a look of surprise on his face, he stroked his beard with satisfaction, turned back with a smile, and continued to listen to what was waiting in the hall. People report matters.

"Master, our Wuhu Restaurant hasn't served new dishes for a while. Shouldn't we..." It wasn't until the noise of what was going on subsided that the steward sitting closest to the door stood up and responded.

After hearing his words, the relaxed smile on Xue Xiong's face faded, and he sighed almost inaudibly, "How many people are left in the restaurant?"

Xue Xiong asked this question quite dejectedly, and it was obvious that he didn't have high expectations anymore.

As a boss, this is the attitude. The steward who replied bowed even deeper, "There is only one cook left in the kitchen, and most of the helpers and waiters have also left."

Obviously, the situation at Wuhu Restaurant is not very good.

"Master, this restaurant seems to be at the end of its power, it's better to stop the losses in time." The manager of the grain store who was sitting at the front suggested turning to Xue Xiong and bowing his hands.

Wuhu Restaurant has been declining in recent months and is close to negative profitability.

They are all in charge of the Xue family's shop, and there is also a sense of comparison between the several stewards.

Wuhu Restaurant is a business started by the Xue family, and the manager is a relative of a branch of the Xue family. In the past years, he has always been trusted by Xue Xiong based on these two points.

He has been on top for a long time, and the other stewards are somewhat jealous.

Now that I finally had the opportunity to step on him, I naturally wouldn't let it go easily.

"My boss, there are still some regular customers in Wuhu Restaurant. It would be a pity to just give up." Xue Ming, the manager of the restaurant, hurriedly begged Xue Xiong.

He has been working in a restaurant since he was or years old. He started working as a waiter and has been working as a steward now. The effort he put in is no less than raising a child.

I really couldn't do it, so I just watched my hard work being abandoned.

"Hmph, if you don't give up now, will you have to wait until there is a net loss before exiting in embarrassment?" Zhang Dayou, the manager of the grain bank, gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

"The chef of the restaurant left with a large number of people. It was the kindness of the owner that kept you. I hope you can make a good deal of it. But after a few months, Manager Xue didn't seem to have any good ideas to help the restaurant survive the crisis. "

"That's because there's a restaurant right next to the restaurant, and new dishes are launched every month. That's why..." Xue Ming argued unconvinced.

"The newly opened restaurant poached the chef of Wuhu Restaurant. Now the business is booming. Manager Xue cannot escape his responsibility for this matter!" Zhang Dayou interrupted Xue Ming's defense with an angry tone.

The two had a heated exchange, almost pointing at each other's noses and scolding each other.

"That's enough!" Xue Xiong still couldn't stand it anymore and slapped the table to silence them all.

"What are you talking about?" Xue Xiong didn't forget his little grandson beside him. He was worried that he would be frightened, so he hurriedly brought him to his side.

Facing the farce in front of him, Xue Xiong was silent for a long time, "A Ming, in your opinion, what should I do with this new recipe?"

The recipe is the foundation of a restaurant. It is really embarrassing for the Wuhu Restaurant chef to run away, leaving only an inexperienced supporter.

Regular patrons also come here because of the old signature.

But as time goes by, there is no solution.

The most important thing is to innovate.

For the Xue family, recruiting new chefs is not a difficult task. The difficulty lies in making new dishes that are enough to attract customers back.

"The dishes in the state capital are fresh. We might as well go look for them. Even if we buy one or two, we can..." Xue Ming said with hope.

"Is Manager Xue joking?" Zhang Dayou interrupted again.

Who doesn’t know how good the state capital is? The question is, is this half-dead restaurant really worth it?