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

After some thought, Han Yuquan made a phone call, determined to sign up to be part of the Qibao restaurant project.

After getting the business card, he confirmed 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 Company has frequently airborne on the top of the hot search. Whenever it appears, it can instantly attract the attention of the public, and then sell its excellent products to occupy the entire market.

And behind this is Qing Qin, the president of Qibao, who has far-sighted vision and extraordinary means.

If it was this person, what he hoped for would definitely be successful, whether it was revitalizing the family business or defeating that shameless person.

The process went smoothly, and the place where the contract was finally signed was set at Han Yuquan's home. He planned to cook some dishes within his capacity to entertain his benefactor.

This time, I also brought Meng Yao, Pan Dao, Wen Li, Ding Jiu and Zhu Qi with me. The last four are all gluttons. They had longed for Chef Han’s craftsmanship early on, so they licked their faces and followed. .

The same is true.

Although Han Yuquan hurt his hands, he couldn't hold a knife, he couldn't hold a pot, and he couldn't show the exquisite knife skills and excellent control of the heat of Shandong cuisine, but the technique of hanging soup in Shandong cuisine has also been applied to other cuisines by him. .

He also asked the aunt at the opposite door to help with some ingredients. From the morning of the day before yesterday to this afternoon, he simmered it into a fragrant Buddha jumping wall.

As soon as Qing Qin and the others entered the house, they were overwhelmed by the fragrance, with an intoxicated look on their faces.

Director Pan even twitched his nose without hesitation, was hung by the aroma and came to the kitchen, swallowing his saliva wildly.The one who shared the same language with him was Zhu Qi, who was also unburdened, squatting in front of the stove and watching helplessly.

"You can eat it in another 10 minutes." Han Yuquan hadn't seen this kind of scene for a long time, and his culinary skills were once again affirmed, making him smile, "I won't let you down."

This is true.

When everyone was given a bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall, even Qingqin, who was the most aggressive before, rarely showed a gluttonous appearance, and munched through it without any image. It blends together with so much meat, but it doesn't look greasy at all. Swallowing it in one bite, the lips and teeth will be fragrant, and the aftertaste will be endless.

A few people were in a turmoil, gasping for breath while being scalded, gobbling it up, eating from the bowl, and keeping their eyes on the jar on the table, for fear that someone would take an extra step and enjoy that one more mouthful.

Han Yuquan hadn't cooked for a long time, and when he served them, he was still a little worried that his skills would be regressed. Seeing them eating happily, his heart immediately sank into his stomach.

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

Han Yuquan sat at the table, next to him was the aunt of Shuangbaigou with two temples, and on the opposite side were the six people of Qibao. The contrast was so great that he was also a little worried about the terms of the next contract.

"Qibao can help you open a restaurant. You can apply for funds to the Finance and Accounting Department according to your needs, and there are very few obligations. We only take 2% of the annual profit. In addition, your restaurant has to be paid to the Ministry of Finance. There is always a place reserved, and Qibao staff dinners are provided twice a month. Of course, they are all paid, and they need to operate legally and compliantly..."

Meng Yao read clause by clause, her voice was very clear, and Han Yuquan's heart became more and more alive.

Xiaoqing's reputation is well-deserved, and Qibao is definitely doing charity. Every item is as profitable as possible, taking care of a fledgling entrepreneur.

Even at the end, Han Yuquan felt ashamed that I didn't deserve it.

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

"No more," Han Yuquan took a deep breath, holding his trembling right hand with his left hand, "I just think that I might fail Mr. Qing's expectations."

Qingqin thought: This kind of injury can only be done by a Chinese doctor. How can a Chinese doctor be so easy to ask?But he doesn't care if the restaurant pays or not. If he can help people realize their dreams, it just suits him: "Actually, Qibao wants to enter the catering industry. What he needs is not only a chef in the town, but also a chef. Many disciples, if you can cultivate talents for Qibao, that would be the best."

Qingqin thought about the craftsmanship of that Boss Fan. There are always similarities between father and son. He couldn'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 become a master, the better.

Anyway, now Qingqin is going to implement the procrastination formula to the end, and choose these projects with particularly late return on investment to ensure that they will not receive returns during the competition period, so that they can lower their rankings during the settlement, and even lose the competition smoothly.

"Okay!" Logically speaking, Han Yuquan was unwilling to hand over the Han family's recipes to others, but now that their Han family's talents are withered, and the modern society does not favor the family's secret recipes, it is better to release them to give back to Qibao.

And this is also a way to fight the bastard surnamed 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 wine practitioners, and the youth series was in full swing, Qing Qin was busy with affairs, so he got into the car without stopping, and went back to the townhouse with the rest.

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

Coming out this time is also an opportunity for the staff to build a team building tour. The other staff have been traveling around the capital during this time. Naturally, Qing Qin will not favor one another, and let him go to free activities with a wave of his hand.

Zhu Qi went back with Han Yuquan on the way, and the two chatted without knowing it.At the beginning, Zhu Qi was touting his culinary skills, but the rest of the conversation inevitably fell into Han Yuquan's hands.

"Actually, I used to be quite good at knife skills. A piece of tofu can cut you a thousand needles, but now my hands are not good enough." Han Yuquan pretended to be relaxed.

"Is it tenosynovitis?" Zhu Qilai didn't know his story before, but now he heard it and was very concerned. It's a pity that such a good chef was buried. "My grandfather has dabbled in this area."

"It was broken in a car accident before," Han Yuquan sighed, "It's not that easy to treat, and many Chinese medicine doctors say it can't be done."

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

Sure enough, it was some innocuous consolation. Han Yuquan just gave up on himself and was depressed. He didn't even realize this sentence at the first moment. Living on a driftwood: "What!"

Zhu Qi has also seen many patients who suddenly gained hope over the years, and he has adapted well to this: "If you can go back with me and ask, you will know."

"Okay!" Han Yuquan immediately agreed to such a wish.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Qing Qin didn't know that he had given birth to a Chinese doctor with poisonous milk, recalling Han Yuquan's expression when he heard about the investment, he sighed and smiled at the same time.

It cannot be denied that this is indeed a pretty beautiful scene.

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

Dreams are things that are so difficult that they can only be dreamed about. Whether it is building a restaurant for someone here, or helping Wenli realize his animation dream over there, it is something with high investment and elusive returns.

When Lou Quan saw the news, he thought of Qingqin's various operations to turn the tide this year, and consciously went further with his sweetheart: "I also think that the appearance of fighting for your dreams is the most beautiful."

Fight for your dreams.

Qingqin read these five words again, and a good idea came to his mind, which could be matched with the investment plan he had in his mind before.

Helping to fulfill other people's dreams is tantamount to burning money, and burning money is tantamount to fulfilling his own dreams - realizing negative profits, losing the game, and staying 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 obtain funds from the bank to realize their dreams, and part of their profits will be put into the dream bank to encourage other people to realize their wishes.”

When the time comes to lower the requirements of dreams, it doesn't have to be profitable. As long as the threshold is low enough, there will be a lot of people who want to take advantage of it, and the funds in the account will not be abundant.

In that case, the funds converted during the final assessment of Dream Bank will not go much, and the profits on hand will be successfully spent.

This can be regarded as solving a hot potato.

The rest of the people obviously misunderstood, and immediately drank the bowl of chicken soup, showing the expressions of fans: "Mr. Qing is amazing!"

That night, Meng Yao added Xiao Qing’s observation diary as follows: “My boss is a very socially responsible entrepreneur. His original intention of creating Dream Bank is to support every dreamer.”

Many years later, in the interpretation of Mr. Qing's autobiography published, she added a comment to this passage: "I often guess that maybe it is because he is also a dream chaser that he has such a deep feeling. Humanistic care. Around that time, he already had the ambition to build this behemoth—the Qibao Group spanning food, agriculture, animal husbandry, logistics, e-commerce and energy.”

Leaving aside the future, when everyone in Qibao happily enjoyed the eve of the awards ceremony, Qiu Dang, who had been trying to find out the news, returned disappointed.

He sat on the chair, a little downcast: "The level of analysis of the flavor substances of the liquor we sent up doesn't seem to be very good."

"How do you know?" Ding Jiuwan couldn't accept that his teacher's work had problems again.

Qiu Dang hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "You may not know that 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 suddenly: "I mean my dad's Qiu is Professor Qiu's Qiu, the one who announced in the agricultural magazine last year that he had developed the grape Wanxia Pearl No. 10!"

Everyone gasped this time. If the news came from this boss, then nine out of ten it is true.