The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen arrived at Wanghai Restaurant at half past six and sat on the sofa in the front hall at the entrance. He looked around and thought about what he should do if he wanted to decorate this place.

On the other hand, I was wondering how Liu Ligan was doing.

Zhang Chen sat in the front hall for ten minutes. Mr. Tan arrived. There were many people waiting for dinner in the front hall. The two of them walked to the door. Mr. Tan and the guests said, "We are Mr. Fu..."

"I know, I know, it's Mr. Tan, right?" Before Mr. Tan could finish speaking, the receptionist asked. Mr. Tan nodded quickly.

The greeter led the two of them through the hall and toward the box inside with a big smile. The hall was already packed.

Wanghai Restaurant is small in scale, with only two floors. The first floor is a banquet hall, and the second floor is a lobby with eight private rooms. Wanghai Restaurant is famous for its Cantonese morning tea and Hainanese cuisine.

Hainanese cuisine is an important branch of Cantonese cuisine. The other two are Chaozhou cuisine and Dongjiang cuisine. Dongjiang cuisine is the main dish near Guangzhou, while Chaozhou cuisine is favored by many bosses from Hong Kong, Macao and Chaoshan, making Chaozhou cuisine a Hainanese cuisine is the most sophisticated and expensive cuisine, but Hainanese cuisine still retains its original simplicity.

The welcome led them into the private room. Of course, the private room here cannot be compared with the Nanzhuang Hotel. Both the area and the level of luxury are different, and they also look older. This is probably the reason why it needs to be renovated. Bar.

Mr. Fu hadn't arrived yet, so the welcome guests asked Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen to take their seats. When they exited, she and the waiter standing at the door whispered, "Mr. Fu's guests."

The waiter nodded and came in to serve tea to Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen.

Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen said that Wanghai Tower belongs to a catering service company. Mr. Fu is the manager of the catering service company and the general manager of Wanghai International Hotel, Wanghai Restaurant and Wanghai Mall. Zhang Chen understood. No wonder Mr. Tan had to emphasize that that day. , Mr. Fu always sticks to his word.

"Mr. Fu has the final say on this decoration!" Mr. Tan emphasized again.

The two of them sat for a while, and then heard the voice of "Hello, Mr. Fu!" rang out from the corridor outside.

"My guest, are you here?" a strong voice asked.

The waiter in the box quickly took a few steps and smiled towards the corridor: "Mr. Fu, the guests have arrived."

Mr. Tan stood up, and Zhang Chen quickly stood up when he saw this.

Mr. Fu walked in, and Mr. Tan quickly greeted him and shook hands with Mr. Fu. After shaking hands, Mr. Tan introduced that this was the designer, Zhang Chen.

Mr. Fu shook hands with Zhang Chen and smiled: "Not bad, not bad, very young."

Zhang Chen quickly said: "Thank you Mr. Fu!"

Mr. Fu was different from the Hainan natives in Zhang Chen's impression. He was white and fat, and his voice did not have a Hainan accent. He was more like a person from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Zhang Chen was in a daze and thought he had met a fellow villager.

"Please take a seat, please take a seat." Mr. Fu asked them to take their seats again. "I'm sorry, I didn't invite you to those big hotels for dinner. You can only come to our small hotel for a work meal. I'm really too busy and can't leave. Open it, isn’t it? It’s convenient to get up and down.”

Mr. Tan smiled and said: "Mr. Fu, you are too polite. Wanghailou wants to say that it is a small hotel, but no one in Haicheng dares to say that it is a big hotel."

Zhang Chen also said: "That is, the size of this hotel is not the scale, but the sign. A hotel with a big sign, even if there are only two tables, is a big hotel."

Mr. Fu and Mr. Tan looked at each other and laughed. Mr. Fu said, "This little Zhang is quite philosophical."

Zhang Chen blushed, and he quickly said, I was just talking nonsense, I just said it out of my feelings and made Mr. Fu laugh.

"No, no, if you have philosophy, you have philosophy. How dare you make a joke, Xiao Zhang, tell me again, why do you feel angry?" Mr. Fu looked at him with a smile.

"When I came in from the front, I saw that the hall was full of people, and in the front hall outside, the people waiting for the meal could hardly stand anymore. I thought, the business in Wanghailou is good. Some hotels are very large and decorated. It's also very luxurious, but when it's meal time, there's no one around, so what's the use?" Zhang Chen said.

Mr. Fu laughed happily and Mr. Tan said, "Xiao Zhang, you have just arrived on the island not long ago, so you may not know that the Wanghai Tower sign was created by Mr. Fu himself."

"Yeah, that's amazing. It took several generations to build a century-old store. This Wanghai Tower sounds like a century-old store in Haicheng!" Zhang Chen said.

Mr. Fu waved his hand and said with a smile: "No more, no more. Besides, I'm going to make you talk more lightly. People of our generation, like no other, only know four words: work hard. Mr. Tan, do you think so?"

"Yes, this is really the task assigned to you by the organization. Without any hesitation, you should take the next step first, and then try every possible means to figure out how to complete it satisfactorily." Mr. Tan nodded and said.

The three of them were chatting while eating. Zhang Chen discovered that Mr. Fu was the first to use his chopsticks every time a dish was served. After the dish was served, the waiter who served it did not leave immediately, but stood aside with a pen and paper. Mr. Fu said, this, tell the chef that the marinating time is not enough, this, tell the chef that the oiling time has been a little too long, this, the sauce is too juicy.

You must know that the chefs he is talking about are all national top-level chefs. Anyone who dares to say such things to a top-level chef will not be able to convince others without a few words of his own.

Zhang Chen secretly admired him.

When Mr. Fu saw Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen looking at him, he quickly waved his hand: "Sorry, it's a professional habit. To be honest, I eat in my hotel, but if I don't eat well, I will get angry."

Mr. Tan smiled and said: "Mr. Fu can't eat well in any hotel. I'm afraid there is no hotel that can satisfy Mr. Fu completely."

"It's different, it's different." Mr. Fu said with a smile, "In other people's hotels, you don't have to worry about it."

During the meal, they almost didn't talk about the decoration. After the last experience, Zhang Chen finally understood that it turns out that when we really talk about business, we don't talk about business. People on both sides talk nonsense and nonsense. Then, the business will naturally gradually come into being, and the degree to which each person should grasp and what they should do are all self-explanatory.

Jin Lili and Liu Ligan often said that people in Haicheng like to talk at the dinner table, but when they come to the same table in the name of discussing business, Zhang Chen thought to himself, there are still many people like this who don't talk about business. Think about it. It makes sense. I don't even want to eat with you alone. How can we all eat the meat in the pot together?

Business, isn't it just meat stewed in a pot?

Mr. Fu seemed to be very interested in Zhang Chen's personal affairs. He asked Zhang Chen where he was from and where he originally worked. Zhang Chen told him that he used to work in the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe as an artist and a scenery painter.

"Where is this Yongcheng? Zhejiang or Jiangsu. From your accent, you are from Jiangsu and Zhejiang." Mr. Fu said.

"Yongcheng is a county below Hangzhou." Zhang Chen and Mr. Fu said.

"Then I know, Hangzhou is very good. There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. I am still in the building outside the building and have only been there for two months." Mr. Fu said.

"Really? Mr. Fu should know Hangzhou very well." Zhang Chen said.

"When I was young, I went there to study. In our industry, haha, learning means cutting vegetables. I cut vegetables everywhere I went. I cut vegetables in Guangzhou, cut vegetables in Shanghai, and cut vegetables in Changsha and Chengdu. When I arrived, I cut vegetables. In Beijing, it’s better to chop vegetables.” Mr. Fu said happily, and Zhang Chen understood in his heart, no wonder Mr. Fu didn’t have any Hainanese accent, it turned out that he had studied in so many places.

"Mr. Fu was in Wanghai Tower at that time?" Mr. Tan asked.

"No, in the guest house of the Hainan District Administrative Office, Mr. Tan, you also know that in our administrative office at that time, most of the leaders were from your army. They were all over the country. Those of us who served the leaders went to various places to learn and strive to let them I can taste the taste of my hometown." Mr. Fu said with a smile, "However, my horizons have also been opened. Otherwise, if I were to shrink on this island, I would never know how big the world is."

The three of them enjoyed the meal. Mr. Tan, Zhang Chen and Mr. Fu said goodbye. After leaving Wanghai Tower, Mr. Tan happily told Zhang Chen that it looked like this project was a sure thing.

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then understood, yes, if someone doesn't want to cooperate with you, who would spend so much time eating with you and chatting with you all over the world, especially a person like Mr. Fu who is so busy with work? And I never miss a meal.

"How are you going back?" Mr. Tan asked.

Zhang Chen said that I could just take a motorcycle or a Mazda. This Mazda is not a car, but a tricycle with ventilation from all sides. People in Haicheng call it "Pengpeng Car" or "Mazda".

"Come on, let me take you back." Mr. Tan said.

"No, thank you, Mr. Tan. The road in Binya Village is very crowded at this point. There are night markets and it's hard to drive. I'll take a motorcycle and I'll be there in a while." Zhang Chen said quickly.

"Okay, see you tomorrow!" Mr. Tan said.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Tan!"