Chapter 1650 President Du, your mother calls you home for dinner

Time goes back to early 1987.

The trolley moved almost silently on the red carpet. With a click, the front door opened. A woman in white overalls came out holding sheets and pillowcases to be changed. She found the trolley that should have been parked at the door.

The car was still five or six meters away from him, and he couldn't help but frown: "Wu Qian, Wu Qian, what are you doing?"

"Oh." Wu Qian woke up when she heard this and quickly pushed the car forward.

The woman in work clothes stuffed the sheets and pillowcases into the car and took the opportunity to poke her head towards the corridor window: "What were you looking at just now? So fascinated?"

Wu Qian pointed to the opposite side: "The fight is about to begin."

"A fight started? A fight started again? When is this the first time in the month?"

"The third or fourth time, I can't remember clearly."

The woman in work clothes shook her head and sighed heavily: "In just a few years, Jishan Hall has been reduced to this. I don't know what those people are doing."

In 1984, the number of customers at Jishantang, especially during the Spring Festival, was one of the best in the entire Jichun period. Leaders of various factories entertained customers there, people from government agencies gathered there for dinner, and even dignitaries from other cities.

I will also drive here specially to eat here. Yes, ordinary people cannot afford it, but the reputation is not good. If friends talk about when they were invited by someone at Jishantang, it is a matter of pride. Now

What about now?

Haha~

Who can talk about Jishantang without shaking their head and saying that since they changed owners, everything has been different.

The quality of the food, the service, the reputation... it's really getting worse and worse day by day. In the past, you had to wait for meals. Now, even on holidays, more than half of the tables in the hall are empty, and there are fights every now and then. It's strange that business can be good.

Wu Qian walked to the room with the washed sheets and pillowcases and said: "You are from the countryside and have never worked in a state-owned hotel before. I have been eating from a big pot for several years, let's talk about the Changhe Hotel in Kanzikou.

Well, they were all related households who entered through the back door. Private business was not popular at that time. There was only one restaurant on the whole street. When the guests came, they paid for food stamps and meals, and then you just waited. The chef was in a good mood and was very popular.

Hurry up and give more. The chef is in a bad mood. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you think the money is not worth the money? Hurry up and leave. No one will ask you if you are satisfied or if it tastes good. Jishantang has been here since

After changing the boss, the people we hired were all relatives and friends of the leaders of Golden Land Magazine, and they were just waiting for a few years to become full-time employees. A group of people who want to be educated, and you expect them to do a job of serving people.

?Save it."

The woman in overalls was about to speak, when the intercom on the trolley rang. It was the front desk asking them if the room had been tidied up, and the guests were in a hurry to check in.

She quickly stopped her thoughts and picked up the walkie-talkie to respond to her colleague's questions.

…

On the other side, after Du Donghai learned about the incident in Jishantang, he rushed here to deal with it immediately.

"Director Cui, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's all our negligence. Our management is not strict. We must learn from our lessons and make corrections this time. I will make the final decision on the meal for you and your friends this time." After saying this, he

He winked at the thin monkey behind him, and the man quickly handed over a wad of banknotes.

"Last time I came back for the Chinese New Year, I heard from a friend that Jishantang is the hotel with the best service in Jichun City. Now it seems that the reputation is simply wasted." Director Cui took the banknotes from Du Donghai without even saying a polite word, and was cold.

He grunted and walked outside.

Du Donghai didn't dare to say anything and walked to the door with a smile like a grandson.

This is ugly and embarrassing, but you can't do it otherwise. Director Cui across the street is no ordinary person. He is a director of the Beijing Xinhua Bookstore Management Center. As the vice president of Golden Land Magazine, you can't afford to offend him.

He nodded and bowed to send away several guests, and when he turned around, his expression changed.

"Have any of you done something like this? Can you do such a stupid thing? I made a phone call to the Municipal Cultural Bureau, and the magazine company was completely embarrassed by you."

When he talked about what happened today, he was furious. The guests drank a lot of wine. Director Cui came out to pay the bill, and the people who organized the bureau paid the bill again. His nephew, the store manager, said the same thing.

I was collecting two portions of money, thinking that someone else was drunk, so the matter passed over in a daze, but I didn't expect that the incident would come to light and someone would catch me.

Not to mention that Director Cui is the director of Xinhua Bookstore in Beijing, not Jichun Xinhua Bookstore... Even if he is the latter, it would be quite embarrassing for the magazine to cause such trouble.

The point is, I don’t know how many times his nephew, the store manager, has done this kind of thing.

"How many times have you done this?"

"First time, really."

Of course he didn't believe it: "You are the only one who still wants to become a regular employee? Change your position!"

Du Donghai's nephew Du Lingao glanced at the window of the hotel manager's office opposite and whispered: "Uncle, can we talk inside?"

"You know how embarrassing it is."

Du Donghai also glanced over there. Although his anger was still strong, his voice was much weaker.

I don’t know why, but ever since the magazine took over Jishantang, demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters have come out. People get drunk and get into fights every once in a while. People in this factory and that hospital just tell them to keep accounts and pat their butts when they’re done.

Let’s go, it’s easy for them to eat and drink, but it’s hard to pay for it with real money. In just this year, the hotel business is getting worse day by day. Not to mention making profits for the company, they also have to put money into it to pay employees’ wages. The company is now

There are a lot of complaints, and there are a lot of people who scold him behind his back. Let's just talk about the Spring Festival welfare. In previous years, it was ten yuan and twenty yuan. The year before last, it was ten yuan. Last year, it was reduced to eight yuan. This is still for the current employees, and the retired employees only have

Four or five yuan, so they went to the president and made trouble for a long time. As for this year...he didn't dare to think about it, let alone meet with the accountant.

I don’t know how Ding Xia managed it. How did it change like this when it was in the hands of the magazine?

What's even more irritating is that Zhou Bingkun packaged up the Jishantang people and sold them to an HK boss. He bought the old building of the electric wire factory and opened a big hotel. He renovated and renovated it, oh, that's how grand it is.

, and it integrates food, accommodation and bathing. It also imported a set of karaoke equipment from abroad. It can listen and sing. It is very advanced. Not to mention Jichun City, it is the only one in the entire Northeast.

His business is booming, but their place is getting worse and worse. To be honest, he is afraid of coming to Jishantang now because he always feels that Ding Xia is standing behind a window in the restaurant opposite and looking at him with a smile - a mocking smile. This feeling is really terrible.

Already.

"Uncle..."

"Don't call me uncle!"

Du Donghai was stern in his words, but honest in his feet. He dragged his nephew, the store manager, into Jishantang.

…

Under the operation of President Wang and the accountant, the magazine vacated a book warehouse and rented it to a furniture seller. This solved the problem of Spring Festival welfare. However, the money was not distributed, but rice and oil were replaced, because this thing can be negotiated

Price, different brands have different price reductions.

Du Donghai thought that the matter was over, and his nephew didn't care. Anyway, Jishantang's reputation had nothing to do with him. He just came here to gain qualifications. In half a year, he could get rid of a fifty-year-old man in the back office.

Women were officially established.

However, five months later, Du Donghai, who had the same idea as his nephew and thought that he could send President Wang away if he endured longer, was awakened from his dream by the young man who had brought him to Jishantang for negotiation.

"President...President!"

"What's the fuss about? Didn't you see that I'm taking a lunch break? Get out."

The young man stood at the door, wanting to go in but not daring to go in. He wanted to go out, but he felt he couldn't do it.

Du Donghai also realized that he might really have something important to report, so he wiped his face and waved to people.

The young man walked over quickly and put a newspaper on the desk.

"Ji Chun Evening News?"

Du Donghai frowned. Ji Chun Evening News was one of the most important newspapers in the area, and its affiliated newspaper had many business contacts with Golden Land Magazine, so it was no stranger to him.

The young man pointed to an article on the front page.

Du Donghai picked up the myopia glasses placed at his elbow and put them on. When he looked at the title, his expression suddenly changed. It was an editorial published by the Ji Chun Evening News.

The main title is "Economic System Reform is a Tough Battle", and the subtitle is "From the Rise and Decline of Jishantang to See the Various Diseases in Jiangliao under the Conditions of Reform and Opening Up".

He skimmed the content of the article again, and his face was as white as a piece of paper, because this editorial started from the changes in Jishantang before 1984 and Jishantang after 1984, and discussed in detail why the big pot rice mentality

It will become the biggest obstacle slowing down the reform of the economic system in Jiangliao Province, and several very constructive views were put forward on how to correct the problem.

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