"Self-regulation committee for the catering industry? It sounds like it's very powerful." Li Jin said calmly.
Domestically, many industries advocate market leadership, and the government has completely withdrawn from administrative management of the industry.
Therefore, in addition to some necessary administrative approval and tax audit work, most service industries such as catering are managed by self-regulatory committees established by the industry itself.
This self-regulatory committee is not an official organization, but it has considerable power. It can review stores within its jurisdiction at any time, and if problems are found, it can order rectifications.
If the store ignores the problem or the problem is serious, the Self-Administration Council will report it to the official to resolve it.
So in ordinary times, such a name as the president of the Self-Administration Committee can indeed scare people.
After all, the county magistrate is not as good as taking charge now, let alone your immediate superior who can take charge of you?
But for Li Jin... it's completely useless.
I don’t know the president of the Catering Industry Self-Regulation Association because I’m not qualified to let him know him.
"You know you're scared?" Qian Min couldn't see Li Jin's hidden meaning. He sneered, thinking that Li Jin was like the other people who had offended him in the past. When he revealed his father's identity, he immediately became frightened.
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"But it's useless! Damn, you dare to offend anyone, right? You are arrogant enough, right? Now that you offend me, you know that you have kicked the iron plate?"
"But I'm telling you, it's useless to regret it. I will definitely take this matter to the end today!"
"Hey, it cost a lot of money to open such a hot pot restaurant here, right? It's a pity that it will be closed down on the first day of opening. This is what happens if you mess with me!"
Li Jin asked Qian Min: "What do you mean, even if I apologize now, it will be useless? You will definitely ask your father, who is the president, to close our hot pot restaurant?"
"Apologize?"
Qian Min laughed wildly.
"I'm sorry for you. If the apology was useful, the world would be peaceful! You idiot, you know that you kicked the iron plate today, right? I just fucking like your expression. Fight! Keep fighting! Damn, you have the ability.
Keep hitting me!"
"Okay, you said so."
Li Jin's words stunned Qian Min for a moment.
According to the normal script, shouldn't Li Jin try every means to beg for mercy from himself now, send him benefits and women, and beg for his forgiveness?
But what does ‘you said’ mean?
Soon, Qian Min knew what it meant.
Because he heard Li Jin say to Liu Jun: "Did you hear his request? I have never heard such an excessive request in my life, actually asking others to beat him."
"Then satisfy them, beat them, shut them up, and then throw them out. Even if you have a good meal, you will meet such people, which will affect your appetite."
Qian Min's eyes widened suddenly. He almost thought he heard wrongly. He yelled: "Are you fucking crazy? Do you still dare to hit me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"Afraid."
Li Jin shrugged, "So I can only try my best to meet your requirements and make you satisfied. Then maybe you will let me go once you are in a good mood."
The people watching nearby almost laughed out loud.
Li Dongliang and Zhang Yong looked at Qian Min happily.
They were not worried about the consequences at all, because they knew that the person who really kicked the iron bricks was Qian Min, not Li Jin.
Qian Min wanted to speak, but Liu Jun blocked his mouth with a towel.
Brother Jin told him to shut up.
The fingers pinched Qian Min's chin and jawbone, and the fingers were shocked. Both Qian Min and his friend were not missing, and Liu Jun pressed and dislocated their jaws.
Then Liu Jun dragged Qian Min, who kept shouting, out of the hot pot restaurant.
At this time, Li Jin had already walked up to Tang Ying and said, "Okay, everything has been resolved. You don't have to be afraid."
Tang Ying almost cried.
Can she not be afraid?
Her boss even got into a fight over this matter. She felt that she was dead this time and that she would not be able to keep her job.