Zhong Yuemin would not give up such an opportunity to join in the fun, but he never expected that Zhong Shanyue took out ten tickets.
Jiang Hua smiled and asked: "Dad, you have robbed CCTV. Why do you have so many votes?"
"Our department has allocated less than thirty tickets in total. Others said they don't want to join in the fun. We will have a reunion dinner with my family on the thirtieth night. I think you have many friends, so I will give them out. Anyway,
It’s a favor.”
Zhong Yuemin said bachelorly: "If I have one, it's enough. You can give the rest to my brother as a favor."
"Okay, leave the rest to me. I'll see if Zheng Tong, the third child and the others are going, and Kui Yong's family, but it's not necessarily true that anyone will go. How many people are not at home for the reunion dinner on the 30th night?
"
This is not twenty years from now, let alone twenty years from now. Ten years from now, these tickets will be very popular. After all, this is the first session, and not many people across the country know about it.
The result was obvious. Kui Yong's family did not accept the invitation. Zheng Tong and Lao San were happy to be the treasures. Ning Qiang did not accept the invitation either, but Ning Wei happily accepted the ticket.
Zhong Yuemin was also very happy to see Ning Wei again. This was his soldier. Because he failed to keep him, he had been feeling vague regret in his heart over the years. Now that he sees Ning Wei doing so well, Zhong Yuemin is
Really happy for Ning Wei.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Tong had already arranged the wedding banquet. He rented a large auditorium in a nearby factory, set up a dozen tables, and hired two chefs.
When Jiang Hua and Zhong Yuemin arrived, Zheng Tong and Lao San were greeting them at the door. They were wearing new leather jackets with smiles on their faces. No matter which colleague they saw, they would first smoke and say hello, and then lead them in.
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The employees who serve Wanjia Foodstuff Trading Company are also very happy. They didn't expect that the Chinese New Year is just around the corner and they can have a feast together. Isn't this an unexpected surprise?
So everyone arrived at the auditorium early and saw more than a dozen tables lined up in a row. The two big cooks in the corner of the auditorium were already very angry, waiting for the announcement to open the banquet.
There are still a lot of things piled on the rostrum, and they are still covered tightly with red cloth, so it is impossible to see what is piled on them.
Zheng Tong and Lao San arranged for everyone to sit down. Zheng Tong walked to the podium and said with a smile: "This is the first year that we serve Wanjia Food Trading Company, and we have made a good start in this first year.
The company has made money, and the masters have also made money, more than what you made in the factory before, right?"
"That is."
"Thank you, Boss Zheng, for the meal."
The flattering sounds were endless, Zheng Tong pressed his hand: "The money our company can make is the result of the hard work of all the masters, so setting a small table today is not a sign of respect. All the masters must eat and drink well. See
Is there a pile of things around me? After eating, we will have a lottery."
Zheng Tong brushed the red cloth and pulled it aside. There was a scooter, a TV, a tape recorder, a bicycle, rice, flour, grain and oil, etc.
"There are good and bad prizes. If you get rice, flour, grains and oil, don't blame others for getting a small pedal. You are unlucky. Go home and burn two sticks of incense during the New Year this year, and try to get good prizes next year."
An employee asked: "Boss Zheng, will this event be held next year?"
Zheng Tong waved his hand: "As long as our company still exists, we will hold it every year."
Zheng Tong looked at Lao San and said: "Lao San, please tell me a few words."
The third child stood next to Zheng Tong and said, "I'll just say two sentences. The first sentence is for everyone to eat and drink well. The second sentence is to let the banquet begin."
The kitchen helper in the corner of the auditorium quickly started to put the cold dishes and cold dishes on the table. The third child was in charge of the specific affairs.
The master workers opened the wine bottles and started drinking. Lao San and Zheng Tong started to toast table after table. Fortunately, they had a good capacity for drinking and drank lotus white, so they didn't fall down after going around.
In an unnoticed corner, a master chef was cooking vegetables while complaining: "Things are going wrong these days. The cooks don't make as much as the vegetable sellers. Where can I reason?"
The other master chef raised his head and looked up, but didn't say anything. The chef of the master chef just now also complained: "It's Chinese New Year and I still have to wait for them. I'm really angry now."
These two people were obviously Silly Zhu and Banggan. Zheng Tong and Lao San didn't know about the grudge between Jiang Hua and them, so the master chef who was looking for Bao Chu found them two.
The other master didn't say anything. He actually despised these two people in his heart. I don't know where they got their confidence. If you don't take the job if you don't want to serve others, I can make more if I take it by myself.
Silly Zhu neatly pulled the vegetables in the pot twice, then divided them into plates one by one, and said to Banggeng: "Let's take the vegetables."
Banggeng complained: "Uncle Silly, I've been learning from you for a year, when can I get on the stove and cook?"
Ma Hua, the second chef next to him, was full of resentment: He had been with Sha Zhu for more than ten years, and he still didn't think he was a master chef. He originally thought he should be able to get ahead, but another joke came up. Sha Zhu regarded him as his own son.
It hurts just as much, but this stickman is also a hot-tempered person with a high vision and a low hand. He can't cut vegetables well, so he just wants to put it on the stove, and he is seven times dissatisfied and eighty angry with his senior brother.
"What have you learned now? MCA has been studying for so many years, but you still don't have the ability to be a master. You want to be a master after only one year."
Bangge said indifferently: "That's because he is stupid. Can he compare with me? Besides, can you teach him all your skills? Of course you have to leave them all to me."
Silly Zhu banged the big spoon: "Nonsense, that MCA disciple is my senior disciple, can I not hand over all my skills to him?"
Silly Zhu was helpless with this fake person. He used to regard him as his son and felt that this boy was really smart. Now that he was following him as an apprentice, he realized that this boy had no ability at all.
But he couldn't pass Qin Huairu's test, so he could only try his best to cultivate Banggeng. What he said today was even more outrageous. How did Ma Hua feel after hearing this? He had been a Ma Hua for more than ten years, so this must not make him alienated.
Ma Hua also heard this, and of course he felt unhappy in his heart. He also felt resentful towards Silly Zhu. I have been working for you for more than ten years, and you taught me my skills and you still hid your secrets. No wonder the fat man is so stubborn.
Qin Huairu was also helping the cook at this moment. She also heard it and quickly explained to Ma Hua: "Ma Hua, don't mind. The child is still young and can't speak. Your master has done his best for you. I will also advise Zhu Zi when I go back."
