"Mr. Zhou, should our school for employees' children conduct more innovative education courses?"
"If you are interested, you can post on the staff forum to solicit parents' opinions. When the proportion is reached, the school will definitely take action. But..."
Zhou Yan glanced back at the designer who asked the question, thought for a while, and continued: "Many teachers in public schools in China are not very professional in cultivating students' innovative abilities. If you find out from friends circles that there are
The ideal teacher can reach out to the staff forum..."
"Mr. Zhou, are foreign teachers okay?"
"Yes, but a considerable number of nominated foreign teachers may not pass the review of the company's security department..."
"Mr. Zhou, the company provides such good benefits to its employees, so aren't we afraid of losing money?"
Finally the problem hit a major artery.
"Although our Xinghan has always been against Sang Xing, in fact..." Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, "In addition to family-style management, Sang
employee ecosystem..."
"Nan Bang was inseparable from Sang Xing from birth to death."
"This refers to Sangxing's complete product categories and monopoly," Zhou Yan nodded, "However, what I personally pursue is to build a closed economic cycle within the group and try to prevent the company's salary from flowing out.
…”
"Old Zhou, your ambitions are a bit too ambitious..."
"We are working in this direction," Zhou Yan continued, slightly pleased with himself. "The ultimate goal is to build a currency and credit system within the group..."
After a while, the employees who went out to "pick wheat" came back, each carrying a large bag of wheat ears, which made Zhou Yan shake his head.
"Burning wheat ears is just a taste. If you eat too much, it will be boring..."
Just when a few employees carrying woven bags looked at each other at a loss, the chef came over with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, I know a way to make the wheat aroma without burning it, and the taste is different...
…”
"Rolling around?" Zhou Yan turned around with a smile and looked at the head chef in the kitchen carefully, "Are you a soldier in the Central Plains or in Jincheng?"
"Zhongyuan, I've had it several times and I'll never forget it..." As he said that, the head chef looked at the employees who were playing poker and said, "You guys can help get the wheat grains out..."
"By the way," Zhou Yan suddenly remembered something and looked back at the chef, "If there is no roller, can a stone mill be used for grinding?"
"Use the wall breaker, it will take some effort..."
"That's good……"
After the head chef finished leading the free labor force, Chang Ning looked at Zhou Yan curiously: "What is rolling around?"
"Do you know what it means to not pick up the slack?"
Chang Ning, who grew up in the county town, was confused when asked: "You don't want to take over the job?"
Ying Bo, on the other hand, thought thoughtfully and tried to ask: "The grain from the previous year did not last until the next year's wheat harvest..."
"In the old society, in the Central Plains, when there was no harvest, if there was not enough food to eat, they would pick green and slightly yellow wheat ears, grind them into noodles with a roller, and cook them in hot water..."
After hearing this, Chang Ning smiled bitterly: "Then we can think of the sweet memories..."
While chatting here, the other side of the cooking cart did not stop talking. Although there was work in hand, it could not stop the feeling of "remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet"...
"I remember when I was young, supplies were scarce, and my mother would occasionally make some small desserts and fried fruits..."
"Similarly, my mother's specialty is egg finger biscuits, which are made with eggs and sugar, cut into small strips, and fried until golden brown, crispy, fragrant and sweet..."
And at this moment, an "untimely" sound suddenly sounded: "Last weekend, Mother's Day..."
Many people present were silent...
"Husband," Qin Ruoshu seemed to have remembered something, "The express delivery you asked me to deliver last week..."
"The mothers on both sides each have a carnation, my mother has a sun hat, and the mother-in-law has a silk scarf..."
As he said that, Zhou Yan looked back at the silent employees: "You are not parents, so you don't understand the hard work of being a parent, and Mother's Day has only just started a few years ago..."
"Then among our country's traditional festivals, are there any special festivals dedicated to mothers..."
"Every reunion day is worth looking forward to for parents," Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Of course, there is one day every year that is the most memorable day for parents. Excuse me, which day is it?
?”
Zhou Yan asked a question that made everyone have question marks on their heads, until Ying Bo said quietly: "I have seen the big-headed son and the little-headed father. The child's birthday..."
"Okay, let's talk about something fun. The project contract will be signed soon, so cheer up..."
It will be fine soon after rolling.
With the blessing of the wall-breaking machine, the speed cannot be slowed down. However, the number of grinds is a bit impressive, and each person only has a small bowl.
Of course, when the fresh fragrance of wheat filled the entire grove, everyone felt that their hearts suddenly calmed down.
However, this peace of mind was quickly broken by the strange fragrance produced by the oil dripping on the charcoal...
“Camping and barbecue go together better!”
However, what comes out earlier than barbecue is seafood.
"Here comes the spicy stir-fried flower armor!"
“Steamed oysters…”
“Oil-fried prawns…”
"Serve the wine!"
Dozens of beers were taken out of the thermos and placed on the table. Then everyone stared at Zhou Yan.
"Look what I'm doing, team building, it's not a formal banquet, just think of it as an outdoor buffet..." After saying that, Zhou Yan turned around and shouted to the head chef who was supervising the work, "Old Ding, you don't have to keep an eye on me.
Come here, everyone who has no mission..."
Chef Ding smiled and sat down next to Zhou Yan, then picked up a bottle of wine and left it for Zhou Yan to pour: "Mr. Zhou, there is something I want to ask. I have a comrade who just retired from the army.
There are no good jobs arranged..."
"What is your comrade's military branch?"
Lao Ding hesitated for a moment and replied: "Scout, he was just punished..."
"Understood, where do you want your comrades to go, the head office in the capital, or the branches in various places?"
"This guy's hometown is also from Dongyang..."
"When he has time, ask him to make a similar resume and submit it to the Dongyang branch..."
"Thanks……"
"Mr. Zhou, this project and design work will be completed in half a year at most. The next project..."
"Code name Longmen Inn, or Gobi Train..." Zhou Yan looked at the employees opposite with a smile, "Of course, if you have good ideas, you can also submit them to your boss..."
Many of the people present were students who had just graduated. Young people, with wine and meat, soon forgot about work and "class", and they were fighting wits, drinking, and chasing each other.
After getting a little tipsy, I lay quietly on the soft cushions and stared lazily at the little bits of sunlight passing through the shade of the trees...
When I closed my eyes and opened them again, half of the sun's heat had dissipated, and someone had already cleaned up the messy dining table.
In addition to those lying under the shade of the trees, there were also groups of two or three playing in the water and catching fish by the river.
“I wish there was team building every week!”
"What are you thinking!" Li Nan glared at Liu Yan fiercely, "Didn't you read the company's regulations? Project profits are calculated based on the initial period. For every additional RMB 10 million, you can enjoy one more time. Team building expenses are calculated from the final actual profit.
