Shi Zhijian went to "Ying King Building" on Nathan Road in Kowloon early in the morning.
Now that "Shinhwa Food and Beverage Co., Ltd." has been officially established for three days, although Shi Zhijian has left many things to Liu Jianxiong to take care of, he cannot be a hands-off shopkeeper. He still has to come and clock in in the morning, and he has to arrive earlier than the employees.
, Only in this way can we set an example and let employees see their "diligence".
When Shi Zhijian arrived at the company, he found that someone had arrived earlier than him and was taking a mop and mopping the floor very hard.
Looking at that figure again, it looked very familiar. Who else could it be if it wasn't Su Youwei?
"Youwei, how do you do these things?" Shi Zhijian hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
Su Youwei turned around and saw Shi Zhijian, wiped the sweat from her forehead, showed her white teeth and smiled: "Brother Liu asked me to help, and asked me to be a senior assistant, but I really can't get used to sitting in the office, so I took a mop.
It feels so comfortable to mop the floor.”
It turns out that the company is recruiting people recently, and people for various positions such as secretarial, assistant, sales, personnel, and planning departments have not yet arrived.
So Liu Jianxiong took the initiative and asked Su Youwei to come over to help.
Su Youwei is young and beautiful, but she is an excellent face of the company.
In addition, the Yuen Long factory now has a stable staff. The Yongkang Group controlled by Dai Fengni has not come to poach people again. The production machines are not broken every day. Su Youwei, as the "technical director", has nothing to do there.
"Then you should learn more about other things and stop doing things like wiping the table and mopping the floor." Shi Zhijian said, "I asked Mr. Liu to hire a cleaner first, and leave these things to the cleaner later.
Just do it!”
Su Youwei nodded.
Seeing this, Shi Zhijian explained a few more words, asking her how her Tang poetry writing was and how many words she knew. He would examine her later.
Su Youwei replied one by one, saying that she had memorized all the Tang poems and new words, and also copied and dictated them. After that, she showed Shi Zhijian her dictation book.
Shi Zhijian didn't just talk casually, but carefully looked through Su Youwei's Chinese calligraphy homework. Seeing that the handwriting on it was neat and handsome, and each stroke was taken very seriously, he touched Su Youwei's head again and praised him a few words. "Come on! One day!"
Learn a little and you will be able to read and read newspapers soon!"
Su Youwei was praised by Shi Zhijian and felt sweeter than eating honey.
Shi Zhijian entered the office.
After a while, Su Youwei brewed the coffee, knocked on the door and came in with a tray, looking a little shy and said: "Brother Shi, this is my first time brewing, I don't know if it tastes good or not."
Shi Zhijian smiled, took the coffee and said: "I didn't ask you to do this kind of thing. In the future, I will have secretaries around me and let them do it."
After saying that, Shi Zhijian took a sip of coffee. It was okay if he didn't drink it. But it was painful to drink, but it was even worse than traditional Chinese medicine. Su Youwei must have put too much coffee powder in it.
Frowning, Shi Zhijian put the coffee down and said, "It's a bit hot, I'll drink it later."
"Isn't it very bitter? It seems to you that it's hard to drink."
"No, coffee is just bitter. Only when it is bitter can you be refreshed." Shi Zhijian picked up the coffee and took another sip with a smile. He tried to swallow the coffee with a happy expression on his face.
"Really? It's okay!" Su Youwei patted her mouth carefully, "I'm so afraid I didn't brew it properly. If you like it, I'll brew it for you every day from now on."
"No, you've already worked hard enough. I can just do this kind of thing myself."
Su Youwei's face suddenly turned red, she glanced at Shi Zhijian, she held the tray with both hands and buried her head in her arms, saying, "But I... like to do things for you." After saying that, she twisted her waist and ran away like a little white rabbit.
Shi Zhijian was startled for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at the cup of hot coffee, wondering whether to pour it away, but in the end he held back, and slowly drank the cup of bitter coffee, which was even more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine, in one sip.
inside.
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He drank too much wine last night and didn't eat much breakfast. Now he drank such bitter "extra" coffee. By the time it was almost noon, Shi Zhijian's stomach was already "empty" and uncomfortable.
Shi Zhijian came down from upstairs. Indian Amir was bending down to cook curry chicken rice in the duty room at the door. When he saw Shi Zhijian in a neat suit coming downstairs, he stood up and greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Shi!"
Shi Zhijian nodded, looked at the curry cooked by Amir and felt a little appetizing, pointed and said: "Did you make this?"
"Yes, Mr. Shi, do you want to try it?" Amir was very enthusiastic, reaching out and pinching a piece of curry chicken in the pot.
Only then did Shi Zhijian remember that Indians eat with their hands, so he quickly declined: "No, I can't get used to spicy food!"
"What a pity! The curry rice I made is awesome!" Amir put the curry into his mouth and sucked his fingers at the same time.
Holding his stomach, Shi Zhijian searched for a long time along Nathan Road but could not find a decent hotel. Finally, he finally found a small food stall on a small road. The signboard was "Wang Ji Dry Fried Beef River".
Shi Zhijian was hungry, so he couldn't care less. He ordered a large portion of stir-fried beef, sprinkled vinegar on top of the beef, and started to devour it with his chopsticks.
This kind of food stall is usually a place where poor people on the streets like to visit. It is rare for someone like Shi Zhijian to eat here in a straight suit.
After a while, there were more people eating around, almost all of them were shirtless rough guys, making loud noises, and some simply took off their shoes, put one foot on the bench, and picked their feet while eating.
Shi Zhijian frowned. He could no longer eat the remaining half of the fried beef. He pulled off a napkin and wiped his mouth. He was about to pack up and leave when a weak voice said: "You are...
…Ajian?”
Shi Zhijian looked up and saw a man holding a girl's hand and looking at him with wide eyes.
The man was tall and thin, with a pale face and unkempt face, but he looked familiar.
"You don't recognize me? I'm Shou Yuming!" the other party pointed at his nose and said.
"Stinky Yuming?" Shi Zhijian remembered. It was the Stinky Yuming from Shi Kip Mei. He used to often quarrel with his elder sister Shi Yufeng. Because he called Shi Yufeng a "cripple", he almost got repaired.
Later, when Shi Yufeng was arrested and taken to the police station, Yuming stood up and helped everyone. He was really an "old neighbor".
"Shang Yuming, why is it you? Why are you like this?" Shi Zhijian looked at Xiu Yuming, who was dressed very shabby, with a black Tang shirt top, modified men's wide-leg pants underneath, and a sling on his back.
He was carrying a big sack, and he didn't know what was stuffed in it. It was bulging.
The little girl holding Shou Yuming's hand is about seven or eight years old. She has pretty features and bright eyes. She has two hairpins on her head. She is wearing floral clothes with many patches on them, but her whole body is clean and tidy.
I was clean, and I was staring at the unfinished portion of fried beef on my table with my eyes wide open, and I couldn't help but swallow saliva.
"Are you hungry, kid? I'll order more for you!"
"Why is this so embarrassing?" Xiu Yuming said, but he lowered his head and glanced at the girl, who was looking at him pitifully.
Xiu Yuming's heart softened and he said to Shi Zhijian again: "Then I'll trouble you."
"Boss, let's add some more dishes here! Pine nuts and corn kernels, sesame candy balls, sweet and sour fish, and braised pork with pickles! By the way, two more portions of dry-fried beef river!"
"No, no, no! Don't order so much, you won't be able to finish it!" Xiu Yuming didn't expect Shi Zhijian to order so many dishes, so he waved his hands hurriedly.
"It's okay, I can't finish the meal and take it away! We haven't seen each other for a long time, we can eat and talk for a while!" Shi Zhijian said with a smile.
After Shou Yuming put down the sack he was carrying and sat down with the girl, Shi Zhijian poured a glass of water and handed it over, and asked for another drink for the little girl. Then he asked Shou Yuming: "Who is this child? Why didn't he do it before?"
Have you seen it?”
"Ahem, this is my daughter. I'm married."
Shi Zhijian was slightly startled. He had the impression that this stinky Yuming hung out with a bunch of bad people from Shek Kip all day long, eating and drinking. He had never heard that he was married and had such a big daughter.
"I married a widow not long ago, and this is her child. But I treat her as my own. Hong'er, please call me Uncle Shi!"
The little girl glanced at Shi Zhijian timidly and shouted: "Hello, Uncle Shi, my name is Hui Yinghong."
Well?
Hui Yinghong?
Shi Zhijian was stunned for a moment, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the little girl really looked like a kung fu beauty from the future, the Golden Horse Movie Queen.
