I don't want to live again

Chapter 131 131 Family
The private room is indeed well-decorated and clean. In addition to the tables and chairs, there are also sofas, coffee tables, and a desk.

The area is quite large, Song Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Brother, I have arranged for the dishes to be served. The most delicious pot bottoms here are fish head pot and bone pot. How about I mix them together? Does the boss want spicy food?"

The fat man asked, and Song Qingcheng smiled: "Not spicy, you can look at other dishes, I am not picky eaters."

It's not that he can't eat spicy food, it's just that he gets angry easily, and a light diet is always good for his body.

To live a new life, he wants to live a little longer, not like his previous life, with premature gray hair.

The aroma of the hot pot floated, Song Qingcheng squinted his eyes, and ate slowly. The beef and mutton here are very fresh, the taste is particularly good, and the seasoning is also good.

The fat man walked in and said with a smile, "Brother, how does it taste?"

"Yes, where did the beef and mutton come from?" Song Qingcheng asked.

The fat man said earnestly: "Brother, we have found a partner in the northern Mongolian province to provide beef and mutton. After the new year, I am going to go for a field trip and set up a base by myself.

But this needs the support of my elder brother. I want to establish several bases across the country to provide various raw materials. It is best to have pig breeding bases, chicken breeding bases, etc.

For example, Qingyuan chicken in Guangdong Province, or Langshan chicken, Linshan oysters, etc., all need to be made locally. "

"It's a good idea, but blind expansion will inevitably lead to unpredictable results, so, as the first step, I promise you to open five hot pot restaurants in Donghai. You can choose to be in shopping malls, and the storefronts will also be successful.

When the five stores are up and profitable, then I will set up a fresh food company in the next step, build bases all over the country, and become a supplier for hot pot restaurants.

It's just that the future of the fresh food company is not only focused on our own hot pot restaurant, as you said before, we want to sell fresh food to more individual consumers. "

Song Qingcheng said softly, and then changed the topic: "Fatty, you are a very thoughtful person, but you can't do things too quickly, do you have any regrets in your heart?"

"Brother..." The fat man glanced at Song Qingcheng, then gritted his teeth and said, "I took the blame for others and sat in prison for so many years. I was not convinced, so I wanted to prove myself again."

When he spoke, his eyes were red, and the muscles on his face were a little hideous.

Song Qingcheng was silent, don't look at him smiling on the surface, but how can it be so easy to let go of the grievance in his heart?
People live, no matter whether they have money or not, they are all seeking to live.

Just like Song Qingcheng, there are things deep in his heart that he doesn't want to touch, and he can only gradually fade away as his vision broadens.

Just like Chen Fala, he has let go, but when he faces her again, he will still think of some things in his heart.

He reached out and patted the fat man's arm: "Do things well, remember the grievances in your heart first, and we will get them back slowly in the future. I will register for the fresh food company after the New Year. Follow-up matters, you come and go."

"Thank you, brother!" The fat man gritted his teeth and bowed seriously.

Song Qingcheng looked at him, helped him up, and pulled him to sit down: "You call me big brother, then I have to take good care of you, I still say the same thing, do things well, wait for the opportunity!
Yan Shan has gone to South Korea, and here it is up to you to do things well in the future, no matter what, only when we are strong can we face everything. "

"Brother supports me, I will listen to him in everything from now on." The fat man's eyes were red.

Song Qingcheng patted him on the shoulder, he lived another life, he has experienced a lot, and he actually understands it a little bit, so his emotions will always be turbulent.

"Let's do things well. Whether we are doing catering or fresh food, the most important thing is safety. If there is a problem, we must solve the problem."

Song Qingcheng said lightly, and the fat man was very serious: "Don't worry, brother, if something goes wrong, I'll take care of it."

"Why? Why do you need to take care of this matter? If something goes wrong, we can solve it. If there is a fine, we will be fined. The company is here, so we can't run away. We just need to face it positively.

For things that can be solved with money, try not to involve other aspects. You are a talent, and you must follow me to make Xiao Wang Ge bigger in the future. "

Song Qingcheng shook his head, the fat man was stunned, lowered his head, and was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Brother, I'm off to work, I'll come over to toast later."

"No, I don't drink. Just do your best. The dishes you serve me today are the same as outside."

Song Qingcheng said calmly, the fat man got up and saluted, and then backed out.

The bottom of the hot pot is fish head with big bone. The big bone tastes good, not the kind of frozen bone. The frozen bone doesn't have any pork taste, which makes people lose their appetite.

This kind of bone was very fragrant, and he ate a few pieces, feeling satisfied for a while.

The fish meat is also very tender, and the taste of fish and meat is mixed, which is quite delicious.

Thinking about what to do next, Song Qingcheng planned to visit Chu Wucao in the afternoon, and she would not go back during the Chinese New Year.

If there is no one or something you miss at home, then there will be no sense of belonging.

Whether it is a man or a woman, wherever there is a sense of belonging, there is home. This is human nature.

After eating the hot pot, Song Qingcheng let out a long breath and sweated a little after he was full.

This reminded him of Yao Sisi, the slightly sweaty feeling on her body was very comfortable, and the floating fragrance of jasmine could keep her moist throughout the winter.

After eating, he didn't leave in a hurry, and asked the fat man to make a pot of tea, which he drank slowly, thinking about his thoughts.

Many times, people always have to calm down, lack of aftertaste, and plan for the future, so that the road will go more smoothly.

People have no long-term worries, but they must have near-term worries. This sentence is still very philosophical.

When we left, it was snowing outside.

The fat man sent him out, looking at the misty sky, he said softly: "Brother, drive carefully."

"Understood." Song Qingcheng nodded, then changed the topic: "Do you have no family?"

Fatty naturally understood Song Qingcheng's meaning, he nodded: "Boss Brother and Brother Shan are my family members, my parents are gone, there is nothing else to worry about.

From now on, Xiaowangge Hot Pot Restaurant will be my home, and all the employees will be my family. Don’t worry, brother, I won’t feel lonely. After the Chinese New Year, I will be thirty.

The ancients said that at thirty, what I can achieve now is my ambition and my future, brother, don't worry, I will be fine. "

"Take care." Song Qingcheng replied and got into the car.

The car started, and the exhaust pipe sprayed exhaust, which was hot and melted the snow.

It was snowing all over the sky. To Donghai, this was considered heavy snow.

It's just that the snow melts when it hits the ground, and it will take some time for it to accumulate.

The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, Song Qingcheng is indeed a little homesick.

The advertising company is still open, and tomorrow is the last day of the new year, but there are not many people left, and there will always be some employees who go home for the New Year.

In the workshop, everyone is busy, all kinds of inkjet cloths and photo cloths are rolled up and piled up on one side.

Chu Wucao was directing people to do things there. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a white down jacket. There was air conditioning in the workshop, so it was quite warm. She unzipped the clothes and it was bulging.

"Photography today, installation tomorrow, so hurry up and rest on the last day after finishing tomorrow...Design and production department, you and the client have agreed that today we will only do photoshoots!
After today, all computers will be turned off tomorrow, and no more files will be received. After a year, everyone will finish their work tomorrow, and we will have a New Year’s Eve dinner.

The cook has already bought a lot of vegetables, including big lobster, wine, fish, and two whole sheep. We will clean up tomorrow and live here when we get drunk. "

Chu Wucao waved her arms and said loudly, her skin has become much whiter and tender, and she is very beautiful.

Song Qingcheng stood at the door, looking at her, her figure is really good, even above the bowl, probably just a little worse than Bai Qiuyue.

A group of people responded loudly: "Okay! Sister-in-law is the best!"

"Tomorrow night I want to drink Moutai!" Someone shouted.

Chu Wucao smiled: "Yes! I bought fifty bottles of Moutai, enough! Tomorrow night there will be a lottery, the first prize is 5000 yuan, and the worst prize is a bottle of Moutai. Everyone has a prize. "

A group of people are very excited and work seriously.

Song Qingcheng smiled, she is really good, she already has the taste of a strong woman, this change is really not small.

The smell in the workshop is not good, and the smell of ink is strong. Usually, things are disposed of in the yard, but there is no way to do this when it snows.

"Brother is here!" Someone spotted Song Qingcheng and shouted.

Chu Wucao turned her head to look, and ran over with her waist twisted. She was still wearing a pair of high heels, so the twisted waist became more charming and beautiful.

"Coming?" Chu Wucao was a little happy.

Song Qingcheng nodded, turned and walked out, she followed, and the two walked into the office next door.

Her office is very big and tidy. There is a large piece of photo paper hanging on the wall, with messages printed on it, which are the customer's contact information.

"Good job." Song Qingcheng nodded.

Chu Wucao raised her eyebrows and said happily: "Our net profit this year is almost 800 million, and most of the money has been invested in new equipment.

I think next year's profit should be more than 6000 million. This business is really profitable. Boss, why don't we open another one in Beijing? "

"It's a good idea. Our company can be opened in the capital, but the factory should be built in Beihe Province. Such a factory will definitely be driven out of the main city in the future."

Song Qingcheng responded, and Chu Wucao was stunned: "Then we will be driven away here too?"

"I will, so next year your task is to find a new place. There are many suburbs in the East China Sea. The place is big enough. Choose a place to build your own factory.

In the capital city, Beihe is the first choice, but in the short term, you can choose a warehouse on the outskirts of the capital city and buy it. Even if you are driven away in the future, the house will still be ours, and you can always get compensation. "

Song Qingcheng nodded, she smiled and said, "Boss, do you think I'm pale? Is my skin healed? In fact, as long as women take good care of it, they will be fine."

"Are you proud?" Song Qingcheng glanced at her.

She shrank her neck and said with an aggrieved face: "Am I just white? I'm not proud. Even if you keep saying that I'm ugly, I'm not convinced, but I'm still very beautiful."

"When did I look bad to you?" Song Qingcheng smiled, and then said softly: "Think about it, have I ever said that?"

Chu Wucao thought about it carefully, he really never said it directly, she suddenly became happy: "So, the boss also thinks I'm good-looking?"

"It's pretty." Song Qingcheng nodded.

Chu Wucao danced a few times, very happy, Song Qingcheng changed the subject: "If you wear boots, you should look better."

"Then I'm going to buy a pair of boots as a New Year's gift. What color should I buy?" Chu Wucao asked.

Song Qingcheng thought for a while and said: "Crimson red, it matches your temper very well, just like a little pepper."

"Boss, I'm a chili pepper, don't get close to me, I'll kill you." Chu Wucao snorted, with an expression of dissatisfaction.

Song Qingcheng ignored her, and said softly: "I'm going back to Shanjiang tomorrow, let's have a meal with you in the evening, it's a New Year's Eve dinner.

You don’t have any family, so you have to have a sense of ritual. I’ll go to your place in a while, and you go to buy some food. Next year, I’ll give you some equity in the company. "

"Boss, you don't need to buy vegetables anymore, I have already bought a lot of vegetables here, because the chef and many brothers will not go back during the New Year, so I have to prepare more dishes so that they can have a good New Year.

On New Year's Eve, I will also spend it here, and with everyone, I also bought a lot of firecrackers, so it will be more lively. "

Chu Wucao was very happy, she was a real money fan, and she was very happy if Song Qingcheng could give her equity.

On the grape trellis in the yard, the vines have grown, but they are not very big. If they really want to bear fruit, they will have to wait until the next year.

It's just that there are some green vegetables planted on the ground, which are covered by snow and do not hide the greenness.

Several chickens were kept together, Chu Wucao asked the cook to kill the chicken, and the cook happily grabbed the chicken, moving quickly.

"Brother, sister-in-law is very capable, and all the brothers admire him..." The cook grabbed the chicken and said while killing the chicken, then changed the subject: "Brother, Brother Shan has gone to Korea.

Before he left, he came to see everyone and said that in the future, we should all listen to my sister-in-law. Even if my sister-in-law asked us to kill people, we couldn't hesitate. "

Song Qingcheng was startled, glanced at Chu Wucao, she waved her hand and said, "We are in serious business, why do we need to kill people? Remember this in the future, don't talk nonsense."

"Understood, we all listen to sister-in-law!" The cook smiled cheerfully.

He killed two chickens, scalded them, cleaned them up, cut up mutton and pork, brought a bunch of food, and put them in Song Qingcheng's car.

Chu Wucao drove a Passat with automatic transmission. This car was newly bought not long ago, and Song Qingcheng agreed.

As the boss of a company, she must drive a relatively reliable car.

It's just that Song Qingcheng came today, so she didn't have to drive, and the two got into the BMW together.

The townhouses are not far away. It takes only 10 minutes to walk there, and it takes only 5 minutes to drive. It is really close.

(End of this chapter)