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Chapter 71 A Gift to the City
On May [-]th, many more people came to the farewell ceremony than Tang Maocai had imagined.

In Tang Maocai's heart, his younger brother is not very reliable. Even if it is catering, according to Tang Maocai's philosophy, it should be professional and replicable.

Otherwise, how to make it bigger and stronger?

But Tang Maode didn't listen, saying that his method would not work on the street.

As a result, the two brothers, whose personalities have been different since they were young, still disagree with each other when they grow up, and they rarely communicate, but they will not shirk when things happen.

As the eldest brother, Tang Maocai had the obligation and responsibility to receive guests, so he and Wang Jun received cigarettes outside.

Fortunately, the location of the funeral home is remote and the parking lot is big enough, otherwise Tang Maocai would still have a headache, how to arrange so many cars.

A black commercial vehicle turned into the funeral home, and there was a sign in front of it directing, please turn left to attend the memorial service of Mr. Tang Maode.

After turning left, I happened to see Tang Maocai and Wang Jun.

The car door opened, and a woman in black professional attire came out. The woman looked to be in her 30s, her hair was neatly flowing from the back to her left shoulder. Looking from the right, she just revealed her fair neck. She had an extraordinary temperament and an elegant figure.

Tang Maocai didn't dare to be negligent, so he went up to greet him, brother Xindao knew such a person?

The woman also walked straight towards Tang Maocai, with a faint smile on her face showing just the right courtesy.

"Hello, I'm from the content department of DY, and I'm in charge of music. My name is Su Qingzhuo, and I'm Tang Zhichu's half boss."

Tang Maocai hurriedly escorted the lady into the hall where the memorial service was held, and murmured in his heart, the DY content department, is it the DY who has been in the limelight recently?
After Tang Maocai brought Su Qingzhuo into the hall, he immediately called Tang Zhichu.

Tang Zhichu saw Su Qingzhuo sitting in a corner of the hall. He had heard the name before. In his memory, after winning the game, he contacted his staff and said a person named Sister Zhuo.

But never seen it.

"President Su, why are you here?"

Before Tang Zhichu said hello, Su Qingzhuo saw him. He was tall and indeed handsome.

Su Qingzhuo stood up and said, "Isn't it normal for me to come? I also call you Zhichu. I hope you won't find our first meeting abrupt."

Tang Zhichu shook his head: "Boss Su is interested, it's still early, why don't you go to the lounge next to me first, there is tea over there."

Su Qingzhuo smiled and said: "No need, I'm here today to attend your father's memorial service, so you can treat me as an ordinary guest or a colleague, and I won't comfort you if you're in good condition , with such an excellent child as you, your father will definitely be happy."

Tang Zhichu thanked her. She made it very clear that she will not talk about other things today, but will attend the memorial service. This is to respect the deceased.

After Tang Zhichu chatted with her for a few words, he withdrew.

Today he is the main character, he has to deal with many people, he is very busy.

However, Tang Zhichu found Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan also came over yesterday. She came at two o'clock in the afternoon and didn't leave until ten o'clock in the evening. Today she came again.

With a workaholic temperament like Jiang Lan, Tang Zhichu remembered that he could still do this.

"Sister Lan, do me a favor. There is a lady in the third row from the back to the front on the right side of the hall. Please help me pay attention to her. The main reason is that I am afraid that she will get into trouble."

Jiang Lan nodded and glanced behind her. Without Tang Zhichu's special explanation, she saw the lady's temperament.

"Don't worry, you go to work."

Tang Zhichu's explanation was because Su Qingzhuo not only had a good temperament, but also was beautiful, and he was afraid that some boring people would strike up a conversation.

Can Jiang Lan handle it?Sure can.

In the past two days, all the uncles knew about Jiang Lan, not to mention other people, especially the group of uncles who were doing catering. They were all big men. As long as Jiang Lan called, they would definitely help.

Of course, nothing happens for the best.

The memorial service for Tang Zhi's primary election is a more expensive one, very formal, and it can be regarded as a last bit of face for the old man.

The master of ceremonies announced the beginning, with a general introduction to the life of the deceased, and then everyone stood up, played mourning music, and observed 3 minutes of silence.

The elders delivered a eulogy, and the immediate family members gave a speech of thanks.

In the end, the group bowed three times.

Tang Maode was not a very powerful person. Most of his circle had never experienced this kind of scene. It was so solemn and solemn that many people looked at Tang Zhichu with admiration.

Not doing well.

After the memorial service was over, the second floor was the banquet hall. Tang Maocai took the microphone and called everyone to go upstairs for dinner.

On May [-]th, Tang Zhichu returned home alone.

Tao Bo was a little scared and moved in to live with Wang Jun.

For the past two days, he has been busy with the cremation and the cemetery. Tang Zhichu heaved a sigh of relief after he was buried in the ground.

The aunt persuaded herself to sell the old house. After thinking about it, Tang Zhichu decided to keep it.

He sat alone at home for an hour before going out.

The entrance of Old Tang Sichuan Cuisine was closed for three days due to Tang Maode's death, and now it reopens.

Seeing Tang Zhichu standing motionless at the door, a waiter came over cautiously: "Boss, come in, the sun is shining brightly."

"Don't worry about me, you are busy with your work."

Old Tang Sichuan cuisine, the last symbol left by the old man in this world.

After a while, Wang Jun came out. It should be the waiter who went in to call.

Without saying a word, Wang Jun stood with Tang Zhichu silently.

Tang Zhichu suddenly said: "Brother Jun, the day the old man left was Thursday, and he will be closed at noon every Thursday from now on. According to the cost of 12 yuan per serving, let's make [-] lunch boxes for everyone to eat. Count on me."

Wang Jun nodded: "Okay."

"The salary is increased by [-] per person, and you tell the kitchen that the quality of the dishes must be improved, and the portion should be increased on the original basis. I don't plan to make money from this restaurant, so I will treat it as a gift from the old man to this city." Gift."

Wang Jun hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

"Don't worry, Brother Jun, do you mind if I call you Brother Jun?"

Wang Jun smiled and said, "Do you mind or not?"

"Okay, I still have about 60 yuan in total. You go to find a car, and you think about who will take care of the business in the store. Make the system better, and if it doesn't work, we will eliminate it. Of course, If the employees who are sincere in their work have difficulties, tell me, I will help them solve it, and in the future, Brother Jun, you can help me drive in the future? Do you dislike it?"

Tang Zhichu said the last sentence while looking at Wang Jun.

Wang Jun smiled and said, "Then I feel a lot easier."

Tang Zhichu shook his head and smiled, "Not necessarily, maybe he will be even busier."

Wang Jun said seriously: "Don't worry, I won't hold you back."

In fact, during this period of time, Wang Jun didn't help much, neither did his relatives and friends, and most of them were handled by Tang Zhichu himself.

Wang Jun chatted with everyone, and no one gave Tang Zhichu a thumbs up.

So Wang Jun did not refute Tang Zhichu's arrangement for Old Tang Sichuan Cuisine. As for the ability to make money, Wang Jun believed him.

Wang Jun is sometimes in a trance, is this still the little brother who doesn't say much?

But this is a good thing, not to mention Brother Tang, sometimes Wang Jun wipes his tears, it is not easy to do so well.

(End of this chapter)