In fact, He Yuzhu's attitude towards his friends is indeed somewhat hypocritical.

Even if Xu Damao were reborn in this life, he would hate that guy more often than he would like him.

But he never had any obsession with cleanliness towards Xu Damao.

There's a standard for this too. As for Xu Damao, that good-for-nothing, He Yuzhu never had any high expectations for him from the day he was reborn in this life.

If Xu Damao were to become a good person, a great philanthropist, then He Yuzhu would feel like a stranger.

It's only because Xu Damao is so cheeky and makes small mistakes from time to time that He Yuzhu gets used to it.

But to be honest, this is why he is so lenient with Xu Damao.

He Yuzhu has always maintained a "once disloyal, always a friend" attitude towards those he has never dealt with in his past life.

Even against Comrade Lei, it's pretty much the same.

The last time Comrade Lei left Beijing, he suffered a crushing defeat.

And his final departure wasn't exactly dignified either.

Therefore, He Yuzhu didn't really want to see this friend.

But as the saying goes, in the world of men and women, it's all about giving each other face.

"Old He, hahaha..." As soon as He Yuzhu got out of the car, Old Lei, with his full head of silver hair, opened his arms to greet him.

He Yuzhu was startled. The boy's appearance could be described in one word: white hair and rosy cheeks.

His face was ruddy and he looked energetic, but his head of silver hair indicated that he must have used up too much mental energy.

"Damn, Lao Lei, is your hair dyed?" He Yuzhu asked, feigning surprise.

Why dye it?
It's all been worn down over the years.

Humans are always frustrated by what they can't have and resent what they've lost.

A lifetime spent agonizing over gains and losses.

"Back then..." It's estimated that Lao Lei can only frankly talk about his embarrassing situation back then in front of He Yuzhu.

After all, He Yuzhu was a witness to his several ups and downs.

"Life is already full of perilous storms, so ask no more about which shoal this is..." He Yuzhu had forgotten where he had seen this poem, but he still brought it up to interrupt Lao Lei's complaints.

"Tsk tsk... that's really what it means." Old Lei couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement after hearing He Yuzhu's poem, and finally took his arm and walked into the store.

In fact, He Yuzhu's friends often choose the Sijiucheng Hotel because they were influenced by He Yuzhu.

When he was climbing the ranks, he usually hosted banquets here.

Elsewhere, he couldn't get a place in line or receive good treatment.

In other words, at the Sijiucheng Hotel, He Yuzhu always managed to get extra dishes.

He brought his friends here so often that they all assumed he liked the place, so when they invited him, they intentionally or unintentionally chose this location.

The fellow apprentices at the Sijiucheng Hotel were as awesome as ever.

This time it's not just Sichuan restaurants.

The same applies to restaurants serving other cuisines. Whenever someone sees He Yuzhu, the head chef will always come out to greet him, and then they will personally pay for a dish to be served.

As for whether he actually paid the money, He Yuzhu couldn't care less.

Ultimately, as long as it looks presentable, that's fine.

The reason is quite simple: when He Daqing opened his restaurant, he provided a platform for all the ambitious apprentices and nephews from various cuisines in Beijing to showcase their talents.

He Daqing's restaurant does not serve a single cuisine.

There are several private rooms, and each room might feature a different cuisine.

He Daqing's investment appears substantial, but in reality, he doesn't employ a large group of chefs from various departments.

Apart from state-owned restaurants, no one else has the ability to bring together chefs from several major Chinese cuisines into one restaurant.

Those who actually received shares were only a few of the third senior brother's apprentices. They were also the ones who were prepared to take charge of the cooking at the new restaurant.

For collaborations with other cuisines, the preferred method is pre-ordering.

For example, if a business owner wants to eat a table of authentic Shandong cuisine in a couple of days, he can make a reservation with the new restaurant.

He Daqing had already made arrangements with someone at the Sijiucheng Restaurant.

Arrange for a Shandong cuisine chef to go over and take charge of that table.

After deducting the cost of ingredients, the profits are split in half.

With this kind of cooperation, these chefs no longer need to risk quitting their jobs to start their own businesses, and they can still earn extra money.

The key is that through the platform He Daqing built for them, they can quickly adapt to the ways of the world.

It was He Yuzhu and his third senior brother who took the lead in bringing everyone together to discuss this matter.

All the restaurants in Beijing that participated in the cooperation owe He Yuzhu this favor.

This is unimaginable in a few decades.

After all, people with real skills are always in demand.

But now, there are multiple platforms that allow those restless individuals to make money without taking any risks.

The masters were extremely grateful to He Yuzhu.

As usual, after a few rounds of drinks, He Yuzhu sent Xiaochongzi to a Western restaurant to watch the fun and eat some cake.

Of course, He Yuzhu would definitely ask one of his junior apprentices to accompany the little girl.

As for Lao Mo, he's an adult and doesn't need He Yuzhu to worry about him at all.

After everyone had left, Comrade Lao Lei finally got down to business with He Yuzhu.

"...Alexander, Alexander, Lao He, now that reform and opening up have begun, what should our collective enterprises do?"
To be honest, I don't think I'm that much better than Lao Yang personally.

"This is such a big operation, I have no idea how to run it." Old Lei rubbed his temples and complained to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu had anticipated this.

There are two main reasons why Lao Lei invited him for drinks this time.

One possibility is that the steel mill owes the Lou family a debt, but that's unlikely.

Because before He Yuzhu could even use debt collection tactics against Lao Yang, Lao Yang had already retired.

In the workplace, people wouldn't talk about baldness in front of a monk like He Yuzhu.

One should still maintain a modicum of dignity.

Even someone of Lao Lei's level knows what kind of relationship He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e have.

But bringing this up directly in front of He Yuzhu would be tantamount to threatening to turn against him.

Another point is that I'm not very familiar with the policies in Beijing.

I still can't quite grasp the essence of the above ideas.

They were thinking of finding someone as perceptive as He Yuzhu to try and get some information.

He Yuzhu had nothing to hide about this.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Reform should involve replacing old capacity with new capacity."

This serves as a warning to us managers: don't always think about working in isolation.

Don't keep thinking that closing your eyes means you can't see what's happening outside.

There's only so much rice in the jar; we need to learn how to cook without rice.

"What does 'cooking without rice' mean?" Old Lei wasn't unaware of He Yuzhu's words, but he wanted to ask for more details.

"Hehe..." He Yuzhu chuckled lightly before saying, "The steel rolling mill is in this state now, can it even survive?" (End of Chapter)

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