Catering God

Chapter 84 Respect from Employees

By the time Jiang Feng returned to his community, it was almost dark.

I entered the apartment building and climbed up the stairs. The door was ajar. Before I even entered, I could smell the smell of cooking smoke coming from the kitchen.

Jiang Feng pushed the door open and walked in.

Shen Meijuan, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise and turned around. When she saw Jiang Feng, she immediately frowned and said, "You were staying well in school, why did you come back?"

Although Jiang Feng had already greeted his family before returning.

But Ms. Shen's first sentence when they met was still a little awkward.

"I can't come back to my own home, right?"

Jiang Feng was confident and righteous.

He went straight to the living room and saw his father lying on the sofa watching TV.

Jiang Huaguo looked at Jiang Feng: "Hey, you're back. Is college fun?"

"What are you talking about? School is a place for learning, not for playing."

"Oh, that's not something you would say."

Jiang Feng plopped down on the sofa, holding his backpack, sorting the things inside while asking, "How can you be the head of the family when I'm not around?"

"Ok?"

"We used to eat before the news broadcast, but now the news broadcast is halfway through and the meal isn't even on the table. The delays are getting worse and worse."

Jiang Huaguo stared at the TV, smacked his lips, and said calmly, "It's already been prepared. Your mother just heated it up."

Jiang Feng turned his head to look at the dining table and saw that there were indeed two plates of cold dishes on it.

He immediately shrank his head.

He looked as if he was being too loud just now.

At this time, Shen Meijuan came out of the kitchen carrying hot dishes and said unhappily, "Go get some rice."

Jiang Feng said: "I ate outside."

"Then have some food."

Although Jiang Feng was full, he still sat down at the table obediently, so as not to waste Ms. Shen's kindness.

Sweet and sour spare ribs, dry pot chicken feet, fish-flavored eggplant...

These are all Jiang Feng’s favorite dishes.

At the dinner table, Jiang Feng gnawed on two chicken feet, wiped his hands, and took out something wrapped in a plastic bag from his waistband.

He opened the plastic bag and toilet paper one by one, and took out the bracelet wrapped inside like peeling off a cocoon.

The incandescent lamp on the ceiling was several years old, and the outermost lampshade was covered with a layer of mosquito corpses, making the light a little dim.

But even so.

It is difficult to hide the emerald green of the bracelet.

Shen Meijuan's attention was drawn to it, but she took a bite of the food first, then pretended not to care and asked, "What is that?"

"I found this bracelet somewhere and it cost me fifty dollars..."

Jiang Feng studied the bracelet in his hand, and suddenly looked up at Shen Meijuan:
"Do you want it?"

In order to prevent Ms. Shen from discovering the price of the bracelet, Jiang Feng asked the waiter to pack it in this way.

He doesn't plan to tell his parents the truth about how he earns money yet.

On the one hand, the money came too quickly, which was beyond the cognition of ordinary people like them. Jiang Feng was afraid that they would worry that the money was not earned cleanly, which would only add to their troubles.

On the other hand, even if Jiang Feng said it, it wouldn't be of much use.

The family is not short of money now, and his parents will not retire and enjoy a leisurely life just because he is rich.

Jiang Feng planned to explain to them later.

He had already thought of the reasons.

Let’s say a boss took a fancy to his black duck sauce recipe and bought it at a high price…

Ms. Shen rolled her eyes after hearing what Jiang Feng said.

He sighed and complained:

"Neither of you two are good people. You only know how to buy cheap stuff to fool me... Well, just leave it there. I have a hard life, and expensive things won't fit me." Jiang Huaguo was scolded for no reason and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Jiang Feng tore off a piece of tissue, placed the bracelet on it, and then concentrated on eating.

Soon.

He really couldn't eat anymore.

I touched my stomach and left the table.

Who knew that as soon as I opened the door of the room, I was shocked by the scene inside.

Jiang Feng turned his head to look at the dining table, very confused: "Why did my room become a storage room?"

The summer mats, the carpets that had been put away before, a few quilts for the winter, and other sundries were all piled into his room.

While eating, Ms. Shen said, "You're gone, why do you want to leave a room empty?"

“College students have no human rights…”

Jiang Feng didn't dare to complain too much.

He took a deep breath, moved all the things out, and temporarily piled them on the balcony.

I picked up the broom and rag and cleaned again.

Exercising after meals can help digest the food.

It was not until he felt hot all over and was sweating slightly that he completely cleaned up the room.

At this time, Ms. Shen walked into Jiang Feng's room with a large bag of bedding and started to make his bed without saying a word.

Jiang Feng noticed that the emerald green bracelet was already worn on Ms. Shen's wrist.

It's still pretty.

As Ms. Shen was making the bed, she said, "Do you have enough living expenses for a round trip? If not, ask your dad to get some for you."

"enough."

Jiang Feng smiled slightly.

This is the home he is familiar with.

No matter how much parents express dislike for their children, they will still inadvertently reveal their most passionate and genuine concern.

But the warmth in Jiang Feng's heart didn't last for half a minute before Ms. Shen next to him started scolding again:
"Look at the floor you're sweeping. It looks like a dog has walked on it. Put down the broom and go watch TV."

Jiang Feng put down the broom and ran out dejectedly to help Jiang Huaguo wash the dishes.

……

Early the next morning.

Jiang Feng went out.

The employee appointed by Jiang Feng to stay in Jincheng to manage Black Duck Sauce drove a small, broken car to the gate of Jiang Feng's community to pick him up.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

This person's name is Lu Cheng.

Twenty-seven years old, college educated, used to be a salesperson in a furniture store. Because of his good performance, he was promoted to a manager position.

During the summer vacation, he was introduced by a friend to work as a salesman for Jiang Feng to sell black duck sauce and earned some money.

Because Lu Cheng had extensive front-line sales experience, his performance in promoting Black Duck Sauce was very good. If he had arrived too late, the sales champion would not have belonged to Tang Wenjun.

After completing the task of promoting Black Duck Sauce, Jiang Feng was impressed by Lu Cheng's management ability, so he kept him by his side and specifically put him in charge of the subsequent production and distribution of Black Duck Sauce.

"Well, you're here pretty early."

"Because I didn't know when Mr. Jiang would get up, I waited a little longer."

Even though Lu Cheng is nine years older than Jiang Feng, he is still respectful when facing Jiang Feng.

This is normal. Even though there is an age difference, Lu Cheng has worked with Jiang Feng for a period of time. In addition, he has witnessed Jiang Feng create millions of dollars in revenue in just one summer vacation.

During this period, he also witnessed Jiang Feng's swift and decisive decision-making and ever-changing methods.

From planning to finishing, he led the entire team with a forward-thinking approach.

Anyone who has been in the business world will admire such achievements and leadership from the bottom of their heart, and respect is also based on strength.

(End of this chapter)