Food Intelligence King

Chapter 27: Preparing to Unlock Targeted Intelligence
It's rare that Chen Taotao could realize from a cat that "not finishing the food" is a dishonorable act.

Ms. Lin naturally wouldn't let this excellent educational opportunity pass her by.

She knelt down and said to her daughter:
"Peach, you can't leave any food uneaten anymore. Remember to finish it all!"

"Ok!"

"We can't waste food, and we must also protect the environment," Ms. Lin said to Tao Tao as she threw the leftover bun wrappers that the cat had eaten into the trash can.

Then he continued:

"Daddy was just feeding the cat, he wasn't trying to litter, right, Tao Tao?"

"Yes!"

Chen Zhou smiled and looked at the mother and daughter: "Dad can testify to that."

As for the fact that my daughter sometimes leaves food uneaten...
According to the first law of leftover food science:

Leftovers don't appear out of thin air, nor do they disappear out of thin air.

Chen Zhou could only say that in this world, there is no such thing as being thin for no reason, let alone being fat for no reason.

After returning home, Chen Zhou found that a contact had sent him a message on WeChat.

First and foremost, Comrade Wang Meng.

He sent Chen Zhou the edited video.

He then complained about his predicament in a long voice message.

The gist of the story is that the video turned out well, and Wang Meng was praised by his superiors in person and transferred to a position where he wrote materials and did publicity.

So much so that I started working overtime tonight.

"I originally wanted to show my face, but I ended up getting myself into trouble."

Chen Zhou smiled as he reviewed the video. With so many friends helping Captain Wang, it was clear that there was strength in numbers, and the effect was excellent.

His own Douyin account has virtually no traffic, and the videos of him going through the process of setting up a stall get very few views.

Besides, Chen Zhou isn't in this line of work.

By entrusting the task to Wang Meng, Chen Zhou was able to utilize the urban management's publicity platform, which was a satisfactory outcome for him.

I hope it will be helpful to people. This is Chen Zhou's humble initial intention.

It's just that Captain Wang himself is in a bit of a predicament; he's still working overtime writing materials.

It's said that writing reports is a more promising job, and Chen Zhou doesn't know whether to be happy for him or sad for him.

Other news,
This came from my former colleague and junior colleague, Zhao Yilin.

"Engineer Chen, next week will be July. Remember to come and resign to collect your salary!"

Last time, she reminded herself to take the remaining annual leave from the company so that she could receive her full June salary.

Chen Zhou has been selling steamed buns at a stall these past few days.
I almost forgot about that.

My wife had previously mentioned that if I stopped working at the company, I would become a self-employed person and would have to pay my own social security contributions.

Chen Zhou replied to Zhao Yilin:
"Received [clasped hands]"

My junior sister replied to my message very quickly.

A long string of gibberish came through, saying something like:
"Senior brother, your thirty-year term is up. Don't underestimate middle-aged men. Grab your steamed buns and come to the company to give them a good slap in the face! [crooked smile]"

Chen Zhou strongly suspected that this guy had been reading too many novels.

Another possibility is that he/she is craving steamed buns.

He remembered the bet between his junior colleague and her colleague and casually asked if she had won the milk tea.

Zhao Yilin: "Don't even mention it. Old Song insisted on betting with me that your business was doing very well, saying that an older brother would definitely want his younger brother to succeed in his business. He managed to establish a moral high ground for himself."

When Chen Zhou thought of Lao Song, he could picture the expression and demeanor on his face as he said those words.

Chen Zhou: "Okay, it's getting late, goodnight."

The junior sister did not end the conversation, but instead asked:
"Senior, can you take me with you on your startup? I'm barely making enough to eat on 2,500 yuan a month."

My junior sister is really in a bad situation—

I had only been working for a short time when I was in a sunset industry that was experiencing a major pay cut.

My colleagues, like Lao Song, either made enough money years ago to pay off their mortgages and have no financial pressure, or they, like Chen Zhou, sought other paths. It's pitiful for that young girl.

I rent a place every month, and I might also have to pay to go to work.

But Chen Zhou is currently only running a small stall.

The food cart is so crowded that even his wife gets a little crowded, and he doesn't yet have the ability to solve the employment problem for college students.

Chen Zhou: "I'm sorry, there are no suitable positions available at the moment."

"But next time I go to the company, I can bring you a few steamed buns."

Zhao Yilin: "That's great! [Thank you] Could you come over in the morning? That way I won't have to buy breakfast myself. It would be best if you could come earlier, but coming in the afternoon is also fine. In that case, I'll have to eat the steamed buns for breakfast the next day. The company doesn't have a refrigerator, so I don't know if they'll spoil. I guess you're going to ask me why I don't eat them for dinner. I don't eat dinner."

She's such a chatterbox.
Chen Zhou felt a chill run down his spine when he saw such a long text that wasn't divided into paragraphs.

I couldn't help but type a reminder to her:
"For such long texts, you need to learn to divide them into paragraphs. A varied and well-structured paragraph structure makes for a better reading experience."

Zhao Yilin learned:

"OR"

"K"

I also felt that she hadn't learned it.

At that moment, Chen Zhou heard Ms. Lin's voice:
Who are you chatting with?

Is it a man or a woman?

I saw "Zihan's mom" praising your steamed buns for ages in the residents' group chat! What's going on between you two?

I've been chatting with both men and women, but who is Zihan's mother?

Faced with his wife's questioning, Chen Zhou could only sigh.

Further discussion is pointless.

Let's prove ourselves with actions.

"What role did you play in the group again? A random customer? From now on, call me Boss Chen!"

Lin Yifan shook off Chen Zhou's large hand that was wrapping the steamed buns.

His face showed five parts disgust and five parts aversion.

"Get out of my way! Don't lay a hand on me, Mr. Chen."

Silent all night.

The next day, Chen Zhou continued his small business.

The intelligence we're getting right now hasn't mentioned anything important, just a bad cat.

Having rested for a day the day before yesterday, Chen Zhou felt the leisure of running a stall for the first time.

You are in charge of your own business.
It's quite comfortable not having to clock in at work.

In addition, business was good and I had more money in hand, so I enrolled my daughter in swimming lessons, took my family out for a meal, and went shopping.

This intelligence might be considered a transitional phase for me, as I've just reached level 3.

He can now use points to obtain targeted intelligence.

At present, Chen Zhou's goal is still to expand his business scale.

Therefore, within the enhanced information category of "Food Ingredient News," we found targeted content on "Price Fluctuations."

Use 500 points to lock it in advance.

"Once the intelligence is updated tomorrow, we can see if there's an opportunity to make a small fortune."

Returning to the business at hand,
For vegetarian buns, Chen Zhou simply increased the portion size appropriately.

Based on customer feedback from yesterday.

The signature status of the fresh meat bun remains unshakable.

People might find the vegetarian filling novel and give it positive reviews, but more often than not, they just buy one as an afterthought.

Perhaps in this era where recipes can be easily found online,
The secrets of master craftsmen always have their unique aspects.

(End of this chapter)