Back when this girl decided to start filming Dundun, Lin Xu already felt he wouldn’t be staying long at the audit firm.
On one side was the dull, boring office life; on the other side was the sense of achievent from making short videos. Put the two side by side, and going to work just felt more and more like a waste of ti.
Especially now that they had over a million followers, it really didn’t make much sense to keep clocking in.
Shen Baobao was now a shareholder of Joyful dia and the chubby Dundun’s catering company; she had inco, she had work, and she could still spend ti with Dundun.
In this situation, it wasn’t a bad idea at all to quit the audit firm, so she wouldn’t have to keep running back and forth.
After eating, the young couple took Dundun to the shop.
Lin Xu took a lap around the back kitchen and saw Qi Siliang, who was on shift today.
The young guy who’d cried half the day yesterday had completely lost his arrogance and brainless attitude; he strode over and seriously apologized to Lin Xu.
After apologizing, he rolled up his sleeves and started helping Cart Boy wash the Fatty Intestines.
If you’d been this diligent yesterday, why would they have fired you?
Lin Xu walked up next to him and asked:
"Siliang, who told you to block at the door yesterday?"
Qi Siliang said:
"Chef ng from the stir-fry station."
Chef ng?
Lin Xu thought for a long while before rembering that there was a thirty-five or thirty-six-year-old chef in the stir-fry section nad ng Kaifang. Yesterday he’d been very warm toward him and had even taken the initiative to pour him water twice.
All smiles on the surface, but secretly ordering people to pull dirty tricks.
This was probably what normal workplace relationships looked like, right?
He asked in surprise:
"What’s the relationship between ng Kaifang and your cousin-uncle?"
"They’re fellow apprentices. He’s my cousin-uncle’s junior. His dad is my cousin-uncle’s master. Chef ng usually doesn’t put on airs and treats us well, but my cousin really hates him, thinks he’s too fake and hypocritical."
He sweet-talked you right into getting fired, that’s pretty damn hypocritical.
Sure enough, wherever there are people, there are power gas. This ss in the back kitchen of Yanjing Hotel might very well have been stirred up deliberately by this ng Kaifang; once things are in chaos, he’d have a chance to move up.
The title of head chef was tempting enough, but no matter how tempting, it couldn’t compare to executive head chef.
After sighing over workplace intrigue for a bit, Lin Xu drove to Yanjing Hotel and brought a breakfast for his cousin Chen Yuanyuan on the way.
The stuff made at ho was already finished; this was specially packed from the shop.
A serving of pumpkin and Hazelnut yellow millet porridge, a double-egg stuffed pancake spread with fried soybean paste and wrapped with lettuce, plus two sesa balls and a small side of spicy pickled cabbage to go with the porridge.
At the Shengjian shop, the Shengjian Bun was basically all-you-can-eat, and drinks like soy milk and yam juice were free-flow.
But this kind of food was fine once or twice; if you had it every single day, no one could stand it.
Lin Xu had seen more than once that when the flagship store wasn’t busy in the mid-afternoon, the staff would order takeout—things like spicy hotpot, Hot Dry Noodles, skewers in chili oil—just to give their stomachs a break after eating too many Shengjian Buns.
Now Chen Yuanyuan was the sa.
But that was only when Lin Xu happened to be passing Yanjing Hotel. If it wasn’t on his way, she wouldn’t fuss about food and drink; she’d just grab a bowl of rice noodles nearby and make do.
When you’re out to make money, how picky can you be about what you eat?
At the door of the No. 4 High School branch, Lin Xu had just pushed open the door and stepped out of the car when he saw his sister-in-law, Su Peipei.
"Morning, sis-in-law. You haven’t had breakfast yet?"
Su Peipei said:
"I’ve eaten. There are two students in my class from poor families; their breakfast is just stead buns they gnaw on in the cafeteria. I happened to pass by, so I ca to buy so Shengjian Buns to improve their diet a bit."
When Lin Xu heard this, he turned to Chen Yuanyuan and said:
"Then don’t charge her. We should pitch in a bit of love too."
Su Peipei imdiately objected:
"No way. You have to charge. Your business has gotten this big; you can’t be throwing money around like that."
With that, she scanned and paid thirty yuan, grabbed the packed drinks and Shengjian Buns, said goodbye to the two of them, and hurried off to school.
Lin Xu set the breakfast on the counter and said to Chen Yuanyuan:
"Cousin, do you think it’d be appropriate for us to sponsor two students?"
"Why wouldn’t it be? Totally appropriate. Back when my dad still had money, he sponsored a few poor college students. Later when he fell into debt, those just-graduated college kids brought the wages they’d finally managed to save over to our house. My dad was so happy he cried, but in the end he still didn’t take it and made them bring the money back."
Lin Xu hadn’t known his second uncle had done sothing like that.
No wonder his father-in-law praised him for being so "clear-eyed about life." If you’ve been through everything and nothing surprises you anymore, of course you’d see things clearly.
Now that his second uncle was making a coback, who knew what kind of miracle he might pull off.
He took the yam juice Chen Yuanyuan handed him and took a sip:
"The ancients said that when you’re poor, you tend to your own integrity; when you’re prosperous, you help the world. We don’t have the ability to help the whole world, but helping a few poor kids realize their dream of going to school is no problem. Since Second Uncle has experience sponsoring students, I’ll leave this to you to handle for your little cousin."
"Little bro, I’m starting to feel you’re getting more and more like a cold-blooded capitalist. Yesterday you had set up group-buying deals, and today you want to do charity... You can’t just keep shearing the sa sheep, you know?"
"The capable should do more. Who told my cousin to be smart as a whip? Even if others wanted to handle this kind of thing, they couldn’t."
Chen Yuanyuan was actually very much in favor of sponsoring students.
After teasing her cousin a couple of tis, she agreed:
"Alright, there’s no rush on this. I’ll look into it more... Oh right, will the sponsorship be in your personal na, or in the na of Lin Ji or Dundun?"
Lin Xu thought for a mont and set the tone for this matter:
"In the na of Ziqiang Shengjian. From now on, anything like this gets handled under Ziqiang Shengjian."
Ziqiang Shengjian would definitely keep expanding next year, and this was a perfect chance to burnish its reputation a bit. As for Lin Ji, it already had enough of a na; better not link it too closely to charity.
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