Zhang Chen arrived at Wanghai Restaurant at half past six, sat on the sofa in the front hall at the door, looking around, thinking about what to do if the decoration was needed.

On the one hand, I was thinking again, I don’t know what happened to Liu Ligan.

Zhang Chen sat in the front hall for ten minutes. Mr. Tan arrived. There were also many people waiting for meals in the front hall. The two walked to the door. Mr. Tan and the guest said, "We are Mr. Fu..."

"I know, I know, is it Mr. Tan right?" Mr. Tan asked before Mr. Tan finished speaking, and Mr. Tan asked.

The welcome guest led them both with a smile, walked through the hall and towards the private room inside, where the hall was full.

Wanghai Restaurant is not large in size, with only two floors, one floor is a banquet hall, and the other floor is a lobby with eight private rooms. Wanghai Restaurant is famous for its Cantonese morning tea and Hainan cuisine.

Hainan cuisine is an important line in Cantonese cuisine. The other two line are Chaozhou cuisine and Dongjiang cuisine. The main ones near Guangzhou are Dongjiang cuisine. Chaozhou cuisine, because the bosses from Hong Kong, Macao and Chaoshan have supported it, Chaozhou cuisine has become the most fancy and most expensive cuisine, while Hainan cuisine still retains its original simplicity.

The welcome guest took them into the private room. Of course, the private room here cannot be compared with the Nanzhuang Hotel. Its area and luxury are all the same, and it looks quite old. This is probably the reason why it needs to be decorated.

Mr. Fu had not arrived yet, and welcomed Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen to take their seats. When she left, she and the waiter standing at the door whispered, Mr. Fu's guests.

The waiter nodded and came in to serve tea for Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen.

Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen said that Wanghailou belongs to a food service company. Mr. Fu's food service company manager and general manager of Wanghai International Hotel, Wanghai Restaurant and Wanghai Mall. Zhang Chen understood that no wonder Mr. Tan emphasized that day that Mr. Fu had a word.

"This time, Mr. Fu has the final say!" Mr. Tan emphasized again.

The two of them sat for a while and then heard a sound of "Hello, Mr. Fu!" outside the corridor.

"Are my guest here?" asked a very angry voice.

The waiter in the private room quickly took a few steps and smiled at the corridor: "Mr. Fu, the customer has arrived."

Mr. Tan stood up, and Zhang Chen saw this and quickly stood up.

Mr. Fu walked in, Mr. Tan quickly met him and shook hands with Mr. Fu. After shaking his hands, Mr. Tan introduced that this is the designer, Zhang Chen.

Mr. Fu shook hands with Zhang Chen and smiled and said, "It's not bad, it's very young."

Zhang Chen quickly said, "Thank you, Mr. Fu!"

Mr. Fu is different from the locals in Hainan that Zhang Chen remembers. He is white and fat, and his voice is not as good as Hainan's accent. He is more like a person from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Zhang Chen was in a daze and thought he had met a fellow villager.

"Please sit, please sit." Mr. Fu asked them to take their seats again, "Sorry, I didn't invite you to those big hotels for dinner, I could only go to our small hotel for a working meal. I'm so busy that I can't walk away. Isn't it convenient to go up and down."

Mr. Tan smiled and said, "Mr. Fu is polite. If Wanghailou wants to say that he is a small hotel, this Haicheng will not dare to say that he is a big hotel."

Zhang Chen also said: "That is, the size of this hotel is not about the size, but about the signboard. Even if there are only two tables in the hotel, it is a big hotel."

Mr. Fu and Mr. Tan looked at each other for a moment, laughed, Mr. Fu said, "This Xiao Zhang speaks quite philosophical."

Zhang Chen blushed, and he quickly said, "I'm talking nonsense, but I'm just talking about it, which makes Mr. Fu laugh at me."

"No, no, philosophy means philosophy. How dare you make a joke? Xiao Zhang, let me talk about it, what are you feeling?" Mr. Fu looked at him with a smile.

"When I came in front, I saw that the hall was full of people. The front hall outside and the people waiting for the meal were almost unable to stand. I thought, the business in Wanghailou was good. Some hotels were large in scale and were very luxurious in decoration, but at meal time, there was no one at all, so what's the use?" Zhang Chen said.

Mr. Fu smiled happily, Mr. Tan said, Xiao Zhang, you have just arrived on the island, and you may not know that the sign of Wanghailou was created by Mr. Fu.

"Yes, that's amazing. A century-old store was founded after several generations of talent. Wanghailou, in Haicheng, sounds like a century-old store!" Zhang Chen said.

Mr. Fu waved his hand, and he smiled and said, "I won't say it anymore, I will make you speak lightly. Our generation has nothing else, just know four words, work hard, Mr. Tan, don't you think?"

"Yes, this is true. The task assigned to him by the organization is not a matter of silence. Let's take it first and then try every means to figure out how to complete it successfully." Mr. Tan nodded and said.

The three of them were chatting while eating. Zhang Chen found that the Fu Zong was the first to use chopsticks every time he served the dish. After serving the dish, the waiter who served the dish did not retreat immediately. Instead, he stood aside and held the paper and pen. Fu Zong would say, "This," and the chef said, "The pickling time was not enough," and this," and the chef said, "When the oil was over, it was a little more juicy."

You know, the chefs he mentioned are all national special-level chefs. If you dare to say such words to special-level chefs, you will not be convinced if you don’t have to do it.

Zhang Chen secretly admired him.

Mr. Fu saw that Mr. Tan and Zhang Chen were looking at him, and quickly waved his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to tell you, I'm eating in my own hotel, but I just can't eat well and will get angry."

Mr. Tan smiled and said, "Mr. Fu can't eat well in any hotel. If there is a hotel that can make Mr. Fu completely satisfied, there may not be one."

"Different, different." Mr. Fu smiled, "I won't worry about this in other people's hotel."

During the meal, they almost didn't talk about decoration. With the experience of the last time, Zhang Chen also understood that it turned out that when they really talked about business, they didn't talk about business. The people on both sides were irrelevant, and as they spoke from all over the world, the business naturally gradually became. The degree and what they should grasp and what they should do were all indifferent.

Jin Lili and Liu Ligan often say that when people in Haicheng talk about things, they like to talk at the dining table, but in the name of business, they came to a table. Zhang Chen thought to himself that many people are still like this, and they don’t talk about business. This actually makes sense. I don’t even want to eat with you. Why do we eat the meat in the pot together?

Isn’t business just meat stewed in a pot?

Mr. Fu seemed to be very interested in Zhang Chen's personal affairs. He asked Zhang Chen where he was from and where he worked. Zhang Chen told him that he had worked in the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe, and was an artist and painted the set.

"Where is this Yongcheng? Zhejiang or Jiangsu, I listen to your accent, and I am from Jiangsu and Zhejiang." Mr. Fu said.

"Yongcheng is a county under Hangzhou." Zhang Chen and Mr. Fu said.

"Then I understand. Hangzhou City is very good. There is paradise above and Suhang below. I am still in Louwailou and I will stay for two months." Mr. Fu said.

"Really? Mr. Fu should know much about Hangzhou." Zhang Chen said.

"When I was young, I went there to study. In our industry, haha, I said that learning is cutting vegetables. I cut vegetables everywhere. I cut vegetables in Guangzhou, in Shanghai, in Changsha, in Chengdu, and in Beijing, I still cut vegetables." Mr. Fu said happily. Zhang Chen understood in his heart. No wonder Mr. Fu had no Hainan accent at all. It turned out that he had been studying in so many places.

"Mr. Fu was in Wanghailou at that time?" Mr. Tan asked.

"No, at the Hainan Regional Administrative Office Guesthouse, Mr. Tan, you also know that in our Administrative Office, most of your troops came to your army, and they all have them from all over the world. Those who serve the leaders will go to various places to learn and try to let them taste the taste of their hometown." Mr. Fu said with a smile, "But his vision has also been opened, otherwise he would not know how big the world is if he narrowed on this island."

The three of them had a very pleasant meal. Mr. Tan, Zhang Chen and Mr. Fu said goodbye. After leaving Wanghai Tower, Mr. Tan happily told Zhang Chen that it seemed that this project was definitely sure to win.

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then understood, yes, if someone didn't want to cooperate with you, who would spend so much time eating with you and chatting with you from all over the world, especially people like Mr. Fu, who are so busy at work and never lack a meal.

"Why are you going back?" Mr. Tan asked.

Zhang Chen said I can just use a motorcycle or Mazda. This Mazda is not a car, but a tricycle with air ventilated on all sides. Haicheng people call it "Popluff" or "Mazda".

"Come on, I'll take you back." Mr. Tan said.

"No need, thank you Mr. Tan. The road in Binya Village is very crowded. It's all night market. It's hard to drive. I'll take a motorcycle and you'll arrive in a while." Zhang Chen said quickly.

"Okay, see you tomorrow!" said Mr. Tan.
Chapter completed!