"Are these guys fools? Is their own business so good?" Luo Yang was stunned by the side. He knew very well how much Zhang Jianguo's convoy had made before. He didn't expect that it would take so long, and the convoy that had finished cutting became like this.

"Silly? They are not stupid, they are all smart." Zhang Jianguo sneered: "If you get some relatives in, you have to pay this salary? You will take advantage of yourself if you pay one more salary. You will also reimburse more fuel expenses and car fares. All of this money is in your own pocket. If you don't take it, you won't take it for nothing. Who will not take it for nothing? Don't mention other messy things."

Song Yuanchao shook his head when he heard this. These people were short-sighted. At first, they were jealous of Zhang Jianguo, who made more money than they did. They secretly colluded to attack Zhang Jianguo and used methods to force Zhang Jianguo to hand over the convoy to them.

Now, the convoy belongs to them, but what did they do? People without long-term vision can do little tricks, at best, they are just clever. It is so easy to manage a company, even if it is included in a fleet? A group of people who are not in tune with each other and only focus on immediate interests are gathered together. The result is obvious, but they came earlier than Song Yuanchao expected.

One monk carries water to eat, two monks carry water to eat, and three monks eat without water.

The current situation of the convoy proves the truth of the three monks well. The reason why they fell into the current dilemma was entirely self-inflicted, and they still have the face to come to Zhang Jianguo?

"Why did the old Guo come to you just now and want you to go back and take over the convoy?" Song Yuanchao asked.

"That's about that, but if you really want me to take over, you have to put in quotes. These guys are not fuel-efficient lights, and maybe they have other ideas. But I'm not stupid either. It's enough for a person to suffer a loss once, so I can't continue to suffer a second loss, right?"

"Uncle Zhang, it's right that you don't go. These guys will let them go as far as they can in the future. Don't let them in when they come to the door, just call them out!" Luo Yang said from the side.

Zhang Jianguo laughed and refused to say anything. It was a pity that these bad things were too much. Moreover, Zhang Jianguo had no intention of interacting with them since he had cut it before. But then again, the convoy he had worked hard to pull out has now become like this, and Zhang Jianguo felt uncomfortable.

"I won't talk about them anymore, let's talk about our own business." Zhang Jianguo put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and said, "I will stare at the factory in the aid of Korea. You can rest assured that the warehouse here is here. If I control everything, everything will be fine. But I will discuss with you about buying a car later. I plan to use my own cars in the future and no longer accept foreign drivers' affiliation. What do you think?"

"I have no objection. Although this is more expensive, it can be better in management." Song Yuanchao agreed immediately.

Zhang Jianguo slapped his thigh: "Yes, that's what I think. I discovered this when I was in a fleet before. The management of cars affiliated to the outside is very difficult, the quality of personnel is good and bad, and their cars are not as good as our own vehicles. In addition, it is difficult to dispatch outside the car, so there are often problems such as this. At that time, I was thinking about gradually increasing the proportion of cars and compressing the affiliated vehicles bit by bit. But before I could implement it, such a thing happened later..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Jianguo sighed and Song Yuanchao nodded to express his understanding.

The three of them talked about the work issues in the warehouse and discussed the following work. It was soon lunch time.

Lunch was eaten by Zhang Jianguo, and the warehouse could not be opened, but Zhang Jianguo found a small restaurant not far away. This restaurant delivered food to the warehouse every day. The food was pretty good, all fried fried fried food, and the price was not expensive. It was also considered the original "takeout" and "box lunch" of this era.

After lunch, Song Yuanchao and Luo Yang left first, and they were going to find someone to complete the subsequent procedures.

Even if Luo Yang has a relationship and knows people, it is not easy to handle this procedure. Moreover, the one who took over this land is not an ordinary state-owned enterprise or a joint venture. Many of the procedures are different from before. Many departments have to report and approve such work specifically, and it took a month to complete it.

After finishing all this, it was approaching May Day. Song Yuanchao delayed for a long time in Shanghai and returned to Jinling. Jinling was also busy. The preparations for various branches (factories) were in full swing. Coupled with the continuous sales of original products and the finalization of new instant noodles, Song Yuanchao devoted himself to his busy work without having time to rest.

Speaking of instant noodles setting, the first instant noodles chosen by Song Yuanchao finally completed the final recipe after many process adjustments.

Looking at the bowl of braised beef noodles with bright colors in front of him, Song Yuanchao's index finger moved, picked up the quickie next to him and started eating.

After eating, the familiar smell spread in the mouth. Song Yuanchao raised his eyebrows and nodded repeatedly. It was this taste, this taste!

This taste is almost the same as the braised beef noodles in my memory. Moreover, because of the craftsmanship of the noodles, the unique aroma of instant noodles is much better than that of the ordinary noodles. Song Yuanchao made a bowl of noodles in the office, and the whole floor was filled with an aroma that made people feel urged to take a bite.

After eating the noodles for a few bites, and drinking half a bowl of soup, Song Yuanchao took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, patting his belly with satisfaction.

"How is it?" Annie Ying, Ruth and Zhan Linhong, who were standing beside him, stared at Song Yuanchao and asked.

"The taste is good, very good!" Song Yuanchao gave them a thumbs up and praised, and the three of them laughed at the same time.

"Then it's settled?" Ying Annie asked.

"It's just like that, just use this recipe." Song Yuanchao nodded, and said wonderingly: "What? Why don't you eat it? Just rely on me to say ok when trying it? What if my taste is different from others?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruth shook her head into a rattle: "I won't eat it anymore, just say ok."

Song Yuanchao showed a puzzled expression, Zhan Linhong smiled and explained that Song Yuanchao suddenly realized. It turned out that he was not here a few days ago, and the convenience of interviews were all handled by the company's internal personnel, especially the management.

Everyone was very happy to have such free and unique instant noodles at the beginning, but with the R&D department's multiple adjustments to the taste, the frequency of tasting became higher and higher, and everyone's initial love for instant noodles gradually became numb, and finally to an unacceptable level.

Just imagine, if you want to eat 1-2 bowls of instant noodles a day, and it has a similar taste every day. If you eat it for ten days and half a month, even the delicious instant noodles will be vomited.

As the general manager of the company, Ruth has set an example and the tasting procedure is the first. So she has no appetite when she smells instant noodles. This transformation took less than half a month. It would be good to let her eat instant noodles without spitting it out.

After hearing Zhan Linhong's explanation, Song Yuanchao couldn't help laughing.

He experienced this kind of pain in his previous life, especially when he was at the busiest time of work, he could only rely on instant noodles to make do with it. He was packed in boxes of food at home and was tired of eating it, but because he didn't want to eat it, he could only bite the bullet and eat it for the sake of his stomach.

"If it is officially put into production, what is the current output?" Song Yuanchao put the noodle bowl aside, lit a cigarette and asked.

Ying Annie said a number, and Song Yuanchao nodded: "This output is quite good in the early stage, but once the market is opened, it is far from enough. However, branches in various regions are already under construction, so it is no problem to rely on this output to support it for the time being."

"I also think so. After all, we don't know what the market is like." Ying Annie nodded, and then she asked a question, which is what the brand of instant noodles is used for. This matter has not been decided yet.

"Have you discussed the brand issue?" Song Yuanchao asked back.

Ying Annie replied: "It has been discussed, and there are several brand choices but it has not been finalized."

"Take it and take a look." Song Yuanchao reached out to her, and Ying Annie handed the discussion result that had been prepared long ago to Song Yuanchao.

After taking it, Song Yuanchao took it and looked carefully. There were more than a dozen instant noodles brands written on it. However, when he looked at it, Song Yuanchao directly removed some brands such as "Great Wall", "China", "Benefiting the People" and "Crown Noodles". Then some brands that were uninnovative or difficult to read and difficult to remember. In the end, he saw that there was nothing left.

Shaking his head slightly, Song Yuanchao was a little disappointed. It was so difficult to start a brand. Everyone's thinking was still limited to the previous ideas and there was no completely divergent idea.

If that's all, Song Yuanchao's score failed, but what brand should he use? Song Yuanchao thought about it and originally planned to directly use some famous brands from later generations, such as "Master Kong" and "Little Raccoon", but after careful consideration, it seemed a bit awkward in the relationship. After thinking about it, he took a pen and wrote two words on the paper and handed it to Ying Annie.

"God chef?"

Ying Annie read the brand name of the instant noodles that Song Yuanchao named, tilted her head and thought for a while and said in surprise: "This name is good, the God Chef, it's very meaningful, this name is good!"

"Haha, you can just say it, there is no such exaggeration as you said. In fact, it is good to use Master Song and Master Ying to build a brand, but it always feels a bit weird." As soon as Song Yuanchao finished speaking, Ying Annie and Zhan Linhong laughed at the same time, but Ruth looked at them with a confused expression. Although Ruth learned Chinese well now and made rapid progress, she could simply talk to Song Yuanchao and the others in Chinese, it was very difficult for her to understand the meaning of what he said just now.
Chapter completed!