Chapter 51 Hope

After some thought, Han Yuquan called and decided to sign up to be part of the Qibao restaurant plan.

After getting the business card, he was sure that the person who stepped forward to save him this time was Qing Qin, the president of Qibao.

Since Qiqi’s counterattack at the beginning of last year, Qibao Company has frequently airborne hot searches, and whenever it appears, it can instantly attract the attention of the public, and then sell excellent products and occupy the entire market.

And behind this, is their far-sighted and extraordinary Qibao president Qing Qin.

If it is this person, what he hopes must be successful, whether it is revitalizing the family business or defeating that shameless person.

The process went smoothly, and the place where the contract was finally signed was set at Han Yuquan's house. He planned to cook some dishes within his power to entertain his benefactor.

This time, also brought Meng Yu, Pan Dao, Wenli, Ding Jiu and Zhu Qi in the past. The latter four were all gluttons. They longed for Chef Han’s craftsmanship early on, licking their faces and following them. .

The same is true.

Although Han Yuquan injured his hand, he couldn't hold a knife, he couldn't handle a pot, and he couldn't use Shandong cuisine's exquisite knife craftsmanship and excellent mastery of heat, but he also applied the technique of Shandong cuisine to other dishes. .

He asked the aunt on the other side to help with some ingredients. From the early morning of the day before yesterday to this afternoon, it was simmered into a cup of fragrant Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

As soon as Qing Qin and the others entered the house, they were hit by the aroma, and their faces showed an intoxicated look.

Director Pan twitched his nose without any burden. He was dragged by the aroma and came to the kitchen, gulping wildly. The one who shared the same language with him was Zhu Qi, who was also unburdened. He squatted in front of the stove without any burden, and watched eagerly.

"Wait another 10 minutes to eat." Han Yuquan hadn't seen such a scene for a long time, and his cooking skills were once again sure to bring a smile to his face, "I won't let you down."

It does.

When everyone was given a bowl of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, even Qing Qin, who was the most arrogant before, rarely showed the appearance of gluttony. The earth blends together, using so much meat, but it does not appear greasy at all, swallowing it in one mouthful, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless.

Several people were swept up in the wind, gasping for breath while being scalded, while gobbling down, eating from the bowl, and looking at the jar on the table, for fear that someone would take an extra step and enjoy that much more sip.

Han Yuquan also hadn't cooked for a long time, and when he brought it up, he was a little worried that his skills would deteriorate. Seeing them eating happily, his heart suddenly fell back into his stomach.

After eating and drinking, it was time to discuss the terms.

Han Yuquan was sitting at the table, next to him was the aunt with frost and white ditch on the temples, and across from him was the Qibao six people.

"Qibao can help you open a restaurant. You can apply for funds to the finance and accounting department according to your needs, and the obligations to perform are very small. We only take 2% of the annual profit. Always keep a seat, and provide Qibao’s staff dinner twice a month, of course, they are all paid, and they need to operate legally…”

Meng Yu continued to read clause by clause, his voice was very clear, and Han Yuquan's heart became more alive after hearing it.

Xiaoqing's reputation is well-deserved, Qibao is definitely doing charity, and every clause is as profitable as possible, and it takes care of a fledgling entrepreneur.

Even at the end, Han Yuquan felt a sense of shame that I didn't deserve it.

"So, Mr. Han, what do you think?" Meng Yu asked. "If you have any other dissatisfaction, you can tell us."

"No," Han Yuquan took a deep breath, holding his right hand that was still shaking slightly with his left hand, "I just think that I might live up to President Qing's expectations."

Qingqin thought to himself: This kind of injury can only be done by a Chinese doctor. Where is a Chinese doctor so easy to hire? But he doesn't care whether the restaurant pays or not, and if he can help others fulfill his dream, it doesn't just suit him: "In fact, Qibao intends to enter the catering industry, and what he needs is not only a chef in the town, but also a There are many disciples, if you can cultivate talents for Qibao, that would be the best."

Thinking about the craftsmanship of Boss Fan, there are always similarities between father and son, and he can't help but question the teaching level of this little brother who is not good at speaking.

So let’s teach the apprentice slowly, the later the apprentice can leave the apprenticeship, the better.

Anyway, now Qingqin wants to implement the trick to the end. Choosing these projects with a particularly late return on investment can ensure that you will not receive a return during the competition period, so that you can lower the ranking during the settlement, or even lose the competition smoothly.

"Okay!" Logically speaking, Han Yuquan was reluctant to hand over the recipes of the Han family to others, but now that their Han family's talents are fading, and the family's secret recipes are not popular in modern society, it is better to release them and give back to Qibao.

And this is also a way to fight the bastard surnamed Fan.

They signed the contract and left, and Han Yuquan sent them all the way to the gate of the old community.

This grand event gathered a lot of alcohol practitioners, and the youth series was in the limelight again. Qing Qin was busy with business, so he got into the car non-stop and went back to the townhouse with the rest.

Only Zhu Qi stayed, saying that his grandfather's house was nearby.

This time out is also an opportunity for the staff to build a group tour. Other staff have been playing around in Kyoto during this time. Naturally, Qing Qin will not favor one over the other, and let him go freely with a wave of his hand.

Zhu Qi then went back with Han Yuquan on the way, and the two started chatting unknowingly. At the beginning, Zhu Qi was touting his cooking skills, and the later topic inevitably fell to Han Yuquan's hands.

"Actually, I used to be pretty good at knives. A piece of tofu can cut a thousand needles for you, but now I can't handle it." Han Yuquan pretended to be relaxed.

"Is it tenosynovitis?" Zhu Qi didn't know his story before, but he was very concerned when he heard it. It's a pity that such a good chef was buried. "My grandfather dabbled in this area."

"It was a broken bone in a car accident before," Han Yuquan sighed, "It's not that easy to treat, and many Chinese medicine doctors say it's not good."

Zhu Qi was excited: "My grandfather can cure this, he has cured such a case before."

Sure enough, it was some irrelevant consolation. Han Yuquan was just giving up on himself, and when he was depressed, he didn't even respond to these words for the first time. Live on a driftwood: "What!"

Zhu Qi has seen many patients who have suddenly gained hope over the years, and he has adapted well to it: "You can go back with me and ask if you can do it."

"Okay!" With such a hope, Han Yuquan agreed immediately.

Not knowing that he had poisoned another Chinese doctor, Qing Qin sat in the back seat of the car, recalling Han Yuquan's expression when he heard about the investment, he sighed and smiled.

There is no denying that this is indeed a very beautiful scene.

He lowered his hair and texted Lou Quan: "I think dreams are a very beautiful thing."

Dreams are things that are so difficult that they can only be dreamed about. Whether it is building a restaurant here for people, or helping Wen Li realize his animation dream over there, they are all things with high investment and elusive returns.

Lou Quan saw the news and remembered Qing Qin's various operations to turn the tide this year, and consciously went one step further with his sweetheart: "I also think that fighting for a dream looks the most beautiful."

Fight for your dreams.

Qing Qin read these five words again, and a good idea appeared in his mind, which just matched the investment plan he had in mind before.

Helping to fulfill other people's dreams is equivalent to burning money, and burning money is equivalent to fulfilling his own dream - to achieve negative profits, lose games, and stay away from the road of cannon fodder!

He directly announced the plan: "I want to build a dream bank, so that all people with dreams can get funds from the bank to realize their dreams, and part of their profits will be put into the dream bank, encouraging others people to realize their own wishes.”

When the time comes to lower the requirements of the dream, it does not necessarily have to be profitable. As long as the threshold is low enough, many people who want to take advantage of it will flock to the account, and the funds on the account will not be ample.

In that case, the funds converted by Dream Bank in the final assessment will not go anywhere, and they will successfully spend the profits on hand.

This is also a solution to a hot potato.

The rest of the people obviously got the wrong idea, and immediately finished the bowl of chicken soup, showing the expression of fans and sisters: "Boss Qing is great!"

That night, Meng Yu added Xiaoqing's observation diary as follows: "My boss is a very socially responsible entrepreneur. The original intention of his creation of Dream Bank was to support every dream chaser."

Many years later, in the interpretation of Mr. Qing's autobiography, she added a comment to this passage: "I often guess that maybe this is because he is also a dream chaser himself, so he has such a deep understanding. Humanistic care. Around that time, he already had the ambition to build this behemoth Qibao Group, which spans food, farming, logistics, e-commerce and energy."

Putting aside the future, Qiu Dang, who had been trying to find out the news, came back disappointed while everyone in Qibao happily enjoyed the eve of the awards ceremony.

Sitting in a chair, he was a little dejected: "The analysis of the flavors of the liquor we sent doesn't seem to be very good."

"How do you know?" Ding Jiuwan couldn't accept that there was another problem with his teacher's work.

Qiu Dang hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "You may not know, my father's surname is Qiu."

The audience was silent, only the youngest Zhu Qi whispered: "Ah, isn't this common sense?"

Qiu Dang's face blushed: "I mean my dad's Qiu is Professor Qiu's Qiu, the one who announced the development of grape sunset pearl No. 10 in the agricultural magazine last year!"

This time everyone took a breath of air. If it was the news from this boss, then nine times out of ten it was true.