HPDBC Chapter 59 Luo Qiaoyun's Thoughts
Chapter 59 Luo Qiaoyun's Thoughts
He Yuzhu wasn't worried about not being invited; in fact, the 100,000 yuan fee for a single table of food didn't deter those truly powerful leaders.
Instead, the leaders who invited him felt that He Yuzhu had a broad perspective.
Not everyone can accept that a chef can charge 100,000 yuan for the labor of preparing a single meal.
This way, those who are unwilling to spend money or are not qualified enough can be kept out.
He Yuzhu wasn't worried; he only had four days off a month. He only cooked one meal each time, and there were plenty of capable people in Beijing.
Although the number of people has decreased significantly, there are still one or two opportunities to host banquets each month.
This way, they didn't earn less, but more. About four tables at a time. One table costs 100,000 yuan, so four tables would be hundreds of thousands.
Doing it twice a month would bring in about a million. If you do it for four days straight, with four or five tables each time, it would be close to two million.
Goodness, that's twice his salary! It's only because He Yuzhu doesn't like to show off. Otherwise, the people in the courtyard would have already been in an uproar. All they know now is that He Yuzhu often goes out to prepare banquets.
They thought a table would only cost ten or twenty thousand yuan; they certainly wouldn't have imagined that someone would be willing to pay one hundred thousand yuan for the labor cost of a single table.
He Yuzhu naturally wouldn't tell them, and he never talked about this in the courtyard or the steel mill.
Liu Lan, Guo Wei, and Lu Yi have now learned to keep their mouths shut.
Despite Liu Lan's tendency to be outspoken now, she doesn't reveal a single thing about hosting banquets outside of work.
After all, this is everyone's savings. If she angers He Yuzhu and gets kicked out, Liu Lan will be devastated.
Liu Lan, Guo Wei, and Lu Yi's commission has now increased to 10,000 yuan per table. This was a price increase initiated by He Yuzhu, who couldn't keep the profits for himself while making his subordinates suffer.
Anyway, He Yuzhu is rich, so he doesn't mind letting them take advantage of him.
At least the three of them did their best, which makes things easier for me.
The three of them are now putting more effort into preparing banquets than they do at work. I don't know whether to praise them or criticize them.
Fortunately, He Yuzhu understood. Doing side jobs was to earn extra money, while doing official work was just to get by.
They could earn tens of thousands of yuan by working a full day, which made the three of them extremely happy.
He Yuzhu naturally earned even more, and the four of them now work together very well.
Every time, Guo Wei would ride the guesthouse's tricycle to the courtyard in Fuxiang Hutong in advance to pick up the ingredients.
He Yuzhu would always take things out in advance and put them in Fuxiang Hutong, so that Guo Wei could take things from there when he came.
To outsiders, it was presented as a gift from a friend, and Guo Wei wouldn't pry. This effectively avoided trouble; He Yuzhu was always careful to prevent anyone from noticing anything amiss.
Guo Wei arrived at the destination with the items, and Liu Lan, Guo Wei, and Lu Yi began to prepare the ingredients in advance.
By the time they had prepared all the ingredients and done all the necessary preparations, it was already too late.
He Yuzhu will also arrive at the scene around 10 o'clock. Once he arrives, he can start working right away.
Steamed meatballs, fried meat, mushrooms, and so on—the meal was basically finished around 1 p.m.
At this point, unless the host arranges for additional tables, He Yuzhu can leave work.
He Yuzhu usually doesn't bother with cleaning up afterward. Around 1 a.m., when the guests stop ordering new dishes, he simply rides away.
He Yuzhu never handled any money from beginning to end; Liu Lan was responsible for everything, from soliciting work to settling accounts.
Liu Lan was in charge of handling the settlement, and then she would go home with Guo Wei and Lu Yi after they had divided the money.
When Monday came, Liu Lan handed the remaining money to He Yuzhu.
Several people established rules from the beginning, and everyone is doing a good job now. Everyone knows what they are supposed to do and doesn't need reminders from others.
If someone isn't proactive in making money, there's something wrong with their brain. They're all perfectly normal; they wouldn't mess up something that would make money.
He went out four times in a month and actually earned more than his salary.
The amount ranges from as low as six or seven hundred thousand to as high as one to two million.
He works a regular job during the week, and in the evenings he would also prepare a dinner party for his superiors. After all, He Yuzhu is quite famous now, and the superiors don't want to entertain guests at restaurants.
So, Chef He Yuzhu appeared before the leaders, and met Leader B while cooking at Leader A's house.
As a result, the business grew larger and larger, and the network of connections expanded.
Initially, he was a section chief or bureau chief in the district, and gradually he rose to the city level or even higher.
Even though they often went to fancy restaurants and had eaten He Yuzhu's food, they all praised it highly.
The leaders wouldn't give him money, but they would still give him good cigarettes and alcohol.
At least now he doesn't have to buy cigarettes or alcohol every month. He keeps the cigarettes for himself and stores the good wine in his spatial cellar.
These things will be very valuable in the future, and it will be quite prestigious to give them away as gifts.
He Yuzhu didn't like drinking much, always feeling that excessive drinking was bad for a chef. It damaged his sense of taste and made his hands tremble.
Smoking is an old habit of his, and he can't quit this hobby.
In this special era, a good chef is truly born in a good time.
I don't know what other people's hobbies are, but He Yuzhu's hobbies now are just smoking and drinking tea.
As for Uncle Yan Bugui from the front yard going fishing, He Yuzhu had no intention of doing so at all.
In the small pond in his space, he could scoop up more than a dozen big fish with a single net.
Now, every year or two, He Yuzhu will clear out a large quantity of fish from the pond, and each time he can harvest several thousand kilograms of fish.
These were all sold to steel rolling mills, and He Yuzhu realized that his initial choice to join the steel rolling mill was absolutely correct.
Otherwise, the products generated in the space will either rot in your hands or you'll get reported if you try to sell them outside.
Unlike now, where some of the produce is used for banquets and others that are difficult to sell, it is sold to steel mills in one go.
Before 55, He Yuzhu had more than a hundred small yellow croakers in his hand.
He Yuzhu created a set of small tools in his space and then learned to smelt gold on his own.
A single yellow croaker weighs 31.2 grams, or one ounce.
He Yuzhu used a small tool to melt ten small yellow croakers weighing 31.2 grams each into a large yellow croaker weighing 312 grams each.
The large number of small yellow croakers in the space have now disappeared, leaving only twelve large yellow croakers and three small yellow croakers.
Having traveled from 51 to the present day, He Yuzhu has bought a house, a watch, a bicycle, and stockpiled some supplies.
They acquired these twelve large yellow croakers, plus over ten million in cash.
Jia Dongxu followed Yi Zhonghai back to the courtyard house and, as expected, saw the strange looks from the people in the courtyard.
Yi Zhonghai returned home with a dark expression, only happier when he hugged his daughter, Shanshan, who was learning to walk.
When Jia Dongxu returned home, Jia Zhangshi rushed over to ask why he had failed the exam again.
Qin Huairu stood far away, clutching the stick, afraid that Jia Zhangshi would vent her anger on her.
Jia Dongxu was speechless; this time, he couldn't even find someone to take the blame.
Yi Zhonghai has been correcting his technique a lot lately and has also given him a lot of help.
If he continues to say that Yi Zhonghai is wrong this time, and Jia Zhangshi comes to make trouble again, then the master and disciple will really break off their relationship.
"Dongxu, tell me, if it was that old bastard Yi Zhonghai who did it, I will definitely get justice for you."
"Mom, stop talking. It's not Master's fault. I don't know either. I always have problems in exams. I can usually do it, but I can't do it during exams."
Jia Zhangshi was speechless. She had been deceiving herself, thinking that Yi Zhonghai was unwilling to sincerely teach her son.
Now Jia Dongxu tells her that's not how it is.
Even if Jia Zhangshi wanted to cause trouble, she lacked confidence. Besides, she had seen Yi Zhonghai's gloomy and terrifying expression today.
If she dares to cause trouble at Yi Zhonghai's house, the two families will probably become true enemies.
"But you can't stay an apprentice forever, can you? Doesn't Yi Zhonghai have any other options? Even becoming a first-class worker would be better than being an apprentice, wouldn't it?"
Jia Zhangshi posed a profound question, and Jia Dongxu was also pondering how to break this curse.
After failing twice in a row, Jia Dongxu developed a fear of the certification exam. He wasn't sure he could pass the third time either, and the workshop director issued an ultimatum: if he failed to pass the first-level worker exam again, he would be kicked out of the workshop.
Jia Zhangshi felt that relying on Yi Zhonghai to find a solution was definitely not the right thing to do.
"Sister-in-law, I don't know how to put it. Dongxu usually does well, but he gets nervous and makes mistakes every time it's time for a grading exam. I can't possibly take the exam for Dongxu, can I?"
"Master Dongxu, look at Dongxu, he's only getting 180,000 yuan a month as an apprentice, and his family is always going hungry."
Yi Zhonghai looked at the fat and chubby Jia Zhangshi, seemingly not believing that they would go hungry.
Jia Zhangshi didn't notice the strange looks from Yi Zhonghai and Luo Qiaoyun. Instead, she complained about how difficult things were, hoping that Yi Zhonghai, as Jia Dongxu's mentor, could think of a way to resolve the matter.
"Next year, I'll talk to my supervisor in advance. If it doesn't work out, I'll spend some money and try to get the first-level worker qualification first."
"Okay, I knew it. Master Dongxu, you won't abandon Dongxu. Don't worry, I won't agree if Dongxu is not filial to you in the future."
Only after Jia Zhangshi said those words did Yi Zhonghai finally smile.
Even though he already has his own daughter, when it comes to retirement, Yi Zhonghai still favors Jia Dongxu more.
This child is just too honest; his other shortcomings are forgivable.
Luo Qiaoyun pursed her lips, thinking that Yi Zhonghai was somewhat obsessed. Even though he already had a daughter, he still refused to give up Jia Dongxu.
However, Luo Qiaoyun didn't want to argue with Yi Zhonghai. All she wanted to do now was raise her daughter well so that she wouldn't have to worry about her retirement.
It's not hard to guess what Yi Zhonghai was thinking; he simply felt that his daughter was going to get married.
Luo Qiaoyun sometimes thought that if things didn't work out, she could go back to her parents' home for a while. Maybe the next child would be a son. But she had already made a promise with that person that they would never have a relationship again.
Luo Qiaoyun was still hesitating about whether to continue contacting that person. This relationship couldn't be exposed; if it were revealed, someone would die.