Gourmet Food Supplier
chapter-1606

If master Cheng didn't expose him, wouldn't he be shameless?

Yuan Zhou wasn't a fool. He definitely didn't believe that master Cheng had forced him to say that. Of course, he also knew that master Cheng wouldn't force him to say that.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Yuan Zhou roughly knew what was going on. He couldn't help but give himself a "like" for his intelligence.

Master Cheng heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't hear the following question. Then, he raised his head quietly and only dared to continue when he saw Yuan Zhou's expression didn't change,""Then, master, if you have no further instructions, I won't disturb you any further?"

"Okay, remember to finish your homework." Yuan Zhou said.

"Alright, master. I'll definitely complete it seriously." Master Cheng left the restaurant. When he walked to the end of the street of Taoxi road, he picked up a plastic bag and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"What's wrong with the queuing Committee recently?" master Cheng knitted his brows and said,"there's garbage everywhere on the street."

In the next second, master Cheng prepared to call Jiang Changxi, the chairman of the queuing Committee. However, as soon as he pulled out the address book, he stopped. It didn't seem appropriate to condemn her in this way.

Therefore, master Cheng called Zheng Jiawei, the Vice President, without hesitation.

The president of the queuing Committee had always been the iron-clad Jiang Changxi, who was unshakeable by anyone. As for the Vice President, there was a rotation. Previously, Wu Hai had been the Vice-President, but now it was Ling Hong and Zheng Jiawei.

It wasn't that master Cheng was making a mountain out of a molehill. The urban hygiene in Chengdu had always been good, and Taoxi road had always been one of the top places in Chengdu's Scenic Area.

People were very sensitive to their surroundings. If no one around them was littering, very few people would do this. However, if no one around them was paying attention, then no one would pay much attention.

Master Cheng was wondering if it was because his master had become so popular that more tourists came.

The average quality of Chinese tourists was considered to be high internationally. However, there was still a small number of people who would not abide by the rules. Therefore, master Cheng wanted to strangle these situations in the cradle.

After all, Taoxi road represented the store's face to a certain extent, so he couldn't be careless.

Master Cheng told Zheng Jiawei about this matter on the phone, and Zheng Jiawei immediately gave him a plan.

The specific treatment plan was to add a few more trash cans without destroying the overall layout of Taoxi road. It was not that the trash can could be used immediately, but it would not make people hold the trash in their hands for several minutes.

The second step was to make the appearance of the trash can cute. For example, make it look like a naive national treasure holding a small basin. It would be more eye-catching.

The third step was to cooperate with the local street office to do some things.

"Three steps at once. The garbage can is a good idea. Anyway, there are many pandas in Rong city." Master Cheng hung up the phone with relief.

Zheng Jiawei had fully proved that a person could have multiple identities. On one hand, he was a member of the queuing Committee and Wu Hai's agent. On the other hand, he was also the Executive Director of the new young painters Association, the Executive Director of the Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange meeting, and the Executive Vice president of the Association that refused second-hand smoke.

One should know that Zheng Jiawei's positions were all related to "General Affairs," which meant that he had to be in charge. One really didn't know how Zheng Jiawei could be so busy. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was an octopus.

The queuing Committee was very famous on the internet. It was even called "the most cohesive business method today" by economists on the internet.

Many large chain restaurants wanted to organize one, but most of them were jokes.

Ling Hong, Jiang Changxi, Meng Meng, Wu Hai, MA zida, and the others took the restaurant as another home or a place for foodies. They spontaneously offered money and effort to set up a queuing Committee.

Did other restaurants have such a strong cohesion like Yuan Zhou's restaurant? You even want the customer to take the initiative to contribute money and work, are you awake now, brother?

The best result of the restaurants that tried to imitate was just a weird "queuing Committee", which was actually a member system.

After the Vice President had solved the problem, the other Vice President, Ling Hong, continued to invite more people. He was going to call Wu Zhou and his wife next.

"Hey, wait. It seems little Qing doesn't know Wu Zhou and the others." Ling Hong took the phone and suddenly thought of a serious problem.

As mentioned before, ever since Wu Zhou and Zhuang xinmu gave birth to their child, he had been saving money to let his child attend a good kindergarten. Therefore, he came here less often and thus, they didn't meet each other.

Speaking of which, the couple Wu Zhou and Zhuang xinmu wanted their child to win at the starting line. However, when their child was born, Wu Hai gave him a painting as a gift. This was not winning at the starting line, but directly reaching the finishing line.

"Why don't we just forget about it?" Ling Hong thought to himself.

Ling Hong changed his mind and then called Wu Zhou,""Xiao Qing is treating tonight. See you at the restaurant at eighto' clock in the evening."

Wu Zhou and Ling Hong could be considered as friends. Therefore, when he heard Ling Hong's straightforward words, he answered subconsciously,""Alright, since no discount Ling asked, I must come."

"Alright," he said. Ling Hong hung up the phone cleanly.

On the other side, Wu Zhou hung up the phone and muttered to himself,"little Qing? By the way, who is little Qing?"

Ling Hong had already informed all the members of the queuing Committee, as well as the regular customers of the restaurant, such as Xia Yu and the others. He didn't care whether ruan Xiaoqing knew them or not.

Ling Hong hoped that this time, he could make it a bigger one. He wanted to make Xiaoqing happy. Ruan Xiaoqing was indeed discharged from the hospital, but it didn't mean that she was cured or relieved. It was just that she had passed the critical period and it was useless to stay in the hospital.

In the late stage of pancreatic cancer, not everything could be miraculous, at least not for ruan Xiaoqing.

Of course, a miracle was a miracle because it was rare to find any other special characteristics besides being beyond common sense. Ling Hong also looked forward to it, but he didn't find any. He just accompanied it.

After all, in the remaining days of ruan Xiaoqing's life, they wouldn't be able to see this kind of big gathering many times. It would be great to be happy once.

"Speaking of which, Women in Love really have a lowered IQ. Xiao Qing didn't see it either." After Ling Hong notified the people, he thought complacently that although ruan Xiaoqing hadn't agreed yet, Ling Hong had already tacitly agreed.

After ruan Xiaoqing found out that she could be discharged, the first thing she thought of was to treat everyone to a meal to thank them for taking care of her all this time.

He thought of many places but couldn't find a suitable restaurant. In the end, Ling Hong directly answered,"what else can I find? in such a situation, I must find master chef Restaurant."

"Where is boss Yuan?" Ruan Xiaoqing said.

"I believe that no one except our boss Yuan would dare to hang the name of Master chef Restaurant," Ling Hong said.

"No, I also want to treat boss Yuan to a meal. The first time I met him, he gave me 338 RMB to give me a reason to live on. Then, he can cook dishes that can stimulate my appetite every day. When I was sick and hospitalized, he also sent me food. Therefore, boss Yuan is the person I want to treat the most. I can't let him be a chef." Ruan Xiaoqing listed out all of them, and she had always remembered them in her heart.

"What do you think of Compass's cooking skills?" Ling Hong asked.

"That's the best,"ruan Xiaoqing commented decisively.

"Then, what kind of chef do you think can make a dish that can satisfy compass?" Ling Hong asked again.

"Uh ..." Ruan Xiaoqing was at a loss for words.

"Besides, Xiao Qing, when have you ever seen compass go out for a meal? it's very rare. He always cooks for himself."

Ling Hong finally convinced ruan Xiaoqing. Although it wasn't good to ask the other party to cook for him when he was treating him to a meal, he was even more afraid of choosing a restaurant that didn't suit Yuan Zhou's taste.

"You're such a fool. You said that you had terminal pancreatic cancer. Do you think you can eat anywhere else?" Ling Hong muttered to himself.

As for Yuan Zhou, Ling Hong was very clear about him. This guy would never care about such things.

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