Lianliankan

Chapter 125 Supporting Zhou Bingkun

After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Zhao Ye laughed at Zhou Rong on the phone and said: "You, you really don't have a long memory, have you forgotten what I told you earlier? The more you go on, you will find that the iron rice bowl That's it, the most important thing is to have money.

I think Bingkun's idea is good. As for the soy sauce factory he works in now, he can't even pay his wages. If he doesn't go out as soon as possible to find his own way out, is he still waiting to close down and be laid off? "

Zhou Rong on the other end of the phone complained: "It's not that I don't understand the principle of planning for a rainy day, but you also know how stubborn my father is. If he knew that Bingkun had no support, he would be so angry!"

"Hmph, don't blame me for speaking badly. The biggest problem with your family now is that you are too accommodating to your father."

Zhou Rong was obviously unhappy, and replied in a bad tone: "That's my dad, what's wrong with us being filial to him?"

Zhao Ye asked back: "Of course it is right to be filial to the old man, but you can't be filial. Don't you know that he is wrong, but you still have to obey him?"

"But my dad is right, he is very reasonable, and..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Ye interrupted: "You can pull it off, as far as you and your brother are concerned, your father is reasonable, no matter what wrong things you have done, he will forgive you, but what about Bingkun?" ?

Ask yourself, among the three children of your Zhou family, is it Bingkun and his wife who have paid the most for the family, but has your father ever been educated by others? "

Zhou Rong on the other side was silent, but Zhao Ye continued to say unrelentingly: "Not only did you not, your father often beat Bingkun indiscriminately, which is a bit too partial. If it were me , we have already separated and lived together!"

"Then you mean, tell me not to meddle in Bingkun's affairs, right?"

"Yes, on the contrary, you have to support your younger brother more, and don't throw cold water on others... Forget it, don't worry about it. I'll go find Bingkun later and talk to him in person."

After finishing the call, Zhao Ye thought for a while, and called Gao Xiaoqin's work unit again, telling her that she would go back to the old house today, so that she wouldn't have to wait for him, and when she went to pick up the child at the old man's house, she could just stay there for dinner.

That afternoon, after Zhao Ye got off work, he went straight to the optical film. When he got there, it was still early to see the sky. He first went to the old house to have a conversation with Wang Bowei's wife to learn about their current situation.

When Wang Bowei came back, he estimated that Zhou Bingkun would be off work, so he went to Zhou's house with his hands behind his back.

For Zhao Ye's sudden arrival, everyone in the Zhou family reacted differently. Li Suhua and Zheng Juan were simply happy, while Zhou Bingkun's expression was a little strange, with a hint of alienation in the closeness.

Zhao Ye knew it was because of Zhou Rong's affairs, so he was not surprised. After greeting several people, he took out a handful of toffee and handed it to Zhou Bingkun's son, Zhou Cong, before talking about the purpose of the trip in a roundabout way.

"Bingkun, I heard that your soy sauce factory is almost out of steam. Is it true?"

Zhou Bingkun smiled wryly and said: "You can't hide anything from you, there is such a thing, since the opening, there are a lot of soy sauce from other places in the world.

Their products are several times better than our factory's in terms of taste and packaging. As a result, our factory has a backlog of soy sauce in several warehouses, and production has long been discontinued. "

Zhao Ye deliberately said in front of Li Suhua: "The matter is still serious, you'd better find a way out, otherwise you may be laid off sooner or later."

Li Suhua was indeed attracted by this person, and she asked in disbelief, "Xiaoye, are you talking nonsense, this soy sauce factory is a state-owned unit, how could it be closed down and the workers laid off?"

Zhao Ye explained: "Auntie, the times are different, and now it has been changed a long time ago, and the market economy is now popular."

Speaking of this, he realized that Li Suhua couldn't understand it, so he changed his words again: "Let me tell you, you only need to know a little bit, and that is after that, except for some special occupations, There is no such thing as an iron rice bowl.”

Li Suhua understood now, she looked at her younger son worriedly and asked: "Bingkun, is what you Xiaoye said true?"

Zhou Bingkun replied honestly: "I don't understand what Xiao Ye said, but it is true that many factories have been in recession in the past two years, not only the soy sauce factory, but also the timber factory where I used to work.

When I met Chaochao the day before yesterday, I heard from him that the timber factory hadn’t had much work in the past year, and the wages were only half of what they used to be, which sometimes couldn’t be paid on time. "

Zhao Ye added at the right time: "Look, this is just the beginning. After a few years, the state allows private factories to set up factories, the situation will get worse. By then, any factory that can't keep up with the trend of the times will either be acquired by private companies or Closed and closed, there is no third way to go."

Zheng Juan, who sat aside and listened for a while, suddenly asked Zhao Ye for advice: "Brother Xiaoye, there is such a thing, Bingkun knows an editor named Shao from Jin Tudi, and he wants to find Bingkun to run a restaurant with him. But you can’t provide a job establishment, do you think this is reliable?”

Zhao Ye naturally knew that Shao Jingwen was reliable, but he still pretended to ask Zhou Bingkun: "Bingkun, did the editor-in-chief Shao say that if you agree to work with him, how will the salary be calculated and what position will be given to you?" Woolen cloth?"

"He said that the remuneration is calculated according to the profit of the hotel. The more you work, the more you get. The position is his deputy, so it can be regarded as the deputy manager."

Zhao Ye nodded after hearing this, and gave his opinion: "I think it's okay, at least in the past few years. If Bingkun goes, maybe a month's income can cover the soy sauce factory. earned in a year."

Hearing that Zhao Ye supported him, Zhou Bingkun immediately said to his mother and wife happily: "I said this is reliable, but you all don't believe it. Now that Brother Xiao Ye is saying that, you should be at ease."

Li Suhua didn't know much at first, but after seeing Zhao Ye agreed with her son's thoughts, she finally let go: "Xiao Ye has a lot of experience, since he said that this thing can be done, then you go, mom won't stop you."

After hearing this, Zhou Bingkun was about to thank Zhao Ye for his support, when he didn't want to, Zheng Juan said again: "Brother Xiao Ye, what do you mean by saying that there are no problems in recent years?"

Zhao Ye gave Zheng Juan a thumbs up, and praised: "Juan'er is still careful, much better than Bingkun!"

When Zhou Bingkun heard this, he smiled embarrassingly and said, "Hey, I'm so happy, I didn't care about your other words for a while."

Li Suhua reached out and patted his son, and said with a slight warning: "Don't interrupt, listen to what your brother Xiaoye has to say."

"Didn't I say that in a few years, private individuals will be able to start a business. At that time, the catering industry will be no exception. It will inevitably bear the pressure from colleagues from all over the world. In this way, Bingkun and their restaurants are bound to Not as good as before."

After finishing speaking, he saw that Zhou Bingkun seemed a little disapproving, so he asked with a smile, "Why, don't you believe it?"

Zhou Bingkun said to himself: "I don't understand business matters, but I think that as long as we cook carefully, serve customers well, and achieve a good reputation, we will not be afraid of being run over by others."

From these words, it is not difficult to see that Zhou Bingkun is actually quite economical, but in the original play, some bad luck, because of Luo Shibin, caused him to lose the most precious eight years of his life, or else relying on his awareness, How much can also do some business.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ye immediately decided to give him a hand, so he said: "You also said that you don't understand business. In my opinion, you still have a way. How about it, let's make a bet. ?”

Zhou Bingkun, who was waiting for Zhao Ye's next words, was stunned, and asked in confusion, "What bet?"

Zhao Ye pondered: "Let's take what I just said as a basis and bet on whether your hotel can survive the impact of private restaurants. If you win, I will give you a car like the one driven by the leader. Otherwise, if I If you win, you will do it with me in the future, how about it?"

Zhou Bingkun refused without thinking: "That's impossible, I don't dare to accept such a valuable thing from you. Besides, it's useless even if I accept it. First, I can't open it. I'm not qualified to open it."

"Hey, I don't like to listen to what I said. It's like you're sure to win. Don't talk nonsense with me, just say do you dare to bet?"

Zhou Bingkun was still a young man in his 20s at this time, so he couldn't bear to be provoked, so he said on the spot that he had bet with Zhao Ye.

Next, under the witness of Li Suhua and Zheng Juan, the two made a bet that this joke is more serious than serious.

After finishing what he had promised Zhou Rong, Zhao Ye was about to leave when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Zheng Guangming for a long time, so he asked Zheng Juan, "Juan'er, where is Guangming, why haven't I seen him looking for me recently?"

As soon as the younger brother was mentioned, Zheng Juan immediately showed a proud expression on her face. She smiled and told Zhao Ye that Zheng Huaming is now in the third year of high school and has good academic performance. He is working hard and preparing to be admitted to a medical university in the future.

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