Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 168 This person is a bit evil...

The person in charge was still deep in thought, but a group of reporters couldn't wait to take pictures of the most bizarre phenomenon in the history of the Canton Fair.

Those factories selling food stopped shouting, lowered their heads, and showed their big arms. The master chefs of each factory used their special skills, like peacocks spreading their tails, to cook various local dishes deliciously. It's so tempting that they even use precious lard to make it.

Until the last step of setting the plate, they also used carrots to carve a rose with originality.

Looks nice and delicious.

Kaka.

The camera flashed again, capturing this ingenious dish on film.

Afterwards, the reporter began to talk to this group of people, both inside and outside the words, wanting to ask them how they came up with the idea of ​​using cooking to attract customers.

At first, this group of people was a little excited. This was being interviewed by a reporter, and it might be published in the newspaper!

But the question is...why can't they answer this question?
Did they come up with this idea of ​​cooking to attract customers?

Who has had the best results using this method so far?

Can they say that they did not come up with this method, and that the person who used it with the best effect was not them, but the first person to eat the crab? !

Pull it down!

After all, this prestigious job is not their turn.

The master chef, who was still answering questions, turned around and pointed them in the direction, and then went back to continue cooking.

The reporters looked at each other in confusion, and finally looked at the master with scars on his face. After all, they did not dare to ask more questions and walked timidly in the direction he pointed.

Strange to say.

The location in that direction should have been a bit off.

But what is unexpected is that the closer you get to that place, the more people flow, and it is not easy to squeeze in.

The originally reserved foreign businessmen were all pushing forward like crazy, mumbling, "Braised pork order! I have money, I want to place an order!"

"Those in the front should leave after eating, and those in the back don't squeeze in! Leave a portion of the braised pork for me. Fake! How can you eat such a big piece? It's not fair!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."This bowl of braised pork reminds me of my mother..."

Several reporters thought they were watching a magical scene.

This is too exaggerated, right?
How about the smell of fucking mother? !
You are a foreigner, and your ancestors have been foreigners for eight generations. If your mother can make braised pork, a sow can climb a tree.

Besides, isn’t it just a piece of braised pork?
Is it that delicious?

Several young people in the press team looked at each other, stood up resolutely, and started lining up, preparing to make a surprise inspection of the braised pork.

Is it just a name, or is it the real thing...

With this thought in mind, two of them lined up in the queue.

I have to say, the queue is really long...

Just when their necks were sore from waiting, they finally came to the big iron pot that was the source of magic.

The braised pork inside is drizzled with thick soup with a spatula. The trembling fat meat is so crystal clear that you can feel the oily but not greasy texture of the fat meat with one bite.

But when they opened their eyes and saw it, they were stunned.

"Comrade Su, why are you here?!"

Su Qingfeng paused and raised his head. When he saw the two reporters, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He thought about it carefully, then opened his eyes wide, "It's you?! The ones on the train..."

The two reporters were even more excited than he was, "Yes, yes, it's us! Comrade Su, you are really amazing! Not only did you go ahead on the train and sell the cans, but you also made a splash at the Canton Fair... …”

Seeing the two reporters trying to praise Su Qingfeng with gushing words, the foreign businessmen behind them couldn't wait any longer.

"God, please don't torture my fragile nerves with the smell of this damn braised pork!"

"There is a Chinese saying that is so close to the end of the world. I feel that the braised pork is very close to me now, but it seems to be far away from me..."

The corners of Su Qingfeng's mouth twitched.

A bunch of flamboyant drama queens.

After the pot of braised pork was finished, Su Qingfeng could finally take a breath.

The two reporters from before had been quietly waiting, swallowing their saliva.

Su Qingfeng smiled when he saw this.

As if by magic, he pulled out the last two pieces of braised pork hidden in the soup and divided one piece between each of them.

When the braised pork was in their mouth, the two reporters found it delicious and at the same time, they actually resonated with the foreigner who they thought was just putting on a show.

Because this braised pork seems to really remind them of their mother and give them the taste of home!
This is simply...amazing!
The two of them looked at each other, and then their expressions gradually became solemn, "Comrade Su, we have a merciless request, and I don't know if you can agree to it. That is - we want to record the process of this Canton Fair, simply Say, just make a documentary..."

"Documentary?!"

The master chef on the side almost froze when he heard this suggestion.

With a grimace on his face, he even spoke in his local accent, "We're not singing or dancing, so how can we make a documentary? Is it possible for us to sign orders and cook vegetables?"

The slightly green reporter next to him burst out laughing, "Yeah, we're not making a movie, why do we need so many plots? It's just a documentary, honestly record what you did at the Canton Fair, how about Sold so many cans.”

Seeing that the master still didn't believe it, the young reporter patiently explained, "With so many people at the Canton Fair, it's impossible for us to take photos of just one of you. Don't worry, I promise to take a clean and handsome photo of you."

The master was amused, and touched his somewhat prickly hair, and said proudly, "Just like me, I don't need you to take pictures of me, I'm still an upright young man."

Su Qingfeng glanced at him.

boy?

A middle-aged guy to be precise, right?
But no matter what, although these gentlemen were a little reserved and impatient on the surface, from Su Qingfeng's point of view, they were just screaming and eager to do a 360-degree swing to show off to these young reporters.

It's like a peacock spreading its tail.

The directors of the food factories nearby looked at the glorious Song Lingzhi, and they couldn't help but feel a little envious in their hearts.

The director of this food factory had no idea what kind of bad luck he had.

When they took a closer look, they discovered that this food factory was not a famous factory in a provincial capital at all, but an ordinary small-town food factory.

That feeling of envy and jealousy was suddenly amplified again.

What kind of luck does this director of the Honggang Town Food Factory have? !

Song Lingzhi felt the eyes of his peers. Instead of feeling ashamed, he straightened his back and felt more and more that he had done the right thing by bringing Su Qingfeng with him.

He also deliberately counted the orders in his hand, wanting to show off.

But as he counted, he hesitated slightly.

There are too many orders... I don’t know if the production speed can keep up...

There are also raw materials, which are also a big problem.

With so much pork, Honggang Town couldn't provide it at all, so we had to find a solution from the provincial capital.

If he refuses the order that he finally got, he will not only offend those foreign businessmen, but even Song Lingzhi himself will not be willing to spit out such a piece of fat.

Isn't it just to get these things when you put in all the effort?Where is the posture to push outward?
……

As time goes by slowly, the first day of the Canton Fair gradually comes to an end.

For the salesmen and factory directors in Honggang Town, today is a day full of ups and downs.

First, no one showed up at the stall, then he risked being kicked out by cooking braised pork in the venue, and then he attracted a large number of foreign businessmen and received orders like snowflakes.

But it's not over!

At the end of the day, they even took a break and filmed a segment of the documentary.

When walking out of the venue, the steps of the salesmen and even the factory director were light and airy, as if they were stepping on clouds, in the mist.

Song Lingzhi stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, sighing slightly, and the words "foreign businessmen are just like this" came to his lips, and finally swallowed them.

Without him, the sight behind him was too intense.

I saw Xu Zheng slowly walking out of the venue with people from the Provincial Food Factory.

Surprisingly, that line of sight was none other than Liya.

Song Lingzhi subconsciously crossed his arms.

What do these crazy bitches want to do?
As Xu Zheng and others approached, Song Lingzhi saw the old classmate's brows furrowed together, with a deep "Chuan" character formed between his brows, making him look even more calm and intimidating. a feeling of.

At the same time, you could vaguely hear the exchange between him and the salesman next to him.

Song Lingzhi heard a rough idea. The general meaning was that the number of canned goods exported from the provincial capital this year has dropped by one-fifth compared with last year. For a food factory in the provincial capital, this is a serious blow.

Song Lingzhi felt a little sorry for his old classmate.

The career is not going well and the family is in chaos.

Everything simply goes wrong.

Thinking of this, Song Lingzhi couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing this, Liya asked worriedly, "Director Song, haven't you sold any cans? Oh, yes, this year is not a good one. The competition between the major factories is too fierce, and both sides We are lowering prices and adopting the path of small profits but quick turnover..."

Song Lingzhi's thinking was somewhat divergent.

Do their canned goods have a small profit but quick turnover approach?

Obviously not.

The cost of canned braised pork is so high, and there are various labor and packaging fees. If the price is reduced, how can they continue to do business?
Even because the canned braised pork was so popular, Song Lingzhi quietly raised the price.

Only then did he realize how important market competitiveness is.

Facing Liya's words, Song Lingzhi saw at a glance what she was thinking, which was just to show off.

He smiled politely and didn't want to talk to him.

Unexpectedly, Liya didn't seem to see it, so she just came up to her and pretended to be unintentional:

"Director Song, have your cans been sold? It doesn't matter if you haven't. After all, we are a big factory, and you are just..."

When she said this, Liya secretly glanced behind her and confirmed that Xu Zheng had not noticed the movement on this side. Then she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and continued:
"You are just a small factory in the town. Even with Lao Xu's help, the possibility of reaching the world in one step... is almost non-existent..."

Just as he was talking, a salesman came back from the front with a thick stack of orders. His cheeks were red and his forehead was sweating due to excitement.

"Director Song, Director Song! Orders, orders..."

Song Lingzhi heard this anxiously and thought something had happened.

"What happened to the order?"

Liya also stretched her neck, looking like she was okay, but in fact she just went there to watch the excitement.

The salesman shouted, "There are too many orders! I think we should go back and make phone calls first. Otherwise, when we return to town in two months, it will be too late!"

After Song Lingzhi heard this, he also clapped his hands.

Yes.

He was so happy that he almost forgot about it!
Forget that it’s a small thing, but delaying your order can lead to big problems.

Liya listened, simply stunned.

She looked at the order in the salesman's hand and felt that there was something wrong with her eyes.

How did Honggang Town Food Factory... manage to get so many orders?
Even the provincial capital food factory cannot do this!

What exactly is going on?

Before she could ask her question, she heard the salesman start beeping again.

She had never thought that someone's mouth could be so annoying.

"Director Song, there is one more thing...many foreign businessmen want to contact Su Qingfeng through us, saying that they want Su Qingfeng to customize cans for them."

"Especially the old man with gold-rimmed glasses who was number one. He said he was willing to hire Su Qingfeng from Gaoxin. He also said..."

When Song Lingzhi saw the salesman hesitating and refusing to speak, Song Lingzhi suddenly became curious:

"What else did he say?"

The salesman sighed and imitated the old gentleman's tone, "He said - Oh, my God, what on earth do these damn Chinese people think? When they go to China, they actually need three meals a day. Make that damn mashed potato salad!”

When Song Lingzhi heard this, he finally couldn't help but laugh.

Just thinking about custom-made cans——

These foreigners really take themselves seriously.

And private order?
It’s already good to have an assembly line for canning.

Why don't they just invite Su Qingfeng back to the other side of the ocean to be their full-time chef?

When Song Lingzhi complained about this, the salesman next to him suddenly said, "Actually, they have actually had this idea."

Song Lingzhi was speechless after hearing this.

What is this all about.

What is this all about?

Liya also wanted to ask this question.

Why is it Su Qingfeng again!
Why is this guy everywhere? !
Liya knew now that she didn't need to ask. The reason why the food factory in Honggang Town was selling so well this time was definitely not because of canned fruits, but because of Su Qingfeng's canned braised pork.

Liya just felt like she was standing here, and she seemed like a joke when she just said those words.

In fact, it seems that every time she encounters Su Qingfeng's incident, she doesn't get any good results.

At this moment, Liya finally felt a little scared.

Not for anything else.

Just because Su Qingfeng is... a bit evil.

　It's early today. I can sleep peacefully. I hope I won't suffer from insomnia... Even the medicine doesn't work. I'm tired.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)