Leader Lan Palace

Chapter 2787 Modern Chapter 86 The Original Flavor

Ming Xi didn't care about the wound on her cheek, so she grabbed a mask, put it on, and ran to the office.

Fortunately, people with pollen allergies have started to suffer from this season, so there are quite a few people wearing masks on the street, and many young women among them don't seem to be eccentric.

Although Ming Xi can comfort herself, but thinking that he is allergic to pollen and she is allergic to bees... she is still a little embarrassed.

With this embarrassing mood, he finally arrived at the office, and when he went to find Xi Chengui, Xiao Han said with a smile, "What a coincidence, Mr. Zhao has already left Shenyang."

Ming Xi was taken aback, as if he was running along the alley with all his heart, and finally hit the south wall.

"He, how did he leave?"

My heart was inexplicably blocked for a while.

Xiao Han laughed, "Mr. Zhao is not an employee of the Palace Museum. Besides, Shenyang is just a small business. Does Mr. Zhao want to stay here and leave such a large group company behind?"

Mi Xi was embarrassed, "I, of course I didn't mean that."

Xiao Han smiled quietly, "Not only will President Zhao leave, but I will also have to leave in a few days. I am President Zhao's secretary, and President Zhao can't do without me."

Mingxi didn't have time to pay attention to Xiao Han's arrogance, so he was busy asking, "Then what should we do here?"

Xiao Han shrugged quietly, "Here? What to do, what to do. In the past, the leader was in charge of your department, and the leader will continue to manage you in the future. Do what you should do."

For some reason, Wu Xi suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"...What should I do? Xiao Dami, then I want to confirm with you. Did you say this yourself, or did Mr. Zhao mean it?"

Xiao Han circled around Miao Xi with a pair of smiling eyes, "Miss Wei, look at what you said, who am I? I am the secretary of Mr. Zhao. When will you dare to have your own opinions when you work as a secretary for the leader? Wouldn’t I have become—holding the Son of Heaven to command the princes?”

"Even if I have the heart, Mr. Zhao won't give me this chance, will he?"

Ming Xi held his breath, "So Xiao Dami said that this is what Mr. Zhao meant?"

Xiao Han still practiced Tai Chi with a smile on his face, but he refused to say "yes" or "no".

Zhuo Xi didn't care about it, and just went straight to the point, "Since we are asked to do what we should do, then can I continue to do it with Bai Rui's bakery shop?"
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Xiao Han smiled and rolled his eyes, "... Logically speaking, yes."

Zhu Xi turned around and left, "That's all right, thank you."

Xiao Han stopped him, "Miss Wei, wait a minute, don't worry. What I mean is, theoretically, we can continue to work, but there are still some realistic conditions that need to be dealt with."

"After all, Biaobopu is involved in the catering industry, such as health, sanitation, fire protection, environmental protection... this series of licenses, we have to check clearly, what is missing, what to make up for."

Zhu Xi took a deep breath, "Okay, leave this to me, and Bai Rui and I will start to do it today, and we promise to finish it as soon as possible."

Xiao Han nodded, "...Is there another question? It's actually more important. Miss Wei, the museum used to be a public institution. Economic benefits should not be the first priority. Social benefits must be considered first... But now that we have merged into the group, we are an enterprise.”

"If an enterprise wants to survive, economic benefits should come first."

Mingxi took a deep breath, "Mr. Zhao thinks our pastry shop is not making money?"

Xiao Han immediately took out an account book, "...Actually, the sales are really good, and the sales volume is quite high. It's just that, Miss Wei, you are too meticulous, and the cost of raw materials is too high, which squeezes out the profit."

Xiao Han clicked and pointed at the account book: "Look, for your raw materials, honey must be wild osmanthus honey, chestnut powder must be Qianxi pearl chestnut, and milk must be shipped in horse skin bags Inner Mongolian milk... Oh, I can still understand honey and chestnut powder, but I don’t understand why the milk in the back is packed in a horseskin bag.”

Xiao Han peeked at Min Xi, "...Is this the meaning of returning the shroud of horse leather?"

Ming Xi couldn't laugh at the moment, and sighed, "Because, since my bakery shop is opened in the Forbidden City, and since I want to restore the old taste of the pastry house in the past, then I have to respect the old methods of the past. ah."

"The milk used in the pastry house in the Qing palace is packed in horse skin bags and transported from the Mongolian grasslands! It sounds a bit heavy, but only the pastry made by such an ancient method can be found in the past. smell."

Xiao Han made a bitter face, "Here, that's the problem. Not to mention that the milk smells like horseskin, and you put a lot of lard in it... This doesn't conform to the eating habits of modern people, but Come on, it's easy to spoil."

"Look at this ledger. It's not easy to preserve your pastries. You still refuse to put preservatives, so you throw away a lot of them... It's all money, money!"

Mingxi clenched her fists tightly, "But our bakery didn't lose money! Although it's a little less, we're still profitable!"

After Xiao Han finished speaking, his face was sullen, "From the perspective of business management, there is basically no difference between whether there is profit or not."

"For this profit, the economic cost of manpower, material resources and management consumed by the company is too high. If the economic cost is also included, the project of Biaobopu is actually unable to make ends meet, so there is really no need for it to exist."

Xiao Han blinked again, "Any entrepreneur has to make up his mind to kill this project..."
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Xiao Han's words made Wuxi's heart ache.

She is not self-preserving, but her heart aches because she can't refute it—Xiao Han's words are right, and the project of Bread Shop really doesn't make money.

So she doesn't want an internship salary, she just asks the leader to let her do this project.

She took out the materials of Beijing-style cakes to find the leader, ordered the Saqima in it, and told the leader, "Look, these are actually the northern cakes, which are the traditional cakes of the Manchu people, but now they have become Beijing-style cakes." It is the representative of pastries. Now almost no one knows that these are actually from our Shenyang into Shanhaiguan and into Beijing city!"

"Now is an era of IP, and all cultural property rights are wealth. Since our museum wants to revitalize the tourism economy, how can we not get back all these traditional pastries? It is said that 'authentic flavor' is the best. Isn't it the easiest to recover from the pastry?"

The leader is a nice guy, and the government is paying for it, so this project makes sense, plus Ming Xi doesn’t need an internship salary, and everything can be done by himself, so the leader agreed.

But from time to time, the style of the public institution at the beginning will not work when it comes to the enterprise.

Zhu Xi closed his eyes, "Miss Xiao, tell me, if I want to save this project now, who can I turn to for help?"

Xiao Han chuckled, "Miss Wei, why are you still asking me? Don't you already know the answer?"

(End of this chapter)