"Boss Liu, come on, I'll toast you a wine, you have to drink this wine." At the dinner table, Master Fan gave himself a glass of wine, and stood up with respect in his hands.

"Brother Fan, just call me Xiao Liu. Don't call me Boss Liu, you'll call me apart. Also, you'd better use tea instead of bars. Your liver is not yet good enough, so don't drink. I'll get your feelings?"

"Liu...uh, brother Liu, I have to toast you no matter what I say." Master Fan stood there, with a firmness on his face.

Deji Jiacuo advised from the side: "Brother Liu, let Lao Fan respect you as a bar. The life-saving benefactor, life-saving benefactor. If Lao Fan can't toast this wine today, he will not be able to sleep for three days after he goes back."

"Okay, then thank Brother Fan! I'll do it first." Old Liu raised his neck and drank about one or two of wine into his stomach.

Master Fan also killed the wine and then changed the tea again.

A man in his forties smiled and said to Deji Gyatso: "Boss, how about it? The food in Boss Liu's inn tastes good, right?"

Lao Liu remembered that when Deji Jiacuo introduced it just now, the man named Zhao was in charge of logistics procurement by the project department, which was roughly equivalent to the role of the director of the project department office, and should be Deji Jiacuo's confidant.

Deji Gyatso had just eaten a piece of chicken in his mouth, and he couldn't speak with his mouth, but he still gave a big thumbs up with satisfaction.

After spitting out a piece of chicken bone, Deji Jiacuo smiled and said, "Brother Liu, it's not that I flatter you. Your master's cooking skills are really great. I have traveled around the world with the company over the years and have eaten many places. But the taste of the food here is definitely at the top, even the food in some star-rated hotels in Rikkong City is not bad at all."

"Haha, Brother Deji, you just like it."

Although Deji Jiacuo is a Tibetan compatriot, his ability to speak and do things is not enough. He deserves to be the manager of this project department.

After a series of compliments from each other, Deji Gyatso said: "Brother Liu, I actually want to discuss something with you today."

Old Liu nodded.

"That's right. You should know the Zanaqu Bridge project department opposite, right?"

Lao Liu nodded. The project department that Deji Jiacuo mentioned was right opposite the inn, located between National Highway 109 and the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, and is three miles away from the inn.

After all, a bridge about 1,000 meters long was built, so there were many people in the project department, both managers and workers. Some managers and even workers had dinner in the inn before.

The project department is not small in size. When Lao Liu took the white lion to the morning walk, he wandered around here a lot.

He knew that the Zanaqu Bridge project department not only had its own concrete mixing station, but also a canteen dormitory, and was a project department with complete conditions in all aspects.

"The Zanaqu Bridge Project Department is a second-level project department under my project. However, it is about to enter December, and the construction site will be suspended soon. Most workers go home, including several masters in the canteen of the project department, and they also have to go home for the New Year, but there are still some people in the project department who need to stay on duty. I wonder if the on-duty staff of the Zanaqu Bridge Project Department can have a meal at your inn during the winter duty period?"

Liu Mo'ang immediately figured out what Deji Gyatso meant. He planned to ask the inn to book three meals a day for these on duty personnel.

Obviously, Deji Gyatso wanted to take care of the inn business through this matter, and that was kind-hearted.

However, Lao Liu couldn't accept this kindness. He said with an apology: "Brother Deji, I understand your kindness, but my inn will be on holiday at the end of next month. You know, I am from Dongshan and I will definitely go home during the Chinese New Year. So, I can only say sorry."

Lao Liu's words made Deji Jiacuo stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's because I didn't think it well."

The logistics manager named Zhao said, "Boss Liu, don't know who made these Sichuan dishes today?"

"It was made by a chef Wang from Bashu, our inn."

After saying this, Deji Jiacuo understood what it meant. He immediately said: "Brother Liu, can you ask this chef to go home for the New Year? If he doesn't go home, I can hire him to cook at the Zanaqu Bridge Project Department, as for the salary..."

Deji Gyatso just pondered for a moment and said a number: "Four hundred a day, food and accommodation are in charge. If you smoke, you can buy three cigarettes a month, which is about thirty yuan. If you don't smoke, this money can be counted in his salary. As for working hours, it starts from the Gregorian year until the first month of the year."

Old Liu smiled: "Brother Deji, this price is not high. The salary I pay for Master Wang is 300 a day, which is responsible for food, accommodation and cigarettes. But you said it is the New Year, and I can't guarantee that Master Wang can agree to this price."

Deji Jiacuo thought for a while and said, "Five hundred a day, three times the salary during the seven days of the Chinese New Year."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll call Master Wang over and you guys to talk to you for yourself. I'll lose my companion."

Lao Liu left the room and came to the kitchen, and called out Wang Feng, who was smoking and chatting with the big dog.

"...It's basically the case. I don't know what you think. If you think it's appropriate, you go and sit down and have a drink together, and then you have a detailed chat with Manager Deji."

Lao Liu would not refuse to help in this kind of thing. He knew that Wang Feng's family was not very good. His family was from a county below Leshan. He was the eldest, with two brothers under him, and a grandfather in his 90s. His father also suffered from uremia. He started dialysis since last year. Now he does it twice a week, and it costs about 500 yuan. The money for dialysis alone is not a decimal. There are three children under him, two sons and one daughter. The older one is about to face the college entrance examination, and the second and third ones are also in school. His wife has no job and is serving the elderly and children at home.

Therefore, Wang Feng is under great economic pressure.

Now that this is the case, Lao Liu doesn't mind finding him some extra money to make money.

After all, in his case, he would be uneasy when he went home for the New Year. It would be better to make tens of thousands of dollars more in the past two months.

Sure enough, Wang Feng just hesitated for a moment and said with certainty: "Boss, I am willing to stay and cook for them."

For Wang Feng, there is no reason to refuse such things. From the Gregorian Year to the first lunar month, it is actually from January to March.

Five hundred a day, ten thousand a month is ten thousand a month. If you include cigarette money, ten thousand a month is ten thousand a month. In addition, three times the salary for seven days during the Chinese New Year, that is another ten thousand yuan.

In other words, if he goes home for the New Year, he will not only not make a penny in these two months, but also spend a lot of money. But as long as he works here for two months and cooks two months of meals for those on duty, he can earn an additional 40,000 yuan.

There is no need to choose such a thing, or he has no choice.

Liu Mo'ang led Wang Feng into the single room, introduced each other, and Wang Feng sat down.

After drinking a few drinks with Deji Jiacuo and the logistics manager named Zhao, he talked for a while, and Wang Feng went to the Zanaqu Bridge project department to cook during the Chinese New Year.

Liu Mo'ang would not refuse to match such good things.

Lao Liu was not worried that Wang Feng would not work in the inn in the future, because Lao Liu knew that Wang Feng would make the right choice.

First of all, the inn is definitely a job that can be done for a long time. Wang Feng can definitely understand this. Not to mention anything else, the hot business in the past few months is enough to prove the vitality of the inn.

The project department is just a temporary job, which is only two months.

The canteen of the project department has contractors, and they and the project department have signed contracts. Once the project department resumes normal construction, they will definitely use their own chefs.

Even if you use Wang Feng, you may not be able to pay him so much.

The reason why the salary in the past two months is so high is that the salary paid by Deji Gyatso to Wang Feng is based on the salary negotiated with the canteen contractor. The project department will not make any mistakes in this regard.

If there is no contractor in the middle, the project department will pay the canteen chef 12,000 yuan a month, which is the standard given by the superiors.

If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, the on-duty staff really needed a chef to cook for them, why would you say Deji Gyatso add 100 yuan to Wang Feng a day? You would add three cigarettes worth about 1,000 yuan a month?

There are actually standards for this, and even Deji Gyatso uses the small treasury of the project department to subsidize it.

Secondly, the salary that Lao Liu paid to Wang Feng is 9,000 yuan a month and two cigarettes a month. Although it is only a Liqun or Nanjing worth more than ten yuan, it is only enough for Wang Feng.

The standards for cigarettes in the kitchen are the same. Wang Feng is not very addicted to smoking. He only smokes one cigarette per month, and the remaining cigarettes are paid to him for the money.

And when the holiday is at the end of the year, Lao Liu will definitely give Wang Feng a big red envelope.

In other words, as long as Wang Feng works honestly in the inn, he can earn at least 140,000 or 50,000 a year, which is still a long-term one.

But if he abandons this and goes to the project department, then at most he will only work for another year.

Because everyone knows that the road from Dangquka County to Riguang City will definitely be opened in October next year. It is okay to say that the project department will continue to have projects. If there is no project, it means that Wang Feng is unemployed and he still needs to find another job again.

But it would not be easy to find a job with such good conditions as the inn...

Lao Liu believed in his judgment, and he also believed that Wang Feng would not be so short-sighted.
Chapter completed!