My Age of Investment

It was noon after the meeting, Xia Jingxing fell into the entanglement that people often have, and asked the foreign girl, "What are you eating today?"

Yang Niu smiled and said, "You don't have to think hard, wait a while, Qiu will bring us takeout."

"Qiu?"

Xia Jingxing thought for a while and asked, "Qiu Zhiyi?"

"That's right, it's him."

The Chinese name is too hard to say, Yang Niu usually refers to each other as "Qiu", when Xia Jingxing reminded her, Yang Niu immediately remembered that the other party's full name was called this.

The puppy interjected: "Didn't you ask him to contract Facebook and YouTube employees for lunch and dinner?

He's been delivering meals to us since the beginning of this month. You and Kristina are back in China, and you probably don't know it yet. "

"yes?"

Xia Jingxing smiled. At that time, he wanted to help Lao Qiu start his own business, but he didn't know whether the dishes made by the other party would suit the tastes of these foreigners?

Just when he was about to question the puppy, there was a noisy voice outside the conference room, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps.

"What's the situation?"

Xia Jingxing spread out his hands and asked left and right with a confused look.

Yang Niu smiled, "Let's go, you'll know when you go out."

Xia Jingxing followed a few people out of the conference room.

After he came out, he saw a dense crowd of people, everyone gathered around the front desk, bustling.

From time to time there were a few quarrels in the crowd, as if they were fighting over something.

Xia Jingxing looked around, everyone pursed their lips and smiled, but did not tell him the answer.

So, he had no choice but to push aside the crowd that formed a circle and walked inside.

One employee was pushed aside by Xia Jingxing, and was about to start scolding someone when he found out that it was the boss. Halfway through the scolding of "Fake Oil", it turned into "Fake Mi".

Xia Jingxing ignored the stupid employee, and pushed two more people away. The others noticed that the boss was coming, and they all wisely made way out of the way.

Xia Jingxing walked into the crowd center,

I found that Qiu Zhiyi and a young Chinese guy were sweating profusely distributing lunch boxes.

"Kung Pao Chicken is gone, only shredded pork with fish flavor and sweet and sour pork loin, who wants it?"

Qiu Zhiyi was burying his head and sorting the lunch box, not noticing Xia Jingxing's arrival.

While he was working, he still thought to himself, these foreigners are too unruly, they are outrageously noisy, they are all colleagues, and they have to fight and shove in order to grab the lunch box.

I heard that all of them graduated with a bachelor's degree, a master's degree or even a doctorate. Is this the quality?

It's worse than domestic primary school students, who know how to line up?

"Brother Qiu, is business going well?"

Hearing the familiar voice and Chinese, Qiu Zhiyi looked up, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Jing Xing, have you returned to the United States?"

"Yes, I just came back a few days ago, and I just came to Facebook today."

Just like that, Xia Jingxing began to chat with Qiu Zhiyi.

A group of foreigners hesitated to speak. They seemed to know the boss and the chef. Although they were so hungry, they were not easy to interrupt.

Just have to wait! Desperate!

Fortunately, Qiu Zhiyi saw the anxiety of the crowd around him, and said to the guy in his early twenties, "Adi, divide the lunch, and I'll have a chat with President Xia."

The young man nodded and then shouted in half-baked English.

Xia Jingxing and Qiu Zhiyi walked out of the crowd, and there was a loud noise from inside.

Xia Jingxing turned his head and glanced at the crowd behind him, "Is that Adi the helper you asked for?"

Qiu Zhiyi nodded, "Yes, it's my cousin, who just came to help me from China."

"The people in your place are really helping each other. Your cousin takes you, and you take your cousin."

Xia Jingxing smiled and gave a thumbs up. He learned how strong the clan culture in Fujian and Guangdong is.

Qiu Zhiyi smiled and did not speak, and walked into the latter's office behind Xia Jingxing.

To be honest, it was the first time that Qiu Zhiyi entered Xia Jingxing's office, and the first impression he gave him was that the furnishings were simple and unadorned, completely unlike some big bosses in TV dramas, making them resplendent and extravagant.

"sit down!"

Greeting Qiu Zhiyi to sit down on the sofa, Xia Jingxing made another cup of tea for the other party, and then began to ask about the business situation of the Chinese restaurant.

Under the guidance of Xia Jingxing, Qiu Zhiyi quickly found a shop in Silicon Valley, hired a few people, and opened the business quickly.

The restaurant is very simple, there is no dine-in, and all takeaways are delivered.

To facilitate delivery, Qiu Zhiyi also bought a second-hand pickup.

After understanding the situation, Xia Jingxing nodded, "It seems not bad, at least I can see that these employees of our company like your Chinese food."

"I don't necessarily like them all, there is an adaptation process..."

Qiu Zhiyi talked about the situation these days.

Xia Jingxing returned to China, naturally he didn't know all this, and listened with great interest.

"...foreigners don't like spicy food, and they don't eat animal offal, head and claws. They either throw it away or make it into pet food."

Xia Jingxing said with a smile, "There are also exports. Sichuan Province eats 300 million rabbit heads a year, and smart businessmen have already made their ideas to the United States and Europe."

Qiu Zhiyi nodded, "Yes, eating habits and cultures are different, so to adapt to the tastes of foreigners, we must improve Chinese food.

At the same time, we have to give up some Chinese food, such as braised rabbit head, stewed goose feet with vermicelli, stir-fried liver and waist together...

I found out that foreigners like to eat Gongbao chicken very much, because the chicken is made of chicken breast, and foreigners usually only eat these parts of the meat.

At the same time, it’s not too spicy. The chicken fried chicken I made made a few foreigners cry half a month ago.

Later, I changed it to sweet and sour taste, and foreigners fell in love with it.

Every day when I come to deliver food, they will gather around the front desk, all trying to grab a chicken dumpling..."

Hearing this, Xia Jingxing finally understood, it turned out that those employees were so obsessed with Chinese food that they all wanted to run ahead of others and grab a lunch that they liked.

"This shows that your dishes are constantly adapting to the tastes of foreigners. What are you going to do in the future? Do you want to expand the store for dine-in, or continue to expand the takeaway business?"

Qiu Zhiqiang shook his head, "Slow down first, take it one step at a time."

Xia Jingxing didn't say much, just chatted a few words and sent Qiu Zhiyi out of the office.

In the open office area, all employees are feasting on their food, and while eating, they are showing their thumbs, "Good! Good!"

The puppy is holding a DV and is shooting videos for the employees who are dining.

In the face of the camera, some employees put down their spoons and came to an impromptu rap, praising the delicious Chinese food and the good company benefits.

Xia Jingxing laughed and sighed that the company is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers, all of them are versatile.

The little dog came over with the DV and said to Qiu Zhiyi, "Qiu, you have given us takeout for so many days for free, so we will advertise for you.

Later, you can send me the address and contact number of the restaurant.

After a while, I will send you ads to Facebook and YouTube.

You have to be mentally prepared and quickly expand the restaurant, otherwise there will be too many customers and you won't be able to sit down. "

Qiu Zhiyi didn't quite understand how effective the advertisement was, but the people showed their kindness and thanked the dog again and again.

"It's been free for many days? How can this work? Little dog, you go and let the finance pay for all the meals."

Xia Jingxing had said before that he had to pay, and he could not let Lao Qiu deliver meals in vain, and it was not easy for a small business.

Qiu Zhiyi waved his hands again and again, saying no, but he was dragged by the dog and walked to the finance department.

After Qiu Zhiyi left, the little dog sneaked into Xia Jingxing's office with a few lunch boxes.

He put the lunch box on the table and said, "Come on, boss, the management will provide the lunch box specially."

Xia Jingxing didn't know what this meant, so he specifically asked the dog.

It turned out that Qiu Zhiyi distributed ordinary staff meals at the front desk every day.

In the pickup truck downstairs, there are management box lunches with richer dishes and larger portions.

This not only saves the management of Facebook from grabbing lunches like an ordinary employee, but also shows favor to the management in disguise.

Xia Jingxing found it interesting and lamented that Lao Qiu was a good man and had a delicate mind.

Yang Niu pushed the door and came in, and the three of them had a meal together in Xia Jingxing's office.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, potato beef, sweet and sour pork loin, Kung Pao chicken...

The babes and puppies eat with relish.

Only, Xia Jingxing felt like chewing wax and sighed while eating.

This Chinese food is adapted to the foreigner's taste, but not to his Chinese taste.

Either sour or sweet, this is really a sin.

Maybe this can't be called Chinese food, maybe it's more appropriate to call it "foreign Chinese food".

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