448: Good ingredients require good kitchenware

Qian Ziyong asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The young man said, "Do you know why all the people serving food at Feihuang Restaurant are young?"

"And they all have excellent image and temperament?"

Qian Ziyong shook his head.

The short-haired young man said, "Because Feihuang Group offers great benefits and treatment!"

"Young people and older people both apply to Feihuang Restaurant. If you were the interviewer, who would you choose?"

Qian Ziyong fell silent.

The short-haired young man patted Qian Ziyong's shoulder and said, "Buddy, listen to me."

"Even if you get into graduate school, the job you find will most likely not be as good as working at Feihuang Group!"

"You're young now, and you have the opportunity. When you get older, all your knowledge will be useless!"

"Hmm!" Qian Ziyong nodded, "I'll go try it later. Maybe I can get hired."

At this moment, Qian Ziyong thought a lot.

He felt that young people should not be serving food.

At least this kind of work should be given to older people who haven't had much education.

Young people should do jobs with great prospects.

Especially graduate college students and university undergraduates who have studied hard for over twenty years.

Qian Ziyong also knew the current situation in the country: factories couldn't find workers because young people were unwilling to go.

For good companies, countless people tried desperately to get in.

There were a large number of college students who couldn't find suitable jobs, so they could only compete with older people for work.

If there were better jobs, who would be willing to serve food here?

Of course, Qian Ziyong did not discriminate against serving food.

However, compared to highly promising fields like aerospace or car manufacturing, serving food was definitely more suitable for highly educated young intellectuals.

He couldn't change much; the only thing he could do was create more such job positions and hire more young people.

If highly educated young people all had suitable positions, then they naturally wouldn't compete for these difficult jobs.

But...

Who turned his Feihuang Restaurant into this?

How much money must this have made him?

A perfectly fine restaurant had actually become an assembly line!

Qian Ziyong ate... hmm... the taste was really good, even better than food delivered by takeout.

Didn't assembly lines usually produce garbage?

Qian Ziyong said in surprise, "Why do I feel this dish tastes better than homemade food?"

Upon hearing this, the young man proudly said, "Of course!"

"You don't even look at who cooked it!"

"Our professional chefs at Feihuang Restaurant."

"Every dish here has been meticulously researched by professionals!"

"Our Feihuang Restaurant's goal is to make home-style meals, so every dish uses less oil and fewer seasonings!"

"In terms of taste, at first, Feihuang Restaurant's food was similar to homemade food."

"But people improve. Chefs cook every day, every day, and they're always making the same dishes. How can they not improve?"

"Most importantly, can a home stove be compared to Feihuang Restaurant's professional stoves?"

"You say stir-fried vegetables are cooked at home, but at Feihuang Restaurant, the chefs blanch them with high heat."

"Because they are blanched, they are very refreshing, and the vegetables are even more tender."

"Good food not only requires good ingredients but also good cooking tools!"

"So, the food at Feihuang Restaurant is better and healthier than homemade food!"

Qian Ziyong was confused: "I understand it tastes better than homemade, but healthier than homemade food?"

The young man nodded proudly: "Haven't you seen the news? The current vegetables..."

"Never mind, some things shouldn't be said carelessly. You just need to know that all the vegetables at Feihuang Restaurant are organic and self-grown."

"All vegetables are pesticide-free. It's not that Feihuang doesn't use pesticides, but vegetables sprayed with pesticides must wait at least ten days before they can be harvested and sold!"

"Harvested vegetables are absolutely not allowed to be stored for more than twenty-four hours, nor are any chemicals allowed to be added."

"In terms of food safety, Feihuang Restaurant accepts supervision from anyone and is completely open and transparent!"

"My cousin works as a chef at Feihuang Restaurant, and he eats there every day!"

"My cousin said that what customers eat, employees eat, and what employees eat, Feihuang Group's senior management eats."

Qian Ziyong scratched his head.

He was aware of Feihuang Restaurant's food safety.

He had repeatedly emphasized and spent a lot of money on this aspect, stating that anyone who made Feihuang Restaurant's food unsafe would be fired!

But homemade food was actually not...

Qian Ziyong sighed helplessly.

Qian Ziyong asked curiously, "Buddy, you keep saying 'our Feihuang,' 'our Feihuang.' You're praising Feihuang so much, do you work at Feihuang?"

The young man sighed and shook his head, "I wish I worked at Feihuang!"

"If I worked at Feihuang, how would Xiao Li have run off with someone else?"

"As for why I call it 'our Feihuang,' that's because I'm a customer of Feihuang, I'm a Feihuang person!"

The young man said matter-of-factly, feeling proud to be a Feihuang person.

The young man asked curiously, "By the way, why are so many people taking pictures of you with their phones?"

"Who are you?"

He had seen someone secretly filming the guy next to him with a phone earlier, and at first thought he was mistaken.

After all, the guy next to him was about his age and shouldn't be a celebrity.

Besides, if he really were a celebrity, he wouldn't be squatting by the roadside eating with him, would he?

So he thought he had seen wrong.

But as more and more people stood not far away, filming with their phones, he realized that the other person might indeed be a celebrity.

It seemed some people wanted to approach and talk, but seeing that the other person was eating, they didn't go up to disturb him.

Qian Ziyong had finished eating and handed the bowl to Qi Nini, who was beside him.

He stood up, glanced at the young man, and smiled, "Thank you for telling me so much!"

"If you also want to work at Feihuang Restaurant, I can pull some strings for you at Feihuang!"

"No, buddy, who are you? You can help me get in through the back door at Feihuang?" The young man stood up, hardly daring to believe it.

His cousin worked at Feihuang, and he had looked for connections for a month, but couldn't get him in.

Could this young man do it?

Qian Ziyong waved his hand and left.

The surrounding bodyguards immediately stepped forward to protect Qian Ziyong in the middle.

Seeing the bodyguards, those who had intended to approach immediately stopped.

Many people walked up to the short-haired young man and said enviously, "Buddy, you're so lucky!"

"The President of Feihuang Group personally opened the back door for you; you've made it big!"

"Who?" The short-haired young man exclaimed, "Who did you say that guy just now was?"

"The President of Feihuang Group? Which President? Was it Liu Gaoda?"

"I heard President Liu is very fat, but he wasn't fat!"

The person next to him said, "It's Qian Ziyong, President Qian!"

"Ah!" The short-haired young man slapped himself, "That person just now was President Qian!"

"President Qian Ziyong?"

"I'm rich! I'm rich!"

"The fortune teller said I'd be successful at twenty-four, and it was true; I'm going to join Feihuang at twenty-four!"

"I've made it big!"