Rebirth I Am a Chaebol In Korea

"Yes, the ramen I ate in Huaguo before, I think I can try it here and see if it works..."

"Impossible. We have long tried to use other countries' flavors instead of producing new flavors of ramen, but they were unsuccessful. Huaguo's ramen is too soft and greasy, which is not suitable for people in our country."

Before Zhou Wenhai finished speaking, Yin Minghao interrupted.

"Oh, that's because I was too naive, Minister, Section Chief Pei, hurry up and eat your vegetables."

Zhou Wenhai didn't intend to tell them that he actually wanted to develop and produce turkey noodles.

"Minister, you can take my glass of wine now."

Zhou Wenhai poured himself another glass of drink, he raised the glass and said.

Yin Minghao understood that Zhou Wenhai was indeed asking him for advice, so he let go of his guard, and the two had a drink.

"If you want to develop new flavors of ramen, there is a research and development room for ramen bags next to the reception room of our club. You can try it, but no one has used it for a long time."

"Yes, Minister, thank you."

If there is a chance, he has to recruit Minister Yin to his future company.

Zhou Wenhai is very satisfied with Yin Minghao's work experience and professional level, besides, he is in his prime at this time.

The Ramen Ramen Ingredients Laboratory has a complete range of equipment, but because no one from Junri Food Club has been developing new flavors of ramen noodles for more than two years, the raw materials needed for ramen noodles are either out of date or used up.

Zhou Wenhai can choose to apply to the company for the raw materials needed for the purchase of stretch fabric bags, but if he does so, he is worried that the success of the turkey noodle research will lead to the company's intervention in the future, which will cause unnecessary trouble.

This kind of thing has to be done secretly.

There are a lot of raw materials that need to be purchased. Zhou Wenhai wanted to entrust Yin Minghao to help him buy them during dinner last night, but Yin Minghao refused his request on the grounds that his son was recently emotionally unstable.

During the lunch break, Yin Minghao sat on the seat to rest, and Zhou Wenhai moved a bench to sit beside him.

"Minister, I want to start researching new flavors of ramen, but the ingredients in the lab have expired..."

"I see. I will report to the president later and let the company purchase new raw materials."

Yin Minghao thought that Zhou Wenhai was here to apply to him to purchase raw materials for the package, so he interrupted.

"That's not the case. I don't intend to bother the club. I will buy it myself."

Zhou Wenhai immediately explained.

"You buy it yourself? Why?"

"I'm researching new flavors of ramen and I don't know if it will work, so I don't want to tell the president for now, lest..."

"I see."

From Zhou Wenhai's mouth, Yin Minghao knew what this kid was thinking, and he saved himself the trouble of reporting to the president.

"Minister, I don't have much experience, so I'm afraid I can't buy the raw materials for the package alone. Can you help me find someone with experience in this field to go with me?"

Zhou Wenhai whispered his worries to Yin Minghao.

Yin Minghao leaned back on the chair with a U-shaped pillow on his neck, and he closed his eyes and replied:

"You can ask agent Huang to go with you, he has done this before."

"Yes, thank you."

Zhou Wenhai noticed the photo frame placed on Yin Minghao's computer desk. Inside the photo frame was a family photo. He picked up the photo frame and looked at the photo.

"Minister, how old is your son now?"

In the photo, besides Yin Minghao and his wife, there are two sons. Judging from the height and appearance, one of the fatter sons is about fourteen or fifteen years old, and the other son should still be in elementary school.

Yin Minghao opened his eyes, "The eldest son is 16 years old this year and is in the first year of high school, and the younger son is only 7 years old this year and is still in elementary school."

Yin Minghao approached Zhou Wenhai. He pointed to his son in the photo and asked, "How are you doing? Are my sons handsome?"

"Yes, very handsome."

Zhou Wenhai replied against his will. In his eyes, these two children are very ordinary, and the gap between them and himself is also very obvious.

"Hey..." Yin Minghao sighed.

"Minister, what's the matter?"

"My eldest son doesn't know what's going on recently. He locks himself in the house as soon as he comes home. He will get angry all of a sudden when I joke with him."

"Maybe it's because of the high pressure of studying in high school, plus the reason of puberty."

"Maybe."

Yin Minghao closed his eyes and continued to rest. Zhou Wenhai came to the rooftop to look for the short and fat yellow agent who was standing on the rooftop and blowing the wind.

"Agent Huang."

The chunky agent held a paper cup filled with instant coffee.

Zhou Wenhai called the short and fat agent from behind. He was so frightened that his hands shook, and the coffee in his cup spilled out.

"It's Wen Haixi, you came up quietly to scare me, and you also come up to blow the air?"

"No, I'm here to represent you."

"Looking for me? What's the matter?"

Since Zhou Wenhai joined the company, he seldom took the initiative to talk to himself, so the chunky agent asked with a blank face.

"I want to research new flavors of ramen, but I don't want to let the company know about it for the time being, so I need to purchase the raw materials for the ingredients. The minister said that you have experience in this field. I would like to ask you to help buy some raw materials for the ramen ingredients."

"You do your own research?" The dumpy agent didn't quite understand.

"Yes, I won't let you help in vain."

Zhou Wenhai blinked at him, his words were very clear.

"Okay then, Wen Haixi, when do you want it?"

The dumpy agent understood, and he agreed.

"Before next Monday, okay?"

"certainly."

Zhou Wenhai wrote a shopping list, but he didn't write down all the raw materials needed for the entire formula. He asked the short fat agent to buy raw materials that were not available in ordinary supermarkets, such as food additives and seasoning powder.

On Wednesday and Thursday nights, Zhou Wenhai learned boxing at the boxing gym and the curator. The 2 hours of physical training, strength training and 2 hours of skill training every day made Zhou Wenhai exhausted. He was like a dead dog when he returned home. Lying in bed.

After two days of training and the blessing of the title of "Spirit of Martial Arts", Zhou Wenhai's rapid progress made even the curator of the boxing gym feel unbelievable.

"Wen Haixi, have you ever learned boxing before?"

"Yes, I had basic training in boxing when I was a child."

"Then have you ever fought in actual combat?"

"not yet."

The curator looked at the boxing ring aside.

"The most important thing in boxing is actual combat. Without actual combat, it is useless to train hard. Wen Haixi, do you want to engage in actual combat?"

Actual combat?

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenhai's blood boiled instantly.

"Of course I do."

"Then I will arrange an actual battle for you in a few days."

"The curator, who is my opponent?"

Zhou Wenhai was afraid of fighting with these coaches. If he was knocked out by them all of a sudden, his morale would be hit badly. After all, actual boxing and street fighting are two different things.