The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

See what you can do and give it back to colleagues from all walks of life?

Zhao Chuanxin is funny.

But don’t dampen Abraham Cohen’s enthusiasm.

This guy doesn't want to hang out on the streets at all. He has long wanted to do something serious and make a living and be a good person.

Zhao Chuanxin just gave him the opportunity, so he took it very seriously. He went to the library to learn the details of various areas in New York City, and also investigated the catering market. He also broke his legs running in the past two days.

"Okay, let's call it Xinghui Catering Company." Zhao Chuanxin didn't even think about it.

"Very good."

Isaiah on the side wanted to say something when he heard Zhao Chuanxin say: "Abraham will be responsible for the chores, including personnel appointments for the time being, but a special department will be established in the future. You still have to find a workshop. In addition, I modified a car The food truck has been put into trial operation and the results are good.”

After hearing that Zhao Chuanxin said that Abraham Cohen was in charge of temporary personnel appointments, Isaiah swallowed his words.

He still doesn't understand that the regional manager cannot be decided by the human resources department of Xinghui Catering Company.

He believed that Abraham Cohen had become a figure inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

Abraham Cohen was overjoyed: "Boss, let's go and see the food truck you renovated."

Outside, Big Smith pointed to Benjamin Goldberg in the car: "Who is this kid?"

"My apprentice, Benjamin Goldberg."

Abraham Cohen was stunned.

It turns out that Zhao Chuanxin, like the Italians, also pays attention to tradition, but it is an oriental tradition, the way of making disciples.

Others were clever and did not hesitate to praise: "Sure enough, a hero comes from a young boy. He looks mighty and mighty at first glance..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "When did you become blind? He is so thin, how can you say he is extraordinary?"

"..."

Li Xiling laughed.

He asked: "Zhao...Boss Chen, does he have a cousin?"

As a Chinese, Zhao Chuanxin's famous name is also very popular with Li Xiling.

Overseas Chinese, especially Chinese in the United States, rarely disrespect the three words "Zhao Chuanxin".

Zhao Chuanxin knew it must be Situ Meitang and revealed his identity to him.

He nodded and said, "Charcoal burner."

"..." Li Xiling's smile solidified.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said in Chinese: "A man fishes with only a piece of water, and a man who burns charcoal with his salary continues."

Li Xiling also laughed.

Abraham Cohen could not understand Chinese and said anxiously: "Boss, please show this dining cart quickly. To be honest, when the craftsman who made the carriage asked me, I was confused and couldn't give any advice."

Zhao Chuanxin then opened the sun visor and took out the dining table, and introduced the operating console and storage room inside as well as the place where the gas tank is installed.

Big Smith was shocked: "Boss, you made it in one day?"

Benjamin Goldberg banged the car: "One day is nothing, my master and I can do it in half a day."

What kind of fairy master and apprentice is this?

Zhao Chuanxin also briefly talked about the processing and purchasing of seasonings and ingredients, as well as the differences in regional prices and conditions for future franchises.

Not just any cat or dog can join, nor can you occupy a place in Xinghui Catering Company just by waving a ticket.

The qualifications need to be reviewed. If the conditions are met but the franchisee has insufficient funds, how can it be compensated?

Each month, how many internal quotas are available for allocation by the regional manager.

There were all smart people present. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had a fairly complete set of rules and regulations, they couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

At this time, ten cobblers are completely unable to compete with one Zhuge Liang.

Only Big Smith said weakly: "Boss, are these rules too many?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette, puffed out the smoke and said, "Remember, only with rules can you have power."

Big Smith was ignorant, but Li Xiling didn't understand at all.

Abraham Cohen understood it, but not thoroughly.

Benjamin Goldberg looked on and worried for them: "My master is giving you power. We have already proved through trial operation that food trucks can make money. Franchisees will flock to it, the review will be strict, and the threshold will be high. Please help me." There are more people. My master will give the regional managers a designated quota every month. This opens a back door for you, do you understand? The regional managers manage the franchisees. We distribute the raw materials in a unified way. They are only responsible for assembly and sales. Over time, they will Get used to this system. After the system is established, the regional manager decides the supply volume, which is equivalent to holding the lifeblood of each franchisee. You are the emperor of the region. This is similar to Western capitalists who choose to exploit colonies or operate colonies. , making quick money but slow money only cares about one thing..."

The three of them suddenly realized.

Then stare at Benjamin Goldberg like he's a monster.

How old is this child?

Eleven years old? Twelve years old? Anyway, he must not be more than fifteen years old.

This intelligence and knowledge...

Zhao Chuanxin was actually quite shocked because he had never taught his apprentices these things.

But what Benjamin Goldberg didn’t know was that behind this system, there were also various restrictions on regional managers. For example, the designated quota is the Sword of Damoris hanging above their heads. Furthermore, Zhao Chuanxin will also conduct the assessment of regional managers.

These are all things that will happen later. You can only kill the donkey after the grinding off.

But he hid it well and did not appear.

Li Xiling sighed: "This apprentice of yours is amazing."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "It's easy to laugh, but he's still far from it."

At this time, a man hurriedly came with a little girl.

It was Arthur Gompers and his daughter Margaret Gompers.

Arthur Gompers was probably walking in a hurry and sweating profusely.

He waved his hand: "I found it."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "How do you know this place?"

Arthur Gompers looked at Abraham Cohen: "It was Abraham who sent me the invitation letter."

Abraham Cohen smiled awkwardly: "Boss, I just sent an invitation letter, but I haven't filled in the specific time yet."

Abraham Cohen is very smart, but Zhao Chuanxin thinks he is a little eager for quick success and loves to play tricks.

You have to find time to hammer him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Arthur Gompers: "Since you haven't filled in the time, are you planning to come to celebrate us in advance?"

Arthur Gompers sneered.

Seeing that he was mumbling, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Wait for now, let's talk about business first."

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Margaret Gompers: "Hello, my name is Benjamin, Benjamin Goldberg."

"My name is Margaret Gompers." The little girl said shyly, "What is your relationship with Chen?"

"I am his apprentice. What about you?"

"Me? I also want to be his apprentice." Margaret Gompers' eyes suddenly lit up and she raised her head: "Dad, can I be Chen's apprentice?"

Arthur Gompers: "Be an apprentice, be an apprentice, don't mess around."

Benjamin Goldberg was not happy when he heard this. He looked at him sideways with the same expression as Zhao Chuanxin: "Why, you look down on my master?"

"..." Seeing that this kid seemed difficult to deal with, Arthur Gompers smiled and said, "No. I just don't think it's appropriate."

In the past, Benjamin Goldberg avoided medical treatment and was annoyed by people calling him crazy or mentally ill.

But after living with Zhao Chuanxin for a period of time, his temperament changed drastically.

He nodded his head: "I used to be sick and mentally ill, and my master cured me. Now, they all call me a genius. Those three fools, yes, are the three who talked to my master. You idiot, they just praised me as a young hero and said that I have grown up tremendously."

Arthur Gompers was stunned when he heard about mental illness.

The reason why he took Margaret Gompers with him everywhere was because his daughter would be scared if she left him or her mother.

The couple were worried that she was getting sick, so one person always took her with them.

"Are you telling the truth? But why can he treat mental illness?"

Benjamin Goldberg rolled his eyes: "My master is a very powerful educator and psychologist. All psychological and spiritual diseases can be cured by his natural medicine."

To this day, Arthur Gompers still can't figure out whether Zhao Chuanxin's so-called "exorcism" that day drove away real devils or psychological devils.

But some of Zhao Chuanxin's magical methods were still fresh in his memory.

That would never be an eyesore.

So he actually believed a little bit of what Benjamin Goldberg said.

Over there, Zhao Chuanxin had almost finished talking and handed a notebook to Abraham Cohen: "This is the time and quantity recorded during my trial operation. As long as the franchisee does not fall below this shipping speed, it will be fine."

Practice makes perfect, Zhao Chuanxin felt that a skilled worker would definitely be able to do it faster than him.

Abraham Cohen did not expect Zhao Chuanxin to be so considerate.

"If this doesn't work, I'll come and see you!"

"Okay, if you can't do it well, wash your neck and don't dirty my knife."

"..."

After sending the three people away, Zhao Chuanxin came back.

A medal rolled back and forth between his fingers.

He asked: "Tell me, Arthur, what brings you here this time?"

Arthur Gompers discovered that the medal in Zhao Chuanxin's hand was the gift he gave while drunk that day.

His throat rolled, but what he finally said was: "It's okay, I'm actually here to congratulate you in advance."

Zhao Chuanxin put away the commemorative medal and said cheerfully: "We Orientals pay attention to courtesy and reciprocity, that is friends. We pay more attention to ceremony. For example, I am a disciple, and I treat him as my son. Since we are friends, we shouldn't be so polite. Now, if you have anything to do in the future, just open your mouth."

Even if you open your mouth, it doesn't matter whether you will get something done or not.

He does not mean that.

Arthur Gompers actually wanted to get that medal back today.

It wasn't how valuable the medal was, but it was only after he sobered up that he understood what the gift that day represented.

But now he asked: "This, do you really know how to treat mental illness?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Margaret Gompers, who looked expectant, and then at her father, and then he suddenly realized.

He looked at Arthur Gompers, straightened his back, adjusted his suit, and said calmly: "You don't even want to call me boss."

As the prince of the Labor Federation, Arthur Gompers did not want to get involved in anything illegal.

But Margaret Gompers' illness has seriously affected his life.

For the sake of his daughter's future, Arthur Gompers said bitterly: "Boss, I am willing to let Margaret become your teacher. Can you treat her like you treat Benjamin?"

Zhuo, is there such a good thing?

Keep this little humanoid lie detector with you, and it can occasionally be useful.

But the necessary reserve is still required.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and looked at the little girl: "Entering my master is like worshiping me as your father. If you don't obey, you will be beaten or scolded. Is this acceptable?"