The Pentium Era - South to North

The two of them checked out a bunch of hotels and came back. After screening, they finally identified six hotels, all of which were recruiting general managers and catering managers. Liu Ligan divided them up and said that if one person goes to three hotels for the same position, we don't want to be ourselves. Fighting.

The next morning, the two of them set off on their bicycles and went to their target employer.

The hotel that Zhang Chen wanted to go to was on Haidian Island. Zhang Chen rode his bicycle and crossed the Peace Bridge. On the left was the Peninsula Hotel. The hotel that Zhang Chen wanted to apply for was right next to the Peninsula Hotel. It was a new hotel.

Zhang Chen looked inside through a row of huge glasses. The hotel had been decorated. The dining tables and chairs had been moved to one side. There were many girls inside. They were holding their left hands behind their backs and holding trays in their right hands. Two bricks lined up and walked back and forth in the restaurant. These seemed to be the hotel's newly recruited waiters and they were being trained.

The door of the hotel has also been decorated, but the entire door is covered with a piece of red cloth, and the name of this hotel cannot be seen. They wrote in the recruitment notice that it is also a certain hotel.

Zhang Chen walked into the door of a certain hotel. Inside the lobby, there was scaffolding, and workers were painting latex paint on the already white ceiling.

There was a girl with a smile standing in the hall. She saw Zhang Chen come in and before Zhang Chen could speak, she asked: "Sir, are you here to apply for a job?"

Zhang Chen nodded, and the girl led him up to the second floor. The second floor was also a hall, and there were already more than a dozen applicants. As soon as Zhang Chen sat down, a waiter brought him a glass of water politely. Zhang Chen thought to himself, damn, the treatment for applying for a general manager job is really different.

Another girl came over, took a form, and asked Zhang Chen to fill it out with a smile on her face. Zhang Chen thought that their smiles were excusable. After all, one of these people who came to apply for the job would be the one in the future. Their leader, if he could lead such a group of smiling girls, this general manager would be really good. Thinking of this, Zhang Chen was particularly looking forward to this job.

Zhang Chen looked up and saw that at the other end of the hall was the recruitment site, which was carefully arranged. There were a row of long tables covered with white tablecloths. Four people were sitting behind the tables, more than one meter away from them. , there is a chair, and applicants need to walk through the empty hall in the middle until they go to the chair and sit down.

This kind of arrangement shows the recruiter's intentions. Those who are walking sideways and swaying have not yet reached the chair. The four people who are probably sitting will put an X on the form in front of them.

When the girl saw Zhang Chen stop writing, she came over and asked with a smile: "Have you filled it out?"

Zhang Chen nodded, and the girl took away the form in front of him.

People kept getting up from that chair and walking out the door, and new people kept coming in from outside the door.

The girl who had just collected Zhang Chen's form walked up to Zhang Chen, bent down, and said softly to him: "Sir, it's your turn."

Zhang Chen stood up. Since he already understood the intention of the other party's arrangement, he kept reminding himself in his heart that he must walk gracefully.

In the troupe, Zhang Chen would often appear on stage as a cameo. Sometimes he would hold a knife and follow Feng Laogui, shouting non-stop. Sometimes he would roll up his sleeves and go up to circle passers-by, and sometimes he would hold a gun. When he went up, he was kicked to the ground by Tan Shuzhen, who played Mu Guiying, and then quickly climbed to the side of the curtain.

The girl walked in front, and Zhang Chen followed behind. He kept reminding himself, but he became nervous for no reason. After walking, he was at a loss and became the same person. Fortunately, the chair had already arrived, but he saw in front of him that there was something wrong. The two men smiled slightly, wondering if they were laughing at their predicament.

Zhang Chen felt sweat dripping from his forehead. He touched it secretly with his hands, but they were dry. Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Chen just breathed a sigh of relief and immediately remembered that he had just sat down in a hurry and forgot to say hello to the four people. They didn't look like people coming out of Hangzhou International Building. Zhang Chen once passed by the entrance of the International Building. He I saw that even the doorman standing at the door and holding the door open for the guests was polite, but he didn't look like me.

Zhang Chen quickly stood up again, bowed to them, and said to them: "Hello!"

"Are you Zhang Chen?" After Zhang Chen sat down again, the person who looked most like the boss among the four asked.

Zhang Chen nodded.

"Your resume says that you were originally in Hangcheng International Building. What kind of unit was that?"

"Four-star hotel." Zhang Chen said.

"Oh, that's still different from us. We are a purely catering hotel." The man said.

Zhang Chen quickly said: "Our hotel also has a catering department. I am the hotel's catering department manager, oh, no, no, deputy manager."

"Are you the deputy manager of the catering department?" Among the four people, one was fat and wearing a chef's uniform. He should be a chef-level person and asked: "Your catering department is quite different from ours, right? What you cook should be Huaiyang cuisine, right?"

How do I know what kind of food is cooked in that damn place? But when the other party asked, even though Zhang Chen didn't understand, he could only nod his head and say yes.

"Then the difference is huge." The boss said, "Our hotel specializes in Cantonese and Hainanese cuisine, which may not necessarily be suitable."

Zhang Chen said anxiously: "It's all cooking, what difference will it make? I can do it."

The head chef smiled softly: "Okay, let me ask you, is it better to cook fish maw in oil or water? Also, how long does it usually take to cook shark fin in water?"

What are these, fish maws and shark fins? Zhang Chen has never seen them before. What the hell is this watery hair and oily hair? Zhang Chen was stunned.

When the chef saw that he didn't answer, he lowered the difficulty: "Well, let me ask again, should the steamed grouper be topped with light soy sauce or dark soy sauce?"

Zhang Chen looked at him, hesitating, not knowing what to say. The man who looked like a boss frowned and said to Zhang Chen, "Okay, that's it, thank you!"

Zhang Chen stood up, but the head chef still didn't let him go and said to him: "Assistant manager, let me tell you, steamed grouper should not be topped with light soy sauce or dark soy sauce, but with black bean juice and soy sauce. "

Several others laughed heartily.

Zhang Chen's face turned red. He felt that if he could use one word to describe himself, how could he pass the eyes of those smiling girls, it would be to run away.

Zhang Chen returned home and opened the book "White Swan Hotel Management Practice". After searching for a long time, he couldn't find any oil or water, nor could he find what fish maw was. Could it be fish bubbles? If it's fish bubbles, we'll fry them with chili peppers.

Zhang Chen didn't give up and continued to search, but he couldn't find any light or dark soy sauce, let alone that soy sauce.

In that era, firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, who knew that the Cantonese people had so many different names in soy sauce? In Yongcheng, who didn’t take a soy sauce bottle to a small shop and make soy sauce from a jar? I have never even seen bottled soy sauce, let alone light soy sauce.

More than half an hour later, Liu Ligan also came back, looking gloomy. Zhang Chen didn't need to ask, he knew it was sad, so he simply didn't ask. Liu Ligan fell on the bed and lay there sulking for a long time. Finally I couldn't help it anymore and asked:

"Zhang Chen, do you think they figured out that we are fakes? The damn restaurant I went to, they actually asked me, on a table, which one is the guest of honor and which one is the host? When you are seated, how should you receive it? Why don't you just have a meal? Just sit down and eat. The seats in the circle are not the same, so what's the difference?"

"You fucking pig, it's not written clearly in the book." Zhang Chen scolded.

"Really? Is there such boring content in this book?" Liu Ligan shouted and picked up the "White Swan Hotel Management Practice".

"Turn over to the chapter about setting up the stage and see if it's there." Zhang Chen said.

Liu Ligan opened it and took a look, and sure enough, the positions of guest, host, and host were clearly marked.

"Damn it, you can't read a word less. How can you tolerate reading like this?" Liu Ligan shouted.

Zhang Chen said angrily: "Sitting there, I can't answer anything, so I can't bear it. There is a hole in the ground, and I have to crawl into it."