txolops Chapter 42 Double Insurance
Chapter 42 Double Insurance
7:30 p.m.
The edge of Yintai Building Plaza.
The last few office workers who couldn't buy fried rice had left, and the stall returned to quiet.
While deftly folding the small table, Wang Hai looked down at the WeChat bill on his phone.
"Brother Chen, that's amazing!"
Wang Hai raised his head, his voice a little hoarse, but his eyes were full of light. "A full 150 portions, sold out in less than two hours."
This is much faster than when we sold a hundred servings a few days ago!
Lin Chen was holding a rag and carefully wiping the grease off the stove.
"normal."
Lin Chen replied, "Today the purchase limit was lifted, and most of the people in line are buying at least three to five portions."
The rate of consumption increases exponentially, so naturally it sells faster.
Wang Hai moved the folding table into the back of the tricycle and placed it there, then moved closer to Lin Chen.
"Brother Chen, look at this momentum, it's practically robbery."
Should we increase the quantity tomorrow?
"Let's go straight for two hundred servings! At this rate, two hundred servings should only take four hours, I guarantee they'll sell out!"
Wang Hai rubbed his hands together, his tone tentative.
Lin Chen washed the rag clean, wrung it out, and draped it over the handlebars.
He turned his head and looked at Wang Hai, whose face was full of expectation.
"No more."
Lin Chen answered without any hesitation.
"Is it because of the cooking time?"
Wang Hai asked.
"Um."
Lin Chen nodded. "One hundred and fifty portions is the maximum number I can cook with my current physical strength and this stove."
During these two hours, I can guarantee that every pot of rice will meet my required standards.
Lin Chen pointed to the pot.
"If I increase the quantity to two hundred servings, my wrist strength will definitely decrease after stir-frying at high intensity for more than two hours."
If you're too slow, the rice grains will be heated at an off-center time in the pan, resulting in soft and sticky fried rice.
If even one pot breaks the rules, the brand is ruined.
Lin Chen looked at Wang Hai and said seriously, "Making money is indeed important, but we can't turn our food into a cheap, shoddy fast food just to earn a few extra servings."
One hundred and fifty servings, not a single more.
After listening to Lin Chen's words, Wang Hai's initial impulse gradually subsided.
He had been following Lin Chen for the past few days and had witnessed firsthand how this stall became popular because of its unique flavor.
He understood that the pot in Lin Chen's hand was their strongest source of confidence.
"Okay, Brother Chen, I'll do as you say!"
Wang Hai nodded heavily, "One hundred and fifty portions it is!"
Let's proceed steadily and surely to protect this prestigious reputation!
"Daddy, Uncle Fatty, are you done chatting?"
Tangtang walked over, clutching her little stool, her face flushed with excitement. "Tangtang got so many spoons today!"
Lin Chen looked at his daughter, and his eyes softened instantly.
He bent down and wiped the sweat from Tangtang's cheeks with the back of his clean hand.
"Tangtang worked hard today and helped Dad a lot."
Lin Chen said gently, "Let's go home now."
When we pass by the supermarket, Dad will take you to buy a small water bottle.
"A water cup?"
Tangtang blinked her big eyes.
"Yes, buy a thermos with a straw."
Lin Chen stood up and straightened his daughter's clothes. "Today at kindergarten, Dad saw that all the other children had their own water cups, but Tangtang used the kindergarten's cup."
We'll buy one ourselves and take it to fill with water tomorrow.
"Yay!"
Tangtang jumped up and down happily, "Daddy, I want to buy a pink one!"
It should have little bunnies on it!
"Okay, I'll buy the pink bunny."
Lin Chen chuckled softly, turned around, and got on the tricycle.
Wang Hai quickly got into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition.
"Hold on tight, let's go grocery shopping!"
The tricycle, emitting a steady motor sound, carried the father and daughter and an empty thermos, heading towards the urban village in the early summer evening breeze.
……
at the same time.
The CEO's office is located on the top floor of the Yintai Building.
Su Qingxue sat at her desk and threw the transparent plastic packaging box into the trash can next to her.
The lunchbox was still completely empty.
The warm rice soothed my stomach, which had been aching slightly from the long meeting.
But Su Qingxue sat in the swivel chair with her brows still slightly furrowed, and the sense of urgency in her heart did not disappear with the end of the meal.
She glanced at the clock on the table.
Today, I was lucky enough to buy the last one that Lin Chen had specially reserved.
If two more people come to that stall today, or if the person in front of her buys an extra portion, she'll have to work overtime on an empty stomach tonight.
Now that there are no purchase limits at this stall, all the white-collar workers in the building are bringing upstairs in groups of five or six.
As the president of a group, her daily schedule is packed with activities, often including impromptu meetings or unexpected situations, making it impossible for her to guarantee that she can go downstairs to queue up on time at 5:30 pm every day.
If she misses it, at today's terrifying pace, she won't even have time to eat the next day's meal.
"Knock knock knock—"
A knock on the door interrupted Su Qingxue's thoughts.
"Enter."
Su Qingxue composed herself and resumed her usual aloof and dignified demeanor.
The office door was pushed open, and Secretary Chen walked in carrying a stack of documents.
"President Su, these are the quarterly reports that each department needs to submit tomorrow morning. We need you to review and approve them in advance."
Secretary Chen walked to the desk and neatly placed the documents on the surface.
"Let's leave it here for now, I'll look at it later."
Su Qingxue replied calmly.
Secretary Chen nodded and was about to turn and leave.
"Secretary Chen, wait a moment."
Su Qingxue suddenly called out to her.
Secretary Chen immediately stopped and turned around, her attitude respectful: "President Su, is there anything else you need?"
Su Qingxue looked at Secretary Chen in front of her.
As his most capable assistant, Secretary Chen not only had strong work skills, but also knew what to ask and what not to ask.
More importantly, when I had a hypoglycemic attack a few days ago, it was Secretary Chen who personally went downstairs to buy fried rice for me.
She not only knew that the stall existed, but she also knew exactly what the fried rice tasted like.
Do you remember that fried rice stall in the plaza downstairs?
Su Qingxue asked in a calm tone.
Secretary Chen was taken aback.
How could she not remember?
A plate of egg fried rice for ninety-nine yuan, and it's even the "divine fried rice" that cured the boss's anorexia.
"I remember you, Mr. Su."
Secretary Chen answered truthfully.
Su Qingxue nodded and made the arrangements.
"This stall has now lifted the purchase limit, and business is booming. It sells out every night around 7 p.m.
Su Qingxue looked at Secretary Chen and gave the order directly, "If I have a meeting here in the afternoon, or if there is a scheduling conflict and I can't get away, you should go downstairs at 5:30 and queue up to buy me a serving."
Upon hearing this instruction, Secretary Chen's eyes flickered slightly.
A flicker of surprise did cross her mind.
The female CEO of the prestigious Yintai Group, worth hundreds of billions, actually arranged for her chief secretary to queue up at a roadside fried rice stall to "buy" it for her.
This shows that Ms. Su's dependence on this fried rice restaurant far exceeded her expectations.
But as a secretary, Secretary Chen showed no unusual expression on her face, nor did she ask a single question about why.
She simply nodded and wrote down the task as an important work instruction.
"Understood, Mr. Su."
"From now on, whenever you have a meeting in the afternoon, I will come downstairs at 5:30 sharp to buy you dinner."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. You can go now."
Su Qingxue nodded slightly.
"Okay, Ms. Su, please go ahead with your work."
Secretary Chen turned and left the office, gently closing the door behind him.
The office returned to silence.
Su Qingxue leaned back in her chair, gazing at the dazzling night view outside the window, and let out a soft breath.
With Secretary Chen as her "double insurance," she no longer needs to worry about missing the only dinner that allows her to sleep peacefully because of meetings, just like she did today.
The anxiety that had been weighing on my heart finally dissipated completely.
Su Qingxue sat up straight, opened the documents on the table, and threw herself back into her work.