In just two years, Feng Zhiliu opened 15 branches in the capital, including an entire office building on the most prosperous Imperial Capital Street, which seems to be a posture of taking root and showing its strength.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the first day of the resumption of work of most enterprises, the office building of the wind flow was overcrowded.

It was only one morning, and there were more than 800 people who came to the headquarters of Wind Flow for interviews, including many masters of various cuisines, and even some high-star chefs.

Of course, in addition to chefs, Wind Flow also recruited a lot of administrative positions, which were obviously arranged to various branches to be management.

The salary is 1.5 times that of the same position, plus the trouble encountered between meals, this is undoubtedly the best time for the rise of the wind flow, and many of these applicants are interested in this.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, a man in a white trench coat, a short beard, a big comb, and large round-wheeled colored glasses was carrying a backpack and a suitcase, squeezing through the crowd and walking towards the registration office.

There were only two check-in desks on the first floor of the building, one for chefs and one for administratives, and it was already overcrowded at the moment, but the man still squeezed in and handed his resume to the female clerk in front of him.

"Hello, I'm a star chef who has participated in the Blue Ribbon training of the Great Eagle Empire, and this time I am applying for the executive chef. ”

The female clerk pushed her glasses and looked at the enigmatic confident man, without speaking or taking her resume.

"Hey, what are you plugging in, line up at the back!" A middle-aged man with the belly of a general next to him pulled him to the back.

The man patted his chest and said loudly: "I'm a star chef!"

"Who isn't a star chef!" at this time, the candidates in line around said in unison.

The man looked at those people in astonishment, and then the female clerk cleared her throat and said, "Zeng Zhijia, if you're okay, please go to the back and line up, okay? Don't affect everyone." ”

There was a commotion all around, and even everyone in the administrative recruitment area looked over curiously to see what was going on here.

"You are all star chefs, then tell me how many stars are you?" Zeng Zhijia shouted around unconvinced.

In Huaxia, chefs are divided into star ratings, which are similar to the types of martial artists, with one star being the lowest and nine stars being the highest, while the traditional second-level, first-class and special chefs have corresponding star ratings of one to four stars, five to seven stars, and finally eight stars and nine stars.

"I'm a two-star chef!"

"I'm a four-star chef and I've been at Hilton!"

"I'm a five-star and I've been qualified as a senior pastry chef!"

"I'm also a five-star, but I've ever been a Le Cordon Bleu chef!"

The voices came and went, Zeng Zhijia listened to their resumes, hugged his fists one by one, and said sincerely: "Fortunately, fortunately, greatly, powerful, great, great god, great god." ”

In the arrogant expressions of this group of tall hats, Zeng Zhijia silently stood at the end of the line and lined up obediently.

The whole check-in work lasted until 1 p.m., and the wind also provided a light lunch, but most of the applicants had no intention of eating. They knew that there were only 100 chefs recruited this time, of which only 20 were master chefs, and the rest were assistants. However, more than 1,000 people signed up, and the selection rate was only one-tenth, of course, many masters were unwilling to start as assistants.

The official recruitment exam begins at two o'clock in the afternoon, and for chefs, it is nothing more than cooking a dish according to the theme. But not everyone is qualified to enter the Wind Stream's Kitchen Counter.

After registration, there will be a pre-selection by the human resources department, otherwise even the scale of the kitchen table cannot accommodate thousands of people to take the exam together, and half of them will be eliminated in the data screening.

The first batch of people to enter the kitchen table were 200 people, who were full of fighting spirit and high spirits, believing that the priority entry must be the top ranking, and they also had the advantage of ingredients.

The first round of questions is fried noodles, an ordinary Beijing-style snack, but the simpler it is, the more it tests your kung fu. Especially the combination of bean sprouts and cucumbers, in which heat and knife work are key.

Just when those star chefs were showing their strength inside, Zeng Zhijia sat on the steps of the building alone, took out a flatbread from his bag, tore open the insulated packaging outside, and ate it with soy milk.

After one bite, a burst of fragrance wafts to and fro, and a slight shine cushions the middle of the cake wall, and in the center of the cake is a combination of minced meat, diced vegetables and sauce.

After eating a big mouthful of flatbread, Zeng Zhijia picked up the soy milk and drank it with his head up, and the juice inadvertently flowed down the corners of his mouth, which was so thick.

He ate and drank in public, attracting the attention of the employees, and several of them couldn't help but mutter, "What kind of cake is this, so fragrant." ”

At 2:10 p.m., Stephen, the executive chef of Wind Stream, and a group of middle level players came out of the large conference room, discussing the details of the Wind Stream reform and the opening of a branch as they walked.

When they passed by Zeng Zhijia, Stephen couldn't help but stop and turn around, looking at the small half of the pie in his hand, and couldn't help but look at it. At this time, the other middle-level also wanted to surround them, but they were waved away by Stephen.

Zeng Zhijia looked up and saw Stephen's half-breed appearance, took out another flatbread from his bag, handed it over and said, "Didn't you eat lunch, did you try one?" Stephen was not polite, and took the flatbread directly, but he was not in a hurry to eat it, but observed it closely.

"Don't look at it, just eat it, the taste is not seen, but tasted. Now is the most wonderful time to eat. Zeng Zhijia threw these words.

"Why is it the best time to eat now?" asked Stephen curiously.

"When people are hungry, everything they eat is very fragrant, and this big cake is to carry hunger. ”

Hearing this, Stephen also followed Zeng Zhijia's example and ate it in a big gulp. As a result, the mouth is full of oil, but it is only fragrant, not greasy.

"You're right, it's just right to eat at this time. "Stephen had been dealing with the company's affairs before, and he had missed lunch, and when he ate flatbread, it was surprisingly fragrant.

"I said, you're also here to apply? Now the first batch is not in turn, and when the next two batches are completed, it is estimated that it will be suspended. Zeng Zhijia continued.

"Isn't the first batch the same as the second batch?" asked Stephen curiously.

"You don't understand this, this is an unspoken rule, the acceptance rate of the first batch of people to enter will be more than half, and the latter ones are not so high at all. That's all said by veterans. ”

"What about you?" Stephen looked at Zeng Zhijia, his appearance was not outstanding, but the suitcase in his hand was eye-catching.

"I don't think I've been shortlisted, who made too many gods here. Zeng Zhijia pursed his lips and laughed at himself.

Stephen didn't continue the conversation, but ate the flatbread in a few bites, and then asked, "This flatbread is good, where did you buy it?"

"Do you want to patronize?" Zeng Zhijia asked, hooking the corners of his mouth.

"Can't I patronize?" asked Stephen rhetorically.

"If you want, just come to me, I've been doing this for ten years. For the sake of the end of the world, they are all fallen people, and I will make them for you to eat for free. ”

After saying this, Zeng Zhijia clapped his hands, put away his things and prepared to leave.

"Can I taste that soy milk?" Tiffin called out to him.

"Of course, no problem, it's also my craft!"

Zeng Zhijia re-loaded his backpack, carried his suitcase and left quickly.

Looking at his back, Stephen took a sharp sip of soy milk, and then froze.

Zeng Zhijia walked through the building and came to the gate, but was stopped by two security guards.

"Are you Zeng Zhijia?" one of the security guards asked politely.

"I am, do you have anything to do?" Zeng Zhijia was stunned.

"It's me looking for you!" At this time, the female clerk at the registration desk ran over out of breath and grabbed his hand, "Mr. Zeng, you, you have arranged to take the exam in the second round, is it okay?"