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Looking at the back of Master Wang's departure, Lin Xuan did not regret it.

Ability is important, but she values character more, not only does not abide by the company's rules and regulations, arrives late and leaves early all day, but also sloppy, no one in her eyes, relying on the old and selling the old, such a person, being a pastry chef is simply an insult.

She didn't believe it, after reading books for so many years, she would only talk on paper.

The most important thing now is that people's hearts must not be distracted.

Although she has no formal training, she also worked in a bakery when she was studying abroad, and ordinary pastries are difficult for her, and she should be able to help.

However, relying on her alone is not a long-term solution, and a powerful pastry chef must be invited back.

In addition, you have to make a sales analysis report and try to increase the business volume.

Just do what you say.

After Lin Xuan gave everyone the atmosphere, he did it himself.

It's past the morning rush hour, and at the moment, there is no one in the store.

She organized Xiao Li and two other salesmen to take inventory, first sort out the remaining tail goods, and then classify them according to time. For pastries that expire on the same day, there will be a four-fold promotion, and for those that expire tomorrow, there will be a six-fold promotion.

Then analyze the high sell-out rate of those pastries from the report, and place an order to the general warehouse appropriately.

In the past, Master Wang preferred to do it himself rather than seek complementary resources because of his low education and poor computer, but Lin Xuan is a high-achieving student, let alone the next order, even if he makes a program.

After a few days of trial implementation, the business of West Street Tomei Pastry Shop has finally recovered, and although it is not outstanding, it has reached the average daily turnover of the previous month.

The most important thing is that everyone is working together, and it is a good start.

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Fuyuan.

Tang Weiwei sat leisurely on the leather sofa and sipped Blue Mountain coffee.

Not long after, Tang Muchen appeared.

"Here, just right, I just ground the coffee and try it."

The long man found a place to sit down, but did not take the coffee poured by the other party.

"I'm going to have lunch soon, so why don't you drink this coffee?"

"You're really healthy." Tang Weihui couldn't help but joke, and then restrained his expression, as if he had a deep meaning, "You haven't been home for dinner for a long time, tonight, just go back, Dad will be happier to eat a bowl of rice when he sees you." ”

When it came to the majestic elder, Tang Muchen couldn't help but pick his eyebrows, and his memories gushed out like a spring.

Back then, her mother Xie Yi was originally a childhood sweetheart with Liu Qingping.

Just when the two were about to talk about marriage, Liu Qingping entered the Yao family's factory to work, because of his outstanding ability and handsome appearance, he was not very favored by Yao Wanmei, so he tried his best to seduce him. bed, and deliberately let the mother catch the adulterer......

At that time, my mother was already two months pregnant, and after such a blow, her heart was like ashes, and she had the idea of suicide.

However, her life should not be extinguished, and she was saved by her current father Tang Wanfeng by mistake.

My father's ex-wife died many years ago, and she lived alone with her young son Tang Weihui for many years, but she fell in love with her mother at first sight and didn't mind her past.

The mother thanked her father for saving her life, and after giving birth, she married her father in a low-key manner.

I thought that I would form a happy family again, but within a few years of such a beautiful life, my mother died of depression.

If there was no Yao Wanmei, perhaps, his mother would be very happy.

For their father, both mother and son have always been indebted.

Sometimes, he didn't even know how to face his father, so he rarely went home to visit him under the pretext of work.

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