In Zhang Ze's thoughts, the Literary Society is the position of the president of the first to live.

This is also the first batch of veterans, special preferential treatment, first hang a title, so that the literary society looks good.

"Now the literary club I created has me, the president, Liao Jie, the president, and a member who has not joined, and in general, it is like a complete organization."

Zhang Ze's mind turned, and he felt that his "literary club plan hidden in the downtown area" was getting more and more perfect, and the overall skeleton had been built, so he just had to slowly find readers.

But Liao Jie didn't know what Zhang Ze meant, and then he didn't smile after hearing the title of 'President Liao'.

"The president still calls me Liao Jie."

Liao Jie said, his face changed to a rigorous face and said, "How can the guild I just entered take on the position of branch president." I guess the other members will have their opinions when they find out.."

"Now there are only three people in the literary club I created. You, me, and one reader who joined before you, a total of three people. So, how can there be so many opinions. ”

After Zhang interrupted Liao Jie's words, he saw that Liao Jie still wanted to say more, so he waved his hand directly and heroically: "It's just a position, what are you doing so much." Don't talk about these useless things, this matter is so decided, President Liao should talk about how to make money first. ”

Making money is the right thing. It is also the premise of whether the Literary Society can change to a spacious and luxurious headquarters, which is a far-reaching and long-term planning issue.

Therefore, after Liao Jie heard this big thing, he stopped asking about the small thing about the position.

Then he followed two steps and whispered sideways to Zhang Ze: "President, I ran a shop in my original world, and I took apprentices on weekdays to make money."

In Liao Jie's world, his reputation is so high that anyone who is a chef has basically heard of his name.

As a result, after hearing about his cooking skills and address, some chefs specially brought gifts to worship him as a teacher, wanting to learn some skills.

And some of these people are also friends of acquaintances, and Liao Jie can't refuse after seeing it.

Over time, he also started to do business for the opening of classes.

But in this world, he doesn't have any reputation, and it is difficult for this apprentice to make money to succeed. But for a god chef, the matter of reputation is easy to solve.

"Either go find a big hotel and pick quarrels, or go to some chef competitions."

Along the way, Liao Jie said to Zhang Ze as he walked: "For example, if you go directly to the door to kick the restaurant and threaten to compare with the chef, many hotels will not choose to call the police, for fear of affecting your reputation." Instead, they will bring in their chefs or go to their kitchens to learn from their chefs. ”

"But it's too risky to do this, and it's not sure if they will do it, or call the police."

Liao Jie thought for a while, and said: "And even if they don't call the police, if I win, although I can make a reputation, no matter what kind of business it is, opening the door to do business is all kind, and it is not good to come to the door to ask for advice." If it is unpleasant, it is the way to ruin the wealth of others. ”

"So, I feel like it's better to find a regular match if you want to make a name for yourself.."

On the way back to the rental house.

Liao Jie said a big push to Zhang Ze, and finally said the idea, which is about the chef competition.

However, Zhang Ze has never inquired about this competition in the culinary industry, and he doesn't know about it, so it is a little difficult to handle for a while.

"I don't usually pay attention to the problems of this game. I don't know where in the city there is a chef competition. In his previous life, Zhang Ze went to and from work every day, and the things of more than ten years ago, as long as it was not a major event, he would have forgotten it all a long time ago, not to mention the chef world that had nothing to do with him.

"Then I'll look for it tomorrow." After Liao Jie heard Zhang Ze's answer, he was also a little helpless.

Because in his world, any competition is invited by others, but he doesn't go to others every day.

But when he came to this world, he had no choice but to look for it himself, and he couldn't let Zhang Ze help him run.

"The president has bought me a mobile phone, and if I don't do this little thing well, I'll be a little too incompetent.." Liao Jie thought in his heart and decided to go to this strange city in the future tomorrow.

"That's fine."

Zhang saw that Liao Jie had made up his mind, and he didn't disturb his determination. Instead, he took out the three or four hundred yuan from his pocket, handed it to Liao Jie and said, "Go home and sleep at night, tomorrow morning, you take a car to the city for a walk, if you don't know the way back at night, call me."

After Zhang Ze finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone, saved Liao Jie's phone number, and after dialing, he took him back to the rental house.

The "click" key sounds, open the door, and enter the house.

However, after Zhang Ze entered the living room, he first asked Liao Jie to stand aside, while he himself first moved the small sofa to the door, and then went into the house to take a mat and spread it in the small living room.

"The house, the living room, you choose one."

Zhang Ze laid out the mat and looked at Liao Jie.

"Living room bar.." When Liao Jie saw that he would always be so stumbling, he was also a little speechless.

But on the contrary, he also has a sense of mission to work hard to make money, and wants to let the club change to a big house as soon as possible.

"You can sleep anywhere, the living room is more spacey and cool."

And Zhang didn't mind where Liao Jie slept at all, anyway, he was an office worker in his previous life, and the bed in the bedroom was also a hardwood plank bed, and after the lack of cotton blankets in summer, it was the same wherever he slept.

It's just that his room is relatively clean, and there are no insects in the summer, so he sleeps more on the floor and in the living room.

Because not only is it down-to-earth, but when you open the small window at night, it is cool when the night breeze blows outside.

But Liao Jie didn't know, he felt that he still slept on the floor, and left the bed in the house to his respectful and approachable president.

"I'll go into the house and sleep, I'm in good health, I'm not afraid of moisture." After Liao Jie gestured his strong arm, he lay on the ground and didn't know how to move, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

This is indicated by action, and this position he has occupied.

"If it's cold at night, remember to keep the windows closed.." When Zhang Ze saw Liao Jie's appearance, he shook his head and reminded him, and then went into the house to sleep.

The following days.

Liao Jie is also because of his strong body, he does not catch a cold, and he is alive.

In the morning, after having some breakfast downstairs with Zhang Ze, he took a map of the city, walked towards the public stop sign on the street, and began to take the car to the city.

In the evening, he didn't take a taxi to come back, and he came back as soon as possible to catch the last bus.

If he didn't catch up, he would take a night bus bus, get off at the nearest bus stop in the southern suburbs, and jog at home on foot, as a way to exercise.

When I got home, it was around ten o'clock, and it wasn't too late.

And in the past few days, Zhang Ze has not asked Liao Jie to show any cooking skills, and the meals are all eaten downstairs, and they are not expensive.

It's not that Zhang Ze is afraid of tired Liao Jie, but because the house is too small and there are no related facilities such as a kitchen, Liao Jie can't show it if he wants to.