"Chef Feng, do you have any children?"

As soon as he asked this, everyone was stunned, and they didn't know what Zhao Zhuo wanted to say.

After Chef Feng was stunned, he nodded:

"I have a son, but does that have anything to do with what we're discussing?"

Zhao Zhuo nodded:

"It matters."

After a pause, Zhao Zhuo then asked:

"What is your son's job doing now?"

Hearing this question, Chef Feng's face suddenly darkened.

I saw him sigh and then said slowly:

"Alas, my son is also quite sad to say.

He was very interested in the chef's profession and learned a lot of my skills, but he is only a second chef until now, and he is still far from being able to really take charge of the chef on his own."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo basically confirmed his judgment, nodded and said:

"Then if I'm not mistaken, you don't sell these secret recipes, it's also for the sake of your son's future, right?"

Parents all over the world always put their children first.

When Zhao Zhuo saw Chef Feng's determination not to sell his secret recipe no matter how much money he had, he thought about whether Chef Feng might have other concerns.

Now after hearing Chef Feng talk about his son, Zhao Zhuo suddenly determined what he thought in his heart.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Zhuo's words, Chef Feng nodded heavily:

"That's right! That's what I thought!

I thought, one day *** will not move, even if my son is not good, there are a few unique dishes to support, and he can always eat everywhere he goes!"

Chef Feng's statement completely confirmed Zhao Zhuo's conjecture.

After hearing this, Zhao Zhuo suddenly fell into deep thought.

After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Zhuo said:

"Chef Feng, you don't think this will work. I signed a contract with your son to hire him as our culinary consultant for Zhuoyun to specialize in the production of this canned beef."

"Food Consultant?"

Chef Feng frowned when he heard Zhao Zhuo's words, obviously not understanding the meaning of this new word.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhuo further explained:

"The so-called food consultant is the one who is responsible for supervising and knowing the production of this canned braised beef. In terms of salary, I will give him as much salary as you can get in Fengtian Restaurant now. On top of that, for every canned braised beef sold, he gets a 5 percent cut."

Hearing Zhao Zhuo's explanation, Chef Feng understood.

The so-called food consultant is just a façade in the end. After all, with such a large output of canned braised beef, how can it really be made by one person? Mass production for sure.

Therefore, Zhao Zhuo's statement is essentially seeking Chef Feng's secret recipe.

However, Zhao Zhuo did not directly propose to have money to buy it, but accurately figured out what Chef Feng thought in his heart.

Aren't you worried that your son won't be able to mix well in the future, so you have to leave this secret recipe to your son?

Okay, then I'll give your son a job that's stable enough that you don't have to worry about the future anymore.

Zhao Zhuo's proposal can be said to be a direct hit on Chef Feng's pain point.

And the development of things is really as Zhao Zhuo thought.

After hearing this, Chef Feng's eyes lit up at first, and then he couldn't help but say with some hesitation:

"The commission you're talking about... Is it reliable? You can't do this company for three or two days."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun hadn't spoken yet, and Han Lin on the side laughed first.

"Lao Feng, Lao Feng, you really don't have a lot to say this."

Hearing his boss say this, Chef Feng looked at everyone with some confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Seeing this, Han Lin only

Gotta go on to say:

"Mr. Zhao's Zhuoyun Company has assets of tens of millions, as for your secret recipe, the company is gone?"

Hearing the number of tens of millions, Chef Feng's face suddenly became extremely surprised.

With so much money, let alone having it, even if he thinks about it, Chef Feng probably doesn't dare to think about it.

After knowing this, Chef Feng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he looked at Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun.

He was worried that others would figure out his secret recipe, but who knew that there was a big boss worth tens of millions on the other side. Only then did Lao Feng understand that he was thinking too much.

However, tens of millions or tens of millions have nothing to do with Chef Feng. But the division of each canned food has a lot to do with Chef Feng.

Chef Feng smiled to hide his embarrassment, and then asked:

"By the way, Mr. Zhao, you just said that you will get a 5% share, so how much are you going to sell each can?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo thought for a while, and then said to Chef Feng:

"That's what I think, each canned beef is half a catty and sells for ten yuan."

It can be said that such a portion matches such a price, which can be said to be relatively normal.

After all, Zhao Zhuo is not ready to rely on a low-price strategy or a high-end strategy to attract the attention of others, mainly to see the taste of the product itself.

Hearing such a price, Chef Feng silently calculated in his heart: a can sells for ten yuan, and the achievement is five cents. If you can sell 100 pieces a day, that's 50 dollars! If you can do this for a month, then this month is 1,500 yuan!

The salary of 1,500 yuan is several times the salary of my current salary as a chef!

Coupled with what Zhao Zhuo said, he gave his son the same level of salary as himself... Chef Feng felt that his son's bright future was turning into a canned braised beef, beckoning to him.

Thinking of this, Chef Feng suddenly became excited.

As for the sales of canned braised beef, Chef Feng didn't worry about it. After all, if a mass-produced canned braised beef can reach a normal level, there is no problem in selling about a hundred pieces a day.

With such an estimated number in his mind, Chef Feng didn't think much about it.

However, as it turned out later, Chef Feng was still wrong.

Because, the sales of this canned braised beef are not a problem of one or two hundred at all, but have become an amazing sales!

And this commission has slowly developed from several times the level of wages to a huge amount.

At that time, many people persuaded Zhao Zhuo not to give so much money to Chef Feng's son, who could no longer play any role, but they were all sternly rejected by Zhao Zhuo one by one. This made Chef Feng and his son very moved.

Of course, that's for later.

The current Chef Feng, after hearing Zhao Zhuo's words, had already lit up his eyes, and hurriedly nodded wildly.