"Good, you're doing a great job."

Taking the document in Fang Tong's hand, Song Feng carefully looked at the contents on it.

In just a few days, Fang Tong has rented more than a dozen stores and found a large decoration company to be responsible for the decoration of all stores.

According to the time given by the decoration company, in another month, the store can be renovated.

In addition to his excellent action, Fang Tong's divergent thinking is also quite powerful.

Knowing that it was difficult to recruit low-level staff, Fang Tong did not adopt conventional recruitment methods, and chose a different way of thinking and directly contacted the vocational college.

In order to provide internship certificates for fresh graduates majoring in hotel management, and arrange food and accommodation as the conditions, the next employee problem was solved.

The number of students recruited is as high as hundreds, and the school has given full cooperation.

In two days, the school will arrange a special car to transport the students from the next city.

Fang Tong said seriously: "This is my work in the past few days, if you think it's okay, I'll report to you on the next step."

"Okay, you can say it."

Song Feng sorted out the documents in front of him, crossed his hands and waited for Fang Tong's next report.

Fang Tong said: "I promised that the school, in addition to taking good care of this group of students, would also provide these students with free room and board."

"The problem of food is easy to solve, but the problem of accommodation may take a lot of effort, they come over hundreds of people at a time, I plan to apply for a fund, rent dozens of houses in the same community, and ask the renovation company to send a renovation team to come over and temporarily convert the house into a staff dormitory."

The school sent hundreds of students in total, and accommodation was definitely a big problem.

If you settle down in the conventional way, you have to lease at least one or two hundred units for rent, and the investment cost in this area is too great.

And no matter what kind of community, it is difficult to find 200 rental houses.

Fang Tong decided to renovate the rental house and decorate it according to the model of a multi-person dormitory to serve as a staff dormitory.

"I'll transfer the money to you right now."

Song Feng took out his mobile phone and transferred another five million to Fang Tong.

"By the way, there's one more question."

These stores opened by Song Feng in the future are all related to traditional Chinese medicine.

In particular, the medicinal food restaurant, which is said to be a restaurant, is actually a place for health preservation.

Fang Tong employs hundreds of students from the school, and although they have experience in hotel management, they know nothing about traditional Chinese medicine.

I have never been exposed to medicinal diets.

"I'd like to ask a few TCM experts to train them, but I don't know any experts in this area, can you provide me with some candidates?"

"There's no need to be so troublesome, I'll train them myself."

"You?!"

Fang Tong was surprised: "You are a big boss and want to be a trainer yourself?"

"What's the problem?"

Song Feng shrugged his shoulders, he had never regarded himself as a boss, at best he was a traditional Chinese medicine inheritor.

In order to spread Chinese medicine and promote the broad culture of Chinese medicine, Song Feng believes that only he is the most suitable to serve as a lecturer in this area.

Invite other Chinese medicine experts to give lectures, and it is estimated that they will be full of mouths.

God knows if the students who are being trained will be able to understand the words of this group of old experts.

Song Feng is ready to combine the things that modern young people like, which is mixed with relevant knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and medicinal diet.

To equip these students with a certain degree of knowledge of Chinese medicine as quickly as possible.

Seeing that what Song Feng said was like a few treasures and well organized, Fang Tong had the same idea as Song Feng.

Song Feng is indeed the most suitable candidate for the lecturer of traditional Chinese medicine.

A week later, the online public opinion that smeared Song Feng dropped slightly.

After calculating the time, Song Feng felt that the time was almost up, and it was time to go and see Wan Yufan.

Inside a hospital ward.

Wan Yufan looked at the ceiling above his head with a desolate face.

In the space of a month, Wan Yufan suffered countless major blows.

was first sent to the hospital by Song Feng, and after being discharged, he followed Wan Wenhao's instructions and threatened Fang Tong with despicable means to poison Song Feng to death.

The final result was that stealing chickens did not make rice, Song Feng did not lose it, but he was beaten into a cripple.

In order to avenge his son, Wan Qinglong finally died tragically on the spot.

Wan Yufan, who has experienced the destruction of his family, wants to die more than once.

Leaving this world where there is nothing to be nostalgic about.

Although Wan Qingshan and his son paid two billion in compensation afterwards.

But Wan Yufan couldn't move his hands and feet, and he couldn't move on the bed like a waste.

What's the use of asking for so much money?

No matter how much money there is, Wan Yufan can't enjoy it, and the value is worse than waste paper.

"Dangdangdang."

Hearing a knock at the door, Wan Yufan thought it was the nurse who took care of him and came to check the ward, closed his eyes and said, "Come in."

In the next second, the door of the ward was opened.

"I have no hope of recovery, don't waste your time on me."

"No one else has given up on you, why should you give up on yourself?"

An abrupt voice came into Wan Yufan's ears.

Listening to the voice, Wan Yufan opened his eyes violently.

Looking at Song Feng who appeared in front of him, Wan Yufan couldn't wait to get out of bed and die with Song Feng.

If it weren't for Song Feng, he would never have become like this, and his father might not have died.

Song Feng put his hands in his pockets and said calmly, "If you have a weapon in your hand now, you will definitely drop the *** without hesitation, right?"

"Song Feng! You're here to take my life, aren't you? I've lived enough, come on, I will never let you go in the next life."

Unable to move his hands and feet, the enemy appeared in front of him, and Wan Yufan thought that he would definitely die this time.

Since he became paralyzed and his father died because of him, Wan Yufan has nothing to lose.

He cursed Song Feng in a tough tone.

Song Feng appeared, representing that Wan Yufan would definitely die.

He is about to die, and what is he to fear?

Unable to retaliate against Song Feng with his own hands, venting the resentment in his heart by cursing was the only way he could think of to vent it.

Song Feng turned a deaf ear to all kinds of foul language in Wan Yufan's mouth, and pulled a chair and sat down.

Song Feng crossed Erlang's legs and said lightly, "Is enough scolding? If that's enough, let's talk about something else."

"The surname is Song! I have nothing to talk to you about."

Wan Yufan roared hysterically: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become the ghost I am now, and it was because of you that I would have lost my father, I don't share the sky with you, there is only hatred between me, there is nothing else to say."

"Come on, kill me, kill me."

"After going through the ups and downs of life, don't you really have any other ideas?"

Song Feng's tone played with taste: "Your enemy is not only me, aren't Wan Qingshan father and son your enemies?"

"They ......"

Wan Yufan's roar came to an abrupt end.

Song Feng is his enemy, and Wan Qingshan's father and son are not enemies.