Chapter 329 I am still in the system
"Please sit down first." Wang Deming was a little confused and called Sister Tao to serve tea, good tea.

"Mr. Song, wasn't I sent out by the capital as a gift? At the beginning, they told me to be a health care doctor here. But they didn't tell me where to report and who to provide health care for? There wasn't even a contact person."

At this point, Wang Deming was full of grievances: "Mr. Song, in Hong Kong, besides knowing Mr. Huo and finding a place to stay, I don't know what else to do!"

"Well, don't be the first to complain!" Mr. Song waved his hand to stop him from talking. "Come on, take me on a tour first."

"Tsk tsk, your living conditions are worse than even our leaders'. Are you still feeling wronged?"

Wang Deming had no choice but to stand up and show him around: "Mr. Song, this house is borrowed by Mr. Huo and I to live in temporarily."

Of course, they just toured the first floor. After returning to the living room and sitting down again, Mr. Song pointed at him with his finger and said, "Comrade Deming, you have been in Hong Kong for a month, right? Have you been to the Xinhua News Agency in Hong Kong? No, right?"

"Xinhua News Agency is our highest representative agency here. Do you need your leader to tell you this?"

"When you arrived at the Xinhua News Agency, didn't you know your mission? Didn't you know where you should report?"

Wang Deming opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise, "No. Xinhua News Agency? Isn't this a news agency?"

"Can't news organizations represent the country? Even if you don't know to go to Xinhua News Agency," Mr. Song glanced at the newspapers on the table and said, "You can also contact Wenhui Daily and Ta Kung Pao. Don't you read the newspaper every day?"

Wang Deming closed his mouth and murmured, "You mean I won't take the initiative?"

"Okay, I won't pursue your mistake of delaying your arrival. If we hadn't seen an advertisement in the newspaper that this house was opening a Shandong cuisine restaurant and recruiting chefs, we really wouldn't have known you were here."

Wang Deming blinked in confusion.

"We talked to Mr. Alexei about importing grain in this house before."

"That's why I guessed you came here." Mr. Song glanced at him and snorted, "Humph, otherwise we would have thought you had gone abroad."

He looked around again, "Mr. Alexei doesn't live here anymore?"

"He moved to the Peninsula Hotel." Wang Deming answered honestly.

"Alright! Let's not talk about him anymore." Mr. Song crossed his legs and picked up the teacup to smell it first: "Hmm, not bad, a top-quality Da Hong Pao."

"The organization has always had doubts about your arrangement." He sipped his tea and said, "Your main job is a Chinese medicine doctor. It stands to reason that it is not wrong to arrange for you to be a health care doctor here."

"But in view of your outstanding performance in foreign affairs, the organization hopes that you can continue to make more contributions in foreign trade."

"China Resources is primarily responsible for the country's import and export trade, so arranging you to work in China Resources will also allow you to better utilize your strengths."

Wang Deming interrupted him: "Mr. Song, so my work relationship has been transferred to China Resources? What position?"

"This" Mr. Song avoided the question and said: "Anyway, it doesn't matter what position you hold, we are all serving the country."

Wang Deming rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I am a free man."

Use it if it’s useful, put it aside if it’s useless. It’s no different from what I thought before.

"Okay, that's it for today. We'll discuss your work arrangements in detail when you report to the company on Harbour Road in Wan Chai tomorrow."

Mr. Song saw Sister Tao leading two middle-aged and elderly people in. The older one was wearing an old-fashioned long gown, and the younger one was wearing a low-quality suit. They were timid and carried a large wooden box on their backs. At the same time, Zhang Shouchun's three daughters also came down from the second floor and looked at him curiously.

He stood up and said goodbye: "I came here mainly to confirm whether you have arrived in Hong Kong safely."

Then he got into the car at the gate of the manor and left quickly.

"Deming, who is he?"

"One of the persons in charge of China Resources in Hong Kong." "Huh? How did he get here?"

Wang Deming spread his hands and said, "I thought we were out of the system after we left Beijing. I didn't expect that I was still in the system."

Zhang Shouchun frowned slightly and asked, "Should we go see a doctor?"

"I'm not sure about that. They said we'll go to the company to discuss it tomorrow. We'll see then. Anyway, it doesn't matter what I do."

"Okay, just keep it in mind."

As soon as Zhang Shouchun and Wang Deming finished speaking, Sister Tao immediately led the visitors over and leaned forward slightly: "Sir, Madam, these two gentlemen said they wanted to taste the dishes."

"Okay, take them to the kitchen. They can use whatever dishes are at home. Cook the ones you are good at first."

Just as Tao Jie turned around, the old man spoke, "Don't worry, sir, since this is a food tasting, we will definitely cook whatever you want. If it doesn't taste good, we will turn around and leave immediately."

"If you feel that we have wasted your food, just name a price and we will compensate you accordingly."

"Oh, you are so particular! Your accent means you are from Beijing, right?" Wang Deming was stunned at first, then he gave a thumbs up, "Okay, I won't ask you which big restaurant you worked in before. Shouchun, let's order the dishes."

"Okay!"

Then she said a bunch of dish names: "Simmered Four Treasures, Pot-fried Yellow Croaker, Yangguan Tripe, Cabbage and Purple Abalone, and Clear Soup Xishi Tongue"

"Oh, you are a foodie! Just wait."

The old man gave Zhang Shouchun a thumbs up, then extended his hand to Tao Jie and said, "Please lead the way."

Wang Deming and Zhang Shouchun smiled at each other and said, "He must be so confident. He must be from a restaurant in Beijing or Shandong."

"Let's see. I hope I can make authentic Shandong cuisine."

Soon, a table of delicious dishes was served. The old man stood aside with his middle-aged apprentice and explained: "The protagonist needs to taste the dishes in a hurry, and the soup is not good enough. As the saying goes, the singing voice is the chef's soup. When it comes to cooking, 7% of the effort lies in the soup."

"The dishes on the table today are just so-so. Please try them first."

Wang Deming and his friends all picked up a piece of abalone and after tasting it carefully, they all nodded in agreement, "Well, it tastes different from the abalone that Chef Peng of Tan's family used to make."

"Oh, no wonder you guys are so sensitive about food. Tan's cuisine is the official cuisine. They are good at stewing, especially shark fins, abalone and other seafood."

"Have you known Master Peng before?"

"Hey, we are all diligent, how can we not know each other?"

"Master, what's your name?"

"My last name is Meng, the same as Confucius and Mencius."

"Master Meng, your cooking skills are beyond reproach. Let's do as we agreed in the newspaper. You will be the chef, and you will be responsible for buying groceries and cooking. How do you think?"

"Don't worry! I'm too old to take care of all these troubles. You should take care of it. You can pay us two wages, provide us with a place to stay, and share the profits at the end of the year."

"That's fine, Sister Tao, please arrange a car to take these two masters back."

After the driver of Wang's residence sent the two to their destination, the middle-aged man asked after they got off the car: "Master, why don't we hire a chef? We can earn more money that way!"

(End of this chapter)