Chapter 135 My White-Eyed Wolf Sisters (25)

Wang Qinghui screamed and rushed to Yu Guang's room: "It's too hot, it's really too hot. Do you know how many people came to check out our products?"

While typing on the keyboard out of the corner of his eye, he grabbed the apron and threw it to Wang Qinghui: "If you don't want to eat dumplings for lunch, let's make some noodles!"

Wang Qinghui responded quickly, tied up his apron quickly, and started kneading noodles and beating eggs. At the same time, he was not idle: "Let me tell you, we are just making the official website homepage now, and we will start publishing it later when we publish advertisements." Yes, we will send it."

This was not what excited him the most. What made him happiest was that people like Yao Yuan who had been silent for a long time began to contact him frantically, asking him insinuatingly whether he had any good ways to make money.

He could swear that this was definitely the most sincere time those people had ever called him Young Master Wang.

Wang Qinghui trembled with excitement when he thought of the sincerity of those people who put him on a equal footing and wanted to ask him out for dinner.

Out of the corner of his eye he raised his eyelids casually: "Don't put any colored sauce in my noodles."

This guy is particularly obsessed with colors recently, and the noodles he makes come in a variety of colors, and they are also called multi-color vegetable noodles.

Other colors are fine, but purple and blue foods look really unappetizing.

Wang Qinghui poured the mint sauce for a moment, then grabbed two more handfuls of noodles and diluted it so that it was not so obvious.

Really, how can it be so uninteresting? I wonder if life needs color.

The dough took shape again, and his mouth started chattering again: "I feel that we should launch a limited pre-sale to whet their appetite and let them pay a deposit first."

Out of the corner of his eye, he casually snorted: "I want crab roe sauce. There are crabs in the refrigerator that the butler just delivered."

Wang Qinghui put the risen dough in a basin to rest, then took out the crabs from the refrigerator and steamed them in preparation for the yellow: "If you ask me, you should use local spokespersons in different countries, why do you have to have a global spokesperson? He looks too ordinary, ugh!"

This thing is so tenacious that it pinched his hand.

She leaned back slightly from the corner of her eye, and the next second, the pen in her hand flew directly towards the crab, poking it through.

The crab, which had lost its vitality, tried its best to give Wang Qinghui a fatal blow. After hearing Wang Qinghui's scream, it completely stopped moving.

Wang Qinghui walked to Yu Guang with a sad face: "He's bleeding."

Yu Guang nodded seriously: "Wear gloves when cooking. Blood flowing in will affect the taste."

Wang Qinghui curled his lips, and after a simple bandage, he put on disposable gloves resignedly, but he kept talking: "It would be great to have this money for me, and I am no worse than him in appearance."

I thought that Yu Guang would give me a perfunctory uh-huh, but unexpectedly Yu Guang actually said uh-huh: "You will come when his endorsement period is over."

Wang Qinghui's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect the rest of his sentence to come out: "When it's time to take off your clothes and show off your muscles, what are you going to show off?"

Wang Qinghui looked down at his round belly: "Actually, I also have abdominal muscles."

Such a big abdominal muscle, can't you see it from the corner of your eye?

Out of the corner of his eye he pushed up his glasses: "It's good. You can pick him up when he comes down."

She basically doesn't deceive people.

Although it was not clear whether Yu Guang was mocking himself, Wang Qinghui still squeezed his round belly quietly: yoga really didn't help him much, or he should change his diet.

Crab roe noodles take a long time, and it is already two hours after the noodles are cooked.

Looking happily at the plate full of crab roe noodles in front of him, Wang Qinghui couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this is life!

Sitting in a safe place, surrounded by friends you can trust, and having a career that you are fighting for, what should you do if you suddenly feel moved?

Just when Wang Qinghui was thinking about whether he should cry twice to cheer Yu Guang up, Zhao Shi came in from outside: "Fortunately, I made it in time for dinner, I'm exhausted."

After that, he directly dragged Wang Qinghui's noodles in front of him and took a sip: "It tastes pretty good!"

I didn’t expect such authentic crab roe noodles to be found abroad.

He has been exhausted these past two days.

Yu Guang really didn't regard him as an outsider, and actually directly handed over the factory to him.

All information and materials related to the factory are completely disclosed to him, and we don't even worry about whether he will pass the information back.

Yu Guang was so generous that he felt that if he didn't work hard, he wouldn't be worthy of the trust.

You may even forget that you are not actually an employee of Yu Guang

Wang Qinghui recovered from his daze and jumped up screaming: "This is my face."

Zhao Shi waved his hand lazily: "It's okay, I don't dislike you!"

He was starving to death.

Wang Qinghui angrily tore his mouth open: "I dislike you, spit it out."

Zhao Shi stood up quickly holding the plate: "You can't eat it if you spit it out. If it's really not possible, go to the toilet and wait. I'll return it to you after digesting it."

Wang Qinghui was jealous that Yu Guang would smile at Zhao Shi, and Zhao Shi was also curious about the difference between Yu Guang and Wang Qinghui.

Whenever the two of them meet, they will definitely get into a fight.

Seeing the dispute starting again, Yu Guang calmly turned on the TV and continued to watch her pay channels while eating.

The two of them have long been accustomed to Yu Guang's special hobby.

That genius didn't have any weird hobbies. As long as they didn't feel embarrassed in their peripheral vision, they could just pretend they were watching a movie.

After finishing the last bite of noodles, Zhao Shi stopped jumping up and down and put the empty plate into Wang Qinghui's hand: "It tastes good. You can lick the plate yourself."

Just as Wang Qinghui was about to hit Zhao Shi on the head with a plate, he also raised the empty plate out of the corner of his eye and said, "You're done eating. Let's take it and wash it."

Wang Qinghui took the plate, walked to the cupboard angrily, took out the crab roe noodles that had been reserved in advance, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Bastard, I deserve to have you jumping up and down and having indigestion for letting you take my face.

After just two bites, Zhao Shi licked his face and came over: "You must have saved it for me, you are such a nice person."

In fact, Wang Qinghui's character is still very good, so it's no wonder that Yu Guang chose him as a partner.

Wang Qinghui angrily turned around and ignored him: You bastard, you should starve to death.

The two people here were staring at each other, and suddenly from the corner of their eyes, they said: "How are the supplies now?"

Zhao Shi quickly replied: "The current output value of the factory cannot meet the supply, and the production of two thousand per day is already the limit."

Overtime work is not popular in factories here. Not only is labor expensive, but workers will automatically get off work when the time comes.

They clamored to sue the police even after blocking a column for a while. There was really no other way.

Yu Guang smiled and nodded: "If you have any good ideas, as long as you don't violate my rules, it's okay to do whatever you want, because I only want production."

After understanding what Yu Guang meant, Zhao Shi couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. What is output? It is countless jobs and the accompanying economic circulation. For him, this is good news.