Chapter 1076 Sister Xie
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yangming finally finished organizing and writing everything. He reviewed it carefully again, and after making sure there were no problems, he opened the company's OA system, logged in with the account he had just opened today, found Sun Yaoliang's email address, and then packaged the information and sent it over.
After sending the information, Song Yangming picked up the phone and called Sun Yaoliang, telling him that he had already emailed the information to him. Sun Yaoliang said, "I know," and then hung up the phone.
After sending out the information, Song Yangming originally thought that Sun Yaoliang would quickly reply to his email or call him, and then talk to him about the content or his opinions.
But after waiting for more than ten minutes, Sun Yaoliang did not respond. Song Yangming originally planned to call to ask, but he put the phone down as soon as he picked it up. Because he thought that he was Sun Yaoliang's assistant, and Sun Yaoliang was his superior, how could a subordinate urge his superior?
Besides, Sun Yaoliang naturally has his own way of arranging work. As an assistant, Song Yangming only works according to Sun Yaoliang's arrangements and requirements.
Thinking of this, Song Yangming suppressed his temper and did not ask. He took a booklet from the table. This booklet and several other booklets placed aside were all about the organizational structure of various departments within Si Te, as well as some internal information and so on.
These things were given to him by Lao Tang, and Song Yangming had not had time to read them yet. Now that he had nothing to do, he started to read these things. It was a thin booklet, and Song Yangming read it very seriously. He studied and pondered while reading, and from time to time he took a pen to make some notes in a notebook.
Time passed quickly and it was almost time to get off work. Song Yangming looked at the electronic clock on the table and was wondering whether he should go to Sun Yaoliang's place when the phone on the table suddenly rang.
"Hello, this is the general manager's assistant office, I'm Song Yangming..."
"I'm Song Yuanchao!" A very familiar voice came from the phone.
"Dad... not... Chairman..." Song Yangming was stunned. He never expected that the person who called him was his father Song Yuanchao.
"Come over to my place now!" Song Yuanchao said this simply and clearly, and hung up the phone without waiting for Song Yangming to answer.
Song Yangming was stunned for a moment, then he hung up the phone and stood up.
Song Yangming had to go immediately after being summoned by his father and the chairman. But as soon as he left his office, Song Yangming hesitated and went to Sun Yaoliang's office next door. When he got there, he knocked on the door. Sun Yaoliang said, "Come in," and Song Yangming pushed the door open and walked in.
"Yangming? What's the matter?" Sun Yaoliang was reading documents. He looked up and saw that it was Song Yangming, so he asked.
Song Yangming did not hide anything and directly told him about Song Yuanchao calling him to the office. Sun Yaoliang nodded and said, "Since the chairman called you, you should go." Song Yangming responded and then closed the door and left.
As soon as Song Yangming left, Sun Yaoliang picked up the phone in front of him and dialed.
“It’s me!”
"What's going on? This brat comes to your place?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile on the phone.
"Haha, you as a father really understand your son. After he received your call, he came to me to report first, and then reached your place a few minutes later." Sun Yaoliang said with a smile on the phone.
"Hahaha, I told you, this kid still has some sense of propriety in his head. Come on, remember to bring me that pack of cigarettes tomorrow." Song Yuanchao said proudly on the other end of the phone.
"Okay! Just admit defeat. I won't say anything else. He'll be here soon. I'm going to hang up first. Can we talk again tomorrow?"
"good!"
After saying that, they both hung up the phone at the same time. After hanging up the phone, Sun Yaoliang lit a cigarette with a smile in his eyes. The computer screen in front of him showed the report that Song Yangming had emailed to him before. He had read it three times. He had to say that Song Yangming was quite capable. Although it was his first day at work, he was quite satisfied with the report he produced. Moreover, Song Yangming not only sorted out and made plans according to the content of the meeting, but also carried out scientific coordination, which was much more perfect than the initial plan.
Moreover, Song Yangming did not add his own ideas to the text. All the content was based on discussions and approval. This was very valuable and made Sun Yaoliang particularly satisfied.
If the total score is 100, Sun Yaoliang could give Song Yangming more than 80 points. As for the deducted points, it was because Song Yangming did not understand or did not understand some situations well enough, but this was not a problem with Song Yangming himself, but because he had been there for too short a time.
The chairman's office was not far from the general manager's office, and Song Yangming arrived there in a short while.
Raising his hand and knocking on the door, Song Yuanchao said, "Come in," and Song Yangming pushed the door open and walked in.
"Chairman..."
"Are you here?" Song Yuanchao was packing his things and looked like he was about to get off work.
"Have you finished today's work?" Song Yuanchao asked.
Song Yangming nodded and said it was done. Song Yuanchao didn't say anything and said directly: "It's time to get off work. Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner."
"Chairman... No! Dad, I'm with Uncle Sun..." Song Yangming was stunned. He didn't expect that Song Yuanchao called him over for this matter.
"I've already informed Lao Sun that he won't arrange overtime for you since it's your first day at work today. What are you still standing there for? Come on! This is an office, and there's no food for you."
After saying that, Song Yuanchao called Song Yangming to leave. The two of them left the office one after the other and then got into the elevator.
In the elevator, Song Yuanchao seemed to remember something and asked Song Yangming if he drove here. Song Yangming said yes, and then asked where his car was parked. Song Yangming answered, and then Song Yuanchao took out his mobile phone and called his driver, asking the driver not to pick him up today. Then he and Song Yangming went to the first floor together, and then went to the parking lot outside and got into Song Yangming's car.
Song Yangming drove the car and Song Yuanchao directed the way, and they left the company. About half an hour later, they came to an ordinary-looking alley. Song Yuanchao pointed out to Song Yangming to park the car in an open space outside the alley, then got out of the car and led him inside.
This alley is not wide and is quite old. There are ordinary houses on both sides of the alley. This is Song Yangming's first time here. He looked around curiously. After a while, Song Yuanchao took him to the door of a house and raised his hand to knock on the closed door.
Soon, the door opened. A neatly dressed woman in her fifties opened the door and greeted Song Yuanchao enthusiastically when she saw him: "Mr. Song, you are here!"
"Thank you, Sister. Thank you for your help."
"I have to thank you for taking care of my family's business. This is your son, right? He looks really like you." Sister Xie said with a smile, and at the same time glanced at Song Yangming behind Song Yuanchao.
"This is Sister Xie. You can call her Aunt Xie from now on."
"Hello, Aunt Xie." Song Yangming called out quickly, but he was wondering where this Aunt Xie came from. Didn't Daddy say he would take him to dinner? Why did he bring him here? This looked like Aunt Xie's home.
"Hello, hello, please come in." Sister Xie greeted them warmly. Song Yuanchao took Song Yangming to the inner yard. After they came in, Sister Xie closed the door and led them inside.
When Song Yangming got inside, he saw that the main room was decorated like a restaurant. He finally understood what was going on. This should be a private restaurant. The so-called private restaurant is a special restaurant that only accepts a small number of customers and is not open to the public.
Usually private restaurants are run at home, without any signs outside, relying on reputation and word of mouth to attract customers. Moreover, customers need to make reservations to eat here, and they don't even have the right to order dishes. What to eat after arriving is completely arranged by the owner, unlike ordinary restaurants where the chef cooks whatever the customer orders.
This kind of private restaurant also exists in Shanghai, but Song Yangming has never been there. After all, he is not Song Yuanchao, he is a young man, and although young people are curious about this kind of private restaurant with many rules, they usually don't have the patience to make reservations in advance and wait so long to go and eat there.
As for some restaurants that hang signs claiming to have private dishes, these are completely fake. The real private dishes are like what Sister Xie’s has. The place is not big, there are not many people, and the environment and dining are no different from at home.
After sitting down, Sister Xie first served Song Yuanchao and the others a pot of tea. The tea used was Maofeng. Nanjing is closer to Huizhou, so most of the good tea used is from there instead of Longjing.
In fact, Maofeng is also a good tea. The best Maojian is no worse than the top-grade Longjing, but it is not as famous.
After serving tea, Sister Xie smiled at Song Yuanchao and left. Needless to say, she was going to prepare the meal. Eating at a private restaurant requires patience. It is not like a restaurant where you sit down and the dishes are served one by one. After all, each dish takes time and effort to make, and there are limited staff here. Sister Xie is the owner and the chef here. In addition to her, there is a relative who helps. The two of them support this private restaurant.
"Have some tea first, dinner will have to wait." Song Yuanchao picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea. He pushed one of the cups to Song Yangming, picked up the cup himself, blew on it, took a sip, and nodded slightly.
Song Yuanchao lit up a cigarette and said, "I have known Sister Xie for twenty years, back when we were in Nandu."
"Aunt Xie used to be an employee of Nandu?" Song Yangming was stunned.
Song Yuanchao nodded. "She was originally in the packaging workshop. At that time, I had just arrived at Nandu and served as the deputy factory director. When I was in Nandu, I would go to the workshop every day to see the work situation on the front line. That's when I met Sister Xie."
Song Yuanchao talked about the past of Sister Xie, who used to work in the packaging workshop of Nandu, and Song Yuanchao knew her at that time. Later, Song Yuanchao went to the first branch factory, but he still kept in touch with some employees of Nandu during the first branch factory period. Every time he went to Nandu for a meeting, he would go to the workshop to visit his old colleagues.
Sister Xie’s husband is also from Nandu. The couple worked in the same unit. They had a child who was about the same age as Song Yangming. Sister Xie’s husband later died of illness. After her husband passed away, Sister Xie did not look for another husband. Instead, she took on the burden of the family and raised the child.
The child was very hardworking and was admitted to a prestigious foreign university with a full scholarship. He has now graduated and is working and living abroad. Originally, I planned to let Sister Xie go abroad to live with him and spend his old age, but Sister Xie went there for a month and felt uncomfortable so she came back.
After returning to Jinling, Sister Xie thought it would be a shame to have nothing to do after retirement. Since she was a good cook, she thought about it and came up with this private dish, using the kitchen at home.
After Song Yuanchao found out, he came here several times. He recognized Sister Xie's cooking skills and introduced many good customers to her. As time went by, this private restaurant gradually became famous in the circle. From no one cared about it at the beginning to now requiring reservations a week in advance to eat it, but even so, Sister Xie had no intention of expanding the business. It was only open six days a week, with a maximum of eight people per table per day, and Sister Xie had to take a day off on Sundays.
In fact, some people have suggested to Sister Xie why she doesn’t open a few more tables and hire a few helpers if she is too busy. But Sister Xie rejected all these suggestions. She smiled and said that she actually doesn’t lack money anymore. She does this business just for her hobby and to pass the time. If she turns her hobby into a career, it will go against Sister Xie’s original intention.
In addition, Sister Xie believes that cooking requires energy and time, so Sister Xie personally selects and processes all the ingredients to make satisfying meals. If the scale is expanded, she will not have the energy, and it will no longer be a private dish, and the taste will not be guaranteed.
