spring bite mark

Chapter 146 Feeding and Management
Half an hour later, several vans bearing the logos of various brands pulled up in front of Muchan Studio.

One by one, staff members got out of the van, carrying tablets and record boards.

Two bodyguards stepped forward, exchanged a few words with him, and then led a group of people into the Twilight Studio.

Jiang Rong had already finished her live stream and went to greet her, slightly frowning: "This is?"

The bodyguard said, "Starting today, our young master will be preparing afternoon tea for Mu Chan Studio. They are the ones who provide afternoon tea."

Jiang Rongzai carefully examined the bodyguard and recognized him as the personal bodyguard of the top-ranking guy who had been causing a ruckus in the area recently. He paused for a moment.
"There's really no need for that. We appreciate your sentiments. We have no relation to your young master..."

The bodyguard didn't respond, but stepped aside and gestured to the group of business staff.

The staff members immediately lined up and introduced themselves warmly and respectfully:
"Dear guests, I am Xiao Yu from GC Bakery. From now on, GC will provide afternoon tea for you every Monday and Thursday afternoon. In order to provide better service, I have brought twenty of the most classic Western desserts and thirty of the best-selling drinks from the store for you to try. Then, we will customize the afternoon tea according to your personal preferences."

"Greetings, distinguished guests! We are staff from Jinse Guofeng Restaurant. From now on, we will be serving you a modern Chinese afternoon tea every Tuesday and Friday. Today, we have brought fifteen samples for you to try..."

"Greetings, distinguished guests! I am a staff member of Hongyunlou Hotel. We are responsible for your afternoon tea every Wednesday, and on weekends when there is overtime work. I will send you an app later, which lists more than 300 types of afternoon tea available in the store. Please add notes according to your preferences."

The employees of Muchan, who had been working quietly, had complicated and dazed expressions.

GC's reputation in the baking world is like Rolls-Royce in the luxury car world. Even a small, palm-sized cake costs three figures. The dessert samples brought by the staff are exquisite and luxurious. People usually only see them online or glimpse them in the shop window. They are either 666 or 888, and there are even a few four-figure money-burning items.

As for Jinse Chinese Style Restaurant, it has recently become incredibly popular in Beijing's food scene. Regardless of the taste of its traditional Chinese pastries such as glass cups and hundred-flower pastries, their exquisite designs have left even those accustomed to traditional Chinese elements in awe. It is said that the prices are extremely high, but the restaurant is always fully booked, with reservations booked a month in advance.

Let's not even mention Hongyunlou Hotel; it's the pinnacle of Chinese cuisine in Beijing, boasting several world-class chefs. A family gathering there can easily cost hundreds of thousands. Even their cheapest afternoon tea is far superior to a mere slice of cake…

The top-ranked guy is rich, but he has no relatives or friends. Even if he's rich, he can't just squander it like that...

This benefit is equivalent to their monthly salary.

"Excuse me, everyone, I need to ask our boss about this first."

Jiang Rong turned around and went to find Jiang Manman.

Jiang Manman had no idea that her good son had been comforting his subordinates on her behalf. When she saw Jiang Rong come in looking troubled, she was slightly taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"Well, that top-ranked guy is sending afternoon tea again." Jiang Rong's tone was a bit sour. "Before, apart from occasionally sending bird's nest or something, most of the time it was milk tea that cost tens of yuan a cup. Although it was a bit expensive, we could accept it with trepidation. Today, he brought GC, Jinse Guofeng Restaurant and Hongyunlou. With just these few restaurants, we have twenty or thirty employees, and we have to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan a month. It's neither reasonable nor fair."

Jiang Manman fell silent.

"Madam, last time you said that after Chairman Yan returned, you would have him talk to Yu Yu. I wonder if they have met yet?" Jiang Rong probed tactfully. "These days, the number one guy on the list is becoming more and more blatant in his flattery towards you. Chairman Yan is also a very possessive person. He's bound to cause a huge uproar."

Jiang Manman looked at her trusted assistant. It's hard to say about others, but Jiang Rong often helped her with personal matters, so it was better to be clear about some things.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Thank you for the invitation..."

Jiang Rong's expression changed: "Madam, I really haven't recovered from the fact that you suddenly have two more sons. But the waters run deep in the top-tier wealthy families. Don't worry, I promise I won't ask too many questions or say anything reckless."

“No, what I was trying to say was,” Jiang Manman said seriously, “Yan Yu, Xie Jian—when you meet someone, don’t you think of anything?”

Jiang Rong looked bewildered: "What does this remind you of?"

Jiang Manman gently pressed her temples: "Yan Yu, the 'Yu' in 'meet,' refers to the top-ranked person." Jiang Rong: "..."

Jiang Manman spoke again: "Of course, his behavior this time was indeed inappropriate. Go and call him in, I'll talk to him. As for afternoon tea, since everyone is here, let's stick to this for the week. Later, you can come up with a plan to add an afternoon tea perk for everyone, within reasonable limits."

Jiang Rong left, feeling quite pleased with himself.

He walked straight to Shan Shan's workstation, and when he looked at Yan Yu again, his eyes were completely different, filled with an indescribable complexity.

"Brother," he said respectfully, "the Madam wants you to come in."

Yan Yu silently slid off her chair.

With legs shorter than the chair, Jiang Rong instinctively reached out to support it, saying, "Brother, slow down."

Yan Yu said slowly, "Uncle, don't call me brother, it messes up the generations."

After saying that, he walked towards Jiang Manman's office.

Shan Shan looked at Jiang Rong as if he were crazy: "Assistant Jiang, why do you call Young Master Yan Yu 'brother'?"

"Don't ask." Jiang Rong wiped his face, swallowing the words, "If you had known he was number one, you would have called him 'brother' too."

At the same time, I felt very emotional. As a family, if you have money, you can just give it to your wife in a proper and private way. Why do you have to play with tipping? In the end, you watch helplessly as the platform takes half of it. Don't you feel the pain of having so much money?
At night, Yan Changye returned to the hotel.

After the family of four finished washing up and snuggled into bed, Jiang Manman briefly recounted what had happened during the day: "You haven't been in charge of the children's spending, have you?"

Yan Changye gave his eldest son a deep look: "In the past, I only thought that as long as spending money could make him happy, I could spend it however I wanted, but from now on I have to keep an eye on him."

Yan Yu looked at him blankly.

“Your actions today…” Yan Changye carefully chose his words, “Your starting point was for Mom’s sake, which is admirable. But from a management perspective, it was terrible and will complicate Mom’s future management work.”

At the banquet, he humbly sought his guidance: "Why?"

"For example, if they only earn 30,000 yuan a month, the level of afternoon tea they indulge in is not commensurate with their salary, which can create a huge psychological gap. It's fine to do it occasionally, but if it becomes a daily routine, it's definitely not a good thing."

Seeing the child's increasingly bewildered expression, Yan Changye stopped his long-winded explanation, realizing that talking to a brick wall was definitely not a wise move. "Forget it, you won't understand if I say too much. I'll take you to my company more often for on-site instruction."

Jiang Manman asked softly, "Won't it have a bad influence if I bring the child to the company?"

“Taking him out to play will naturally have a bad influence,” Yan Changye said calmly. “But as the heir, it’s acceptable for him to participate in some small matters of the company from now on. When I was his age, I was already serving tea and water to the old man in the office and reading documents to him.”

"What about me?" Xie Jian leaned in with a soft little face. "Daddy, shall I go? I can serve tea too!"

"As for you, it depends on the situation," Yan Changye said vaguely.

Jiang Manman looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

Yan Changye coughed lightly and said tactfully, "Based on experience, A Yu can understand one or two out of ten sentences, but as for Xie Jian... of course, Xie Jian is not bad as a source of joy."

(End of this chapter)