Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Chen Zaiguang drove out of Lianzhai, but instead of going directly to Jinbu Industrial Park, he turned into the county town and parked by the construction site on Huanghe North Road. Looking at the construction site, with tower cranes turning and workers busily working, he smoked a cigarette and sighed in frustration.

The shantytown had been completely demolished, and trucks were hauling away rubble. Chen Zaiguang's blue "Zhaoyebai" truck was parked conspicuously next to the construction site.

Huang Bingkun, wearing a white hard hat and with several blueprints tucked under his arm, was talking to someone when he saw Chen Zaiguang's car as soon as he stepped out of the construction site gate. He walked over with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Zaiguang, are you waiting for someone? Are you looking for Zaixing? I'll go in and call him for you," Huang Bingkun asked, looking at Chen Zaiguang's worried face.

"It's nothing, Bingkun, I just had a craving for a cigarette, so I stopped here for a smoke. I'm heading back to the factory now, you go ahead with your work," Chen Zaiguang said, then started the car and drove off.

Wang Wenxi watched the departing "Zhao Ye Bai" with envy, then leaned over to ask his brother-in-law, "Brother-in-law, is that Mr. Chen's third brother?"

"Hmm," Huang Bingkun nodded, and Wang Wenhao asked curiously, "What kind of business does he run?"

"Cafe manager".

"Huh? No way, our CEO Chen's third brother is just a cafeteria manager? Among CEO Chen's brothers, he's the most successful... Hehe, I've been too talkative, I deserve a beating," Wang Wenxi said, begging for forgiveness as his brother-in-law glared at him with murderous intent.

Huang Bingkun stared at his brother-in-law and said, "Remember this, fish and shrimp don't share the same basket. Even if Chen Zaiguang is doing poorly, he's still Zaixing's third brother. How can you look down on him?"

"Besides, all you know is that he's just a cafeteria manager his whole life, while his other four brothers are big bosses now. He could kill you with a fart. You better watch your mouth and watch what you say, or you'll die because of it sooner or later."

In Xiaochi Canteen, Chen Zaiguang's apprentices were waiting for their master to return, while the other chefs had already started preparing the dishes. They wondered why Chen Zaiguang was so late today.

As everyone wondered what was going on, Chen Zaiguang walked in with his car keys, frowning. His eldest apprentice, Huang Wentao, immediately handed him an enamel mug filled with tea. "Master, you're back. I've prepared the dishes for you. You can start cooking now."

Chen Zaiguang nodded without saying a word, casually hung his car keys on the wall, went into the kitchen, put on an apron, and came to the stove. The broth in the pot next to him was boiling and bubbling. He picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of broth, tasted it, and then looked at Huang Wentao.

"Who made this soup?"

Seeing his master's expression, the second apprentice, Lin Zhende, whispered to him, "Master, I made this soup."

Chen Zaiguang glared at him and cursed, "Does salt come free? Are you trying to kill us with saltiness? I've been teaching you for so long, and you still can't make a proper stock. Do you even have a brain when you learn to cook? Add water and make it again!"

Lin Zhende, scolded and too afraid to retort, immediately reached for a spoon to rinse the water in the vat. Chen Zaiguang, enraged, was about to hit him on the head, startling Lin Zhende. Huang Wentao quickly corrected him, whispering, "Zhende, how many times has Master said it? You can't add cold water directly to stock!"

"Oh, I understand, senior brother," Lin Zhende glanced cautiously at his master Chen Zaiguang, and seeing him shake his head and walk to the side, he went to the side to use a basin to rinse the hot water. The other disciples also became cautious when they saw Lin Zhende being scolded by his master, afraid of getting into trouble.

Chen Zaiguang had just picked up a spoon in front of the stove when he put it down again and called out to Huang Wentao, "Wentao, you cook this dish today."

"Okay, Master," Huang Wentao walked over and stood in the spot Chen Zaiguang had given up in front of the stove. He started adding oil and garlic. Once the oil in the pot was hot, Huang Wentao poured the meat in. Chen Zaiguang watched from the side with a frown. If Huang Wentao made a mistake, he would immediately point it out, and his tone was much more stern than before.

Huang Wentao had no idea who had offended his master today, so he became even more careful. After all the dishes were cooked, Chen Zaiguang washed his hands and dried them with a towel before calling Huang Wentao to come out with him. He then walked out of the cafeteria first.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with Master today? Why is he so angry?"

"Yeah, like they've taken a hit of gunpowder."

"Work hard, or the master will yell at us again," Huang Wentao ignored his junior apprentices' complaints and quickly left the cafeteria. Seeing Chen Zaiguang sitting on a bench, he walked over and whispered, "Master, what did you want to see me about?"

"Wentao, sit down," Chen Zaiguang gestured for Huang Wentao to sit down, tapped his hand on the peony soft tobacco pack, and handed one to Huang Wentao. Huang Wentao took it with both hands, took out a match and lit it for Chen Zaiguang first, and then lit it himself.

"Wentao, you've been with me for five years now, haven't you?"

"It's been five years, Master. I started working in the meat processing plant's kitchen the first year, and I was working under you," Huang Wentao said, wondering why his master, Chen Zaiguang, was suddenly asking this.

"I'm planning to resign from this job. From now on, you, the senior brother, will have to take care of the canteen and those junior brothers," Chen Zaiguang said, smoking a cigarette.

Huang Wentao looked at his master with surprise, "Master, where are you planning to go after you quit your job? I'll go with you, wherever you go, I'll go!"

"That won't do. Your master resigned this time because he plans to go it alone," Chen Zaiguang said, looking at him. "Xiaochi belongs to my cousin Zaidong. You can't leave, at least not for a while. You've been with me for five years and have learned most of the skills. You can start your own business and become a master chef."

"Master, I can learn more skills by following you. If you plan to open your own shop, I will help you manage the kitchen."

"No need. The restaurant that Master is going to open this time doesn't need a chef like you. Even an apprentice can do it. If you go there, your skills will go to waste," Chen Zaiguang said, patting his shoulder. "Focus on improving your cooking skills. In the future, when I open a big restaurant, I'll have you, my prized disciple, come and cook for me."

Huang Wentao didn't know what kind of work his master was talking about that apprentices could do, but since his master had said so, he couldn't say anything more and could only nod.

"After I leave, I'll talk to the company and have you take over the position of cafeteria manager. Do a good job, I've already given my cousin my assurance, don't embarrass your mentor."

"I understand, Master. I'll go in now; I still have some work to finish."

"Okay, go in. Don't tell your junior brothers about this yet. Zhende is good at everything in cooking, but he can be a bit careless sometimes. You have to keep a close eye on him," Chen Zaiguang added.

Huang Wentao nodded, walked back to the kitchen without saying anything, and Chen Zaiguang exhaled smoke, having made up his mind to resign and start his own business!