Seeing that everyone was very enthusiastic, Zhao Hao immediately spread out large rice paper, took out the sheep hair brush and Hui inkstone bought for Zhao Shouzheng. He personally served him and asked Zhao Jin to inscribe the plaque.

"This is not right." Zhao Jin was quite moved, but he also took the overall situation into consideration: "When I am a mate, how can I put a bad name on the plaque? It's unlucky..."

Zhao Hao said with a sigh: "Sir, this is a bad word. You are two Jinshi, the emperor Feng Xian! If it weren't for this, how could a mere hotel in Caijiaxiang have the honor to ask Mr. to write an inscription?"

Everyone also persuaded him not to fight.

Zhao Jin insisted on not taking the pen and said, "It will also affect business."

Everyone stopped talking, after all, no one wanted to affect business.

"The so-called justice is in the hearts of the people. The gentleman is pleading for the people. It is a matter of taking responsibility for all the people! At least those with a little conscience will never fail to come to the door." Only Zhao Hao was still stubborn and said: "That kind of business that does not distinguish right from wrong, and is blind, is fine if you don't do it!

The high-speed blacksmith naturally followed Zhao Hao's head and immediately said loudly: "Young master is right. The old man admires the most is Mr. Zhao! Those who are not happy will not come, so we will not serve you!"

On Fang De's side, everything was praised by Zhao Hao, and of course he would not sing a opposite tune with the boss, so he immediately agreed.

Yu Jiachang was already in pairs with Zhao Jin and had a close relationship, so naturally he could only be happy for him.

I saw Lao Jia gently stroke Zhao Jin's back and choked and said, "Old Zhao, I'll just say, you have taken a good apprentice and you are going to transfer luck..."

Zhao Jin could no longer hold it back and shed tears.

Since January of the 32nd year of Jiajing, he has been sentenced for fourteen years for his words, and has been in full swing in various garrisons. Not only has he been displaced, but he has suffered humiliation and torture. Over the years, although Zhao Jin is still alive, his heart has long been dead and cold...

But at this moment, in the young man's sincere and kindness, he felt that his heart was warm again, and his tears became hot.

If he had accepted this apprentice at the breakfast stall before, he had a little intention of rushing the duck to put it on the shelves. But now, he had no reluctance to think about it, but instead began to worry that he would never lose this apprentice...

After a long time, Zhao Jinfang calmed down and then took the pen presented by Zhao Hao and steadily wrote three powerful Zhao style regular characters "Extremely Fresh" on the paper.

Although Zhao Hao couldn't understand calligraphy, he was right to let go of praise.

After everyone finished their wine, the moji was gone. Zhao Hao asked Gao Wu to take the calligraphy of General Gao to the street outside Gulou to carve a plaque. Such a fine work could not be done by the carpenter's shop in Caijiaxiang.

He assigned tasks to the rest of the people. Zhao Jin was asked to assist Fang De in the style design of the restaurant. Yu Jiachang contacted carpenters and bricklayers and other decoration workers. Old man Gao was responsible for supervising the worker, and Qiao Qiao's mother cooked for everyone...

As for professional jobs such as hiring a chef, hiring a friend, and ordering menus, how can others do it? They can only leave it all to Fang De.

"Although you can't give them shares, you might as well tell them that you can make 10% of your monthly profit as performance...uh, bonus...it's just rewards or something." Zhao Hao arranged the division of labor and told Fang De again. After Fang De nodded, he did not forget to ask Zhao Jin well.

"Sir, is this arrangement appropriate?"

Zhao Jin was originally trying his best to help him pick up the missing items, but after Zhao Hao made arrangements in an orderly manner, he was even more thoughtful than he thought. After holding it in for a long time, a word came out.

"Okay."

Seeing that the old man blushed, Zhao Hao couldn't help but reflect on himself. He was just doing things and forgot to deliberately miss one or two key points to give Zhao Jin a chance to show his level...

‘Oh, I’ve been too inflated recently and I’ll make such a low-level mistake. Be careful in the future…’ Zhao Hao woke up secretly, which may affect the heat of the stove.

Fortunately, Zhao Jin now feels that he is slight and has no idea. Instead, he reminds Zhao Hao: "I will come here to become a disciple at the time of Mao tomorrow, and if it is too late, he will lose his etiquette."

"Don't worry, sir, it's not too late." Zhao Hao finally felt relieved.

In the evening, when Zhao Shouzheng came back, Zhao Hao was about to open a hotel and become a disciple, and he also informed him of his career.

"What, my dear nephew wants to open a restaurant?" Fan Datong was overjoyed and said, "There will be a place to have a banquet in the future."

"This store does not have any credit, so don't blame me for being blocked." Zhao Hao sneered.

"Nephew, uncle can eat and drink, and he can even make you poor..." Fan Datong begged pitifully.

"It's fine to have a meal at my house, but you dare to go to Wei Jixian to make Qiufeng?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "I have already reminded the shareholders to close the door and let the dog go when they see you."

"Oh, it's really..." Fan Datong looked at Zhao Shouzheng as if asking for help, and said with a smile: "You don't need to pay for your money, brother, right? Can't I just follow him to have a meal?"

"I won't go to be annoying." Zhao Shouzheng shook his head and said, "It's not a store that my son owns. It's not good for people to charge money, and it's not good for not charging money. Why do you want to make trouble?"

Zhao Hao was filled with tears of gratitude again. This father was becoming more and more sensible...

Before he could praise Lao Zhao, he saw him slapped his bulging wallet and said, "Let's go to another house to eat..."

"Then you should take care of your own business. I'll ask them to give you a discount. Wouldn't that be reasonable?" Zhao Hao burst into laughter and crying.

"Well, this is OK." Zhao Shouzheng nodded with satisfaction, and then carefully considered the words before he said slowly: "Son, you can think of studying at a teacher and being extremely pleased for your father. But..."

After a pause, he waved his hand and signaled his son to enter the house with him.

When the two entered the east room, they disappeared without outsiders. Zhao Shouzhengfang said with disgust: "You are a thief and a thief as his army. What's that matter?"

Zhao Hao had long expected that Zhao Shouzheng would have such a reaction.

Although the Zhao family was defeated, Zhao Shouzheng still regarded himself as a child of an official, and often boasted about what kind of descendants of the Zhao family were from the Song Dynasty, so he would naturally pay attention to some strange places.

He was not anxious or impatient, and said to Zhao Shouzheng softly: "To be honest, I opened this 'weijixian' restaurant for Zhao Jin."

"Ah, for him? For his father, I thought you were for... who did that?" Zhao Shouzheng widened his eyes in surprise and said, "A bad old man, is it worth your effort?"

"Didn't my father hear the story of Lu Buwei and Qin Yiren?" In order to facilitate Zhao Shouzheng's understanding, Zhao Hao reluctantly dropped the book bag.

"You mean that strange goods are affordable?" Zhao Shouzheng really understood, but seemed to have over-understood. "Who is Zhao Ji?"

"No Zhao Ji." Zhao Hao said speechlessly: "In short, if the restaurant wants to continue, it is impossible to do without Mr. Zhao. In the future, if my father wants to be an official, he will also be unable to do without Mr. Zhao!"

"Then... OK." Zhao Shouzheng struggled for a moment in his mind, and indeed he still had the upper hand on Zhao Hao's spoiling. He no longer asked why. Zhao Hao was so sure, so he began to worry:

"Are you ready for the six rituals of Shu Xiu? There must be ten dried meat strips, tied up with silk..."

"I've bought it all, just bring it over tomorrow."

"Oh, you should buy raw meat that is cooked and dried by yourself. You are not sincere in buying cooked meat directly."

"Father, aren't you reluctant?"

"Then you should worry about it, you must not lose any of it. Don't you hear that, 'It's the fault of your father if you don't raise it?"
Chapter completed!