Would Engineer Cheng be so shameless if he didn't point it out?
Yuan Zhou wasn't stupid. He definitely wouldn't believe such nonsense. Of course, he also knew that Engineer Cheng wouldn't insist on it.
Therefore, he roughly knew what was going on. Yuan Zhou couldn't help but praise himself for his cleverness.
Engineer Cheng heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't hear any follow-up questions. He raised his head and saw that Yuan Zhou's expression didn't change. Then, he dared to continue, "Master, if you don't have anything else for me, I won't disturb you anymore."
"Okay. Remember to finish your homework," Yuan Zhou said.
"Yes, master. I will do my best." Engineer Cheng left the restaurant. When he walked to the end of Taoxi Road, he picked up a plastic bag and threw it into the dustbin.
Engineer Cheng frowned, "What's wrong with the Queuing Committee recently? There's even trash on the street."
The next second, Engineer Cheng was about to call the chairman of the Queuing Committee, Jiang Changxi. However, when he opened the contact list, Engineer Cheng stopped. It didn't seem right to interrogate her like this.
Therefore, Engineer Cheng decisively called the vice chairman, Zheng Jiawei.
The chairman of the Queuing Committee had always been Jiang Changxi. No one could shake her position. The vice chairman was rotated. Wu Hai used to be the vice chairman, but now it was Ling Hong and Zheng Jiawei.
It wasn't that Engineer Cheng was making a mountain out of a molehill. Chengdu's sanitation had always been good, and Taoxi Road's sanitation had always been the best among all the scenic spots in Chengdu.
People were easily influenced by the environment. If there was no one around to litter, very few people would do it. However, if no one was paying attention, then no one would pay attention to it.
Engineer Cheng thought that it might be because of his master's fame that there were more tourists.
The average quality of Chinese tourists was considered high in the world, but there were still a small number of people who didn't follow the rules. Therefore, Engineer Cheng wanted to nip these people in the bud.
After all, to a certain extent, Taoxi Road represented the face of the restaurant, so he couldn't be careless.
On the phone, Engineer Cheng told Zheng Jiawei about this matter. On the other end of the phone, Zheng Jiawei immediately gave a plan.
The specific treatment plan was to add a few more rubbish bins without destroying the overall layout of Taoxi Road. This way, people wouldn't be able to throw rubbish immediately, but they wouldn't be unable to throw rubbish away for several minutes.
The second step was to make the trash can look cute. For example, he could make it look like a national treasure panda holding a small basin to make it more eye-catching.
The third step was to cooperate with the local street office to do some things.
"Three steps at the same time. Panda rubbish bins is a good idea. Anyway, there aren't many pandas in Chengdu." Engineer Cheng hung up the phone with relief.
Zheng Jiawei had fully proved that a person could have multiple jobs. On the one hand, he was a member of the Queuing Committee and Wuhai's agent. On the other hand, he was the executive director of the New Youth Painters Association, the executive director of the Sino-Foreign Cultural Exchange Association, and the executive vice president of the Association Against Secondhand Smoke.
All these positions of Zheng Jiawei were "executive", which meant he had to manage things. It was really hard to imagine how busy Zheng Jiawei could be. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was an octopus.
The Queuing Committee was very famous on the Internet. It was even called by the economists on the Internet as the most cohesive management method nowadays.
Many large chain restaurants wanted to organize such a committee, but most of them were just jokes.
Ling Hong, Jiang Changxi, Meng Meng, Wuhai, and Ma Zida all regarded the restaurant as their other home, or a place for foodies in their hearts. Therefore, they spontaneously contributed money and effort to organize the Queuing Committee.
Were other restaurants as cohesive as the Yuanzhou shop? He even had to ask the customers to take the initiative to contribute money and effort. He wouldn't have a brother after he woke up.
The restaurants that tried to imitate the Queuing Committee ended up with the best result. Actually, it was just a membership system.
After the vice chairman solved the problem, the other vice chairman, Ling Hong, continued to invite people. Next, he prepared to call Wu Zhou and his wife.
"Gee, wait. It seems that Little Qing doesn't know Wu Zhou and his wife." While holding the phone, Ling Hong suddenly thought of a serious problem.
As mentioned before, ever since Wu Zhou and Zhuang Xinmu had a baby, they had been saving money in order to send their child to a good kindergarten. Therefore, they came less often and didn't meet each other.
Speaking of which, Wu Zhou and Zhuang Xinmu wanted their baby to win at the starting line. But when the baby was born, Wuhai gave him a painting. It wasn't winning at the starting line, but directly reaching the finishing line.
"Maybe I should just forget about it?" Ling Hong thought inwardly.
On second thought, Ling Hong still called Wu Zhou, "Little Qing will treat us to dinner tomorrow night. See you in the restaurant at 8: 30 p.m."
Wu Zhou and Ling Hong were friends. Therefore, when he heard the straightforward words, he answered subconsciously, "Okay. No Discount Ling will definitely come."
"Okay." Ling Hong hung up the phone neatly.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Zhou muttered to himself, "Little Qing? Who's Little Qing? "
All the members of the Queuing Committee had been informed by Ling Hong, as well as the regular customers of the restaurant, such as Xia Yu. He didn't care whether Ruan Xiaoqing knew them or not.
Ling Hong hoped to make it a bigger event this time. He wanted to make Little Qing happy. It was true that Ruan Xiaoqing had been discharged from the hospital, but it didn't mean that she was cured or relieved. She had just passed the critical period and it was useless for her to stay in the hospital.
Miracles wouldn't happen in the late stage of pancreatic cancer, at least not in Ruan Xiaoqing's case.
Of course, the reason why miracles were miracles was that they were rare, apart from being beyond the common sense. Ling Hong was also looking forward to it, but it didn't happen. He just accompanied her quietly.
After all, Ruan Xiaoqing wouldn't be able to have many such big gatherings in the remaining days. It would be great if she could be happy for once.
"Speaking of which, the IQ of women in love will indeed decrease. Even Little Qing didn't notice it." After informing everyone, Ling Hong thought complacently. Although Ruan Xiaoqing hadn't agreed yet, Ling Hong had tacitly approved it in his heart.
After Ruan Xiaoqing knew that she could be discharged from the hospital, the first thing she thought of was to treat everyone to dinner and thank them for their care all the time.
She thought of many places but still couldn't find a suitable restaurant. Finally, Ling Hong directly answered, "What else is there to look for? In this case, it must be The Kitchen God."
"What about Boss Yuan?" Ruan Xiaoqing asked.
Ling Hong said, "I believe that other than our Boss Yuan, no one would dare to hang the name The Kitchen God." "No, I also want to treat Boss Yuan to a meal.
The first time I met Boss Yuan, he gave me 338 yuan to give me a reason to live. Then, he cooks food that whetted my appetite every day. When I was hospitalized, he also sent me food. That's why Boss Yuan is the person I want to treat the most. I can't let Boss Yuan be my chef. "Ruan Xiaoqing listed out everything. She had always remembered these things.
Ling Hong asked, "What do you think of Compass's culinary skills?"
Ruan Xiaoqing decisively evaluated, "The best."
"Then, what chef do you think can make dishes that can satisfy Compass?" Ling Hong asked again.
"Uh …" Ruan Xiaoqing was speechless.
"Also, Xiaoqing, when have you ever seen Compass go out to eat? It's very rare. He usually cooks for himself."
Ling Hong finally convinced Ruan Xiaoqing. Although it wasn't good to be treated to a meal, she was more afraid of choosing a restaurant that didn't suit Yuan Zhou's taste.
"What a fool. You said that you have terminal pancreatic cancer. If you go to other places to eat, will you be able to eat?" Ling Hong muttered to himself.
As for Yuan Zhou, Ling Hong knew all too well that this guy would never care about such things.
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