"Hello, Uncle." When Gu Bin followed Su Zhu to the bar counter, Chenchen standing behind it immediately got up and greeted him.
"Hello, hello."
"Oh, such a pretty little girl!"
"This is my daughter, Chenchen," Su Zhu said with a smile, pride shining in her eyes.
"Wow, Boss Su, you are truly blessed to have such a lovely daughter — she's practically an angel!"
"To be honest, if I had a daughter like this, I'd wake up from my dreams laughing every day!" Gu Bin spoke sincerely. Chenchen's charm was irresistible to everyone, including Gu Bin.
"Hehe, thank you for your compliment, Mr. Gu. I think so too," Su Zhu said without modesty — it was simply the truth.
They moved to the backyard and sat down. Su Zhu smiled and said, "Mr. Gu, it's almost mealtime. You should rest a bit first, then we'll go out to eat."
Gu Bin had come a long way and was invited by Meng Yu, so Su Zhu naturally wouldn't just serve him a bowl of hand-pulled noodles.
"No, no, Boss Su," Gu Bin quickly waved his hand to stop her, "Hand-pulled noodles are fine. I saw the long queue when I came in — they must be delicious."
Gu Bin was a pragmatist; he knew why he was sent to Zhonghai — to manage the Hand-Pulled Noodle House. He might not like hand-pulled noodles as a southerner, but professional ethics demanded he respect his work.
"Mr. Gu, are you sure that's appropriate?" Su Zhu hesitated.
"There's nothing inappropriate about it, Boss Su. Let's do this — we'll be discussing management later anyway." Gu Bin insisted, so Su Zhu relented, "Alright, Mr. Gu, have a seat, drink some water. I'll arrange the kitchen now."
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Ten minutes later, after Gu Bin took his first bite, he declared, "Boss, I can confidently tell you this noodle will become a nationwide benchmark in the noodle industry!"
He stopped calling her Boss Su and simply called her "Boss."
Gu Bin's keen market insight let him see a wave of immense wealth coming with just that one bite.
Perhaps it was the delicious noodles that invigorated him; after finishing his second bowl of soup, he already had a clear operational plan.
"Boss, this new shop is just over 100 square meters — far too small. Zhonghai is a city of eight million people; I think we need at least 300 square meters to barely meet demand."
"What I mean by 'barely enough' is that we can control the outside queue length to within fifteen meters."
"And assuming an average dining time of twenty minutes, a fifteen-meter queue means customers wait no more than half an hour."
"In psychology, restaurants have a patience threshold: half an hour is the maximum wait time customers accept. Beyond that, they lose patience and their desire to dine decreases!"
"Even if someone patiently waited thirty minutes this time, if next time they anticipate the same wait, over half will probably give up — causing us to lose customers silently!"
Listening to Gu Bin's flawless and convincing analysis, Su Zhu was full of admiration — he really was a professional!
"Mr. Gu, you're absolutely right. But for now, we simply can't find a bigger place quickly, and honestly, I hadn't thought this far ahead. How about we look for a better place while making do with the current one?"
Gu Bin nodded, "Boss, that's all we can do for now, but no worries — it's not too late, solutions will come!"
"Right now, our first step is to change the business license and get all the paperwork done to reopen as soon as possible."
"Great! That's exactly what I think. Mr. Gu, you're the expert; I'll leave everything to you."
"You're too kind, Boss. It's my duty!"
Money talks, so after the discussion, Su Zhu and Gu Bin talked salary.
Su Zhu offered a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan plus bonuses.
By salary alone, that was more than double what comparable managers earned in Zhonghai.
The reasons for this generous offer were Meng Yu's backing and Su Zhu's clear impression that Gu Bin was a real talent.
Gu Bin didn't hesitate and accepted immediately.
Meng Yu had promised him a million-yuan annual salary, and no matter what Su Zhu offered, he'd take it — all his to keep.
Gu Bin worked efficiently; after the talk, he stood and said goodbye to prepare.
Meng Yu had arranged his housing in advance — Su Zhu didn't need to worry.
After Gu Bin left, Su Zhu called Dong Jianjun, the owner of Dongfanggong Hand-Pulled Noodle House, told him about Gu Bin taking over management, and shared Gu Bin's contact.
After the call, Su Zhu returned inside and saw Chenchen curled up on the sofa reading a picture book.
Su Zhu sat next to her and stroked her head, smiling, "Chenchen, what are you looking at so intently?"
Chenchen turned her head to Su Zhu, her bright eyes full of yearning. Pointing at the pictures in the book, she said, "Mom, can you get me a crystal bracelet like this?"
The book showed a cute little girl wearing a beautiful bracelet made of seven-colored crystals.
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