Chapter 1522: Fatty Sister Steamed Bun Chain Store

At dinner that night, everyone discovered that Zhou Xianyong was missing, which made the Third Master curse several times in anger.

In Taiwan, you couldn't see him all day, and when you did, it was definitely with some woman, ending up in the gossip magazines.

What made the Third Master angry was that you could do whatever you wanted at home, but this was the mainland.

If he really got arrested by the mainland police because of his relations with women, it wouldn't be Zhou Xianyong's face that was lost, but his own, the old man's face.

Zhou Andong guessed where Zhou Xianyong had gone and comforted him: "Old Master, don't be angry. My uncle is indeed a bit unreliable, but he still has a bottom line when it comes to doing things."

"He has a fart of a bottom line."

Zhou Andong's persuasion not only didn't extinguish the Third Master's anger, but instead made it burn even brighter.

"He's over thirty years old and still doesn't make people worry less; what a scoundrel."

Zhou Andong stopped talking and said sorry to himself with schadenfreude.

It wasn't that he, as a nephew, wouldn't speak up for him, but it really wouldn't work even if he did.

It had to be said that Fatty Sister's steamed buns tasted really good; everyone who ate them praised them.

Because of this, before Fatty Sister had done much, Zhou Erlei was already floating on air.

After dinner, Zhou Andong called Zhou Erlei and Fatty Sister into the study.

"Sit down, let's talk."

Such a formal conversation made Zhou Erlei and Fatty Sister feel very uneasy.

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette, lit it, and then threw the cigarette pack to Zhou Erlei.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking to you about the steamed bun shop."

Zhou Erlei and Fatty Sister were stunned; what could be the matter with the steamed bun shop?

Zhou Andong said: "Do you want to guard that steamed bun shop in Jiangzhou and live a stable life, or do you want to establish a company, open a chain, and sell the steamed buns all over the country?"

"Of course, open a company." Zhou Anlei shouted boisterously, then immediately asked: "What's opening a chain, how can steamed buns be sold all over the country?"

Fatty Sister didn't know what a chain meant either; in this era, for ordinary people, the term "chain" was still relatively unfamiliar.

Zhou Andong organized his language and tried to explain it to them as simply as possible.

"A chain means opening Fatty Sister Steamed Bun shops all over the country. Managed uniformly by the head office, operated uniformly. The names of all the shops are the same, and the decoration must also be the same."

"I understand." Zhou Erlei said somewhat excitedly: "Just like Dicos, there's one in Jiangzhou, one in Fengjing, and one in the capital."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Right, Dicos is a chain. Fatty Sister Steamed Bun shop has already been registered as a brand. From now on, no matter who it is, as long as they open a restaurant, they cannot call it Fatty Sister Steamed Bun shop."

Zhou Erlei asked: "What if someone uses it?"

Zhou Andong said: "We can demand they take down the sign immediately. If they refuse to execute, we can go to court to sue them and demand they compensate for the infringement losses."

"Can it still be like that?"

Zhou Erlei widened his eyes. Within his scope of understanding, such things could only be swallowed in silence; he didn't expect they could go to court to sue.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I helped you register the Fatty Sister Steamed Bun shop trademark. This name is already protected by law and belongs to your private property. If someone uses this name and trademark, it's equivalent to stealing your private property."

Zhou Erlei understood and turned his head to look at Fatty Sister: "We are going to open a company, we are going to open a chain, and from now on I will be the general manager, and you will be the deputy manager."

Fatty Sister didn't pay attention to him but said: "I also hope to open a chain and sell my steamed buns all over the country, but we don't have money in our hands."

"Right!" Zhou Erlei also calmed down: "You wouldn't let me buy an elevator apartment with the tens of thousands of yuan in my hands, insisting we buy a storefront instead. Where would we have money to open a chain?"

"This is what I'm thinking."

Zhou Andong picked up the ashtray, put it on his lap, and leaned back.

"Dicos will invest to establish Fatty Sister Steamed Bun Management Co., Ltd., and Fatty Sister will invest with the brand and technology. The company will recruit professional talent to manage it, and Fatty Sister will serve as a director and executive chef."

After finishing, Zhou Andong stopped talking, and Zhou Erlei was still waiting.

"What about me? What am I doing?"

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes at him: "What can you do?"

Zhou Erlei snorted: "I can do a lot, you just don't know."

Zhou Andong laughed: "I can let you be a director."

"What does a director do?" Zhou Erlei asked: "Is it bigger than a general manager?"

"Bigger than a general manager." Zhou Andong held the cigarette and flicked the ash into the ashtray: "It's the boss of the company."

"That works!" Zhou Erlei said proudly: "I'll be the director."

Zhou Andong said: "But you cannot participate in company management."

"What does that mean?" Zhou Erlei said dissatisfied: "Don't think I don't understand. If I can't participate in company management, does that mean nothing I say counts?"

Zhou Andong laughed out loud: "You're not stupid yet."

"I'm the boss, and what I say doesn't count? Then what's the point of me being this boss?" Zhou Erlei stuck out his neck, his face red and his neck thick.

"A director, although you don't manage things, you get a salary, and there are dividends when money is made."

Zhou Andong looked at Zhou Erlei with a smile: "If you don't want to be one, then forget it."

Zhou Erlei looked at Zhou Andong suspiciously: "If I don't manage things, I can still get a salary?"

"Of course." Zhou Andong held back his laughter: "You are the boss, how can they not pay you?"

Zhou Erlei was very conflicted and asked tentatively: "If I don't be a director, can I be a leader?"

Zhou Andong refused without giving him any face: "No, either you have nothing, or you be a director who manages nothing, and you can still get a salary then."

Zhou Erlei asked very unwillingly: "How much salary can you pay me?"

"I don't know." Zhou Andong said: "The salary standard has to wait until the company is opened and decided by the head office."

Zhou Erlei gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Let me tell you, if you don't pay me five hundred yuan a month, I absolutely won't agree."

Zhou Andong blinked and looked at Zhou Erlei: "Fine, no need for the head office to research and decide. I can promise you now.

As long as you serve as a director, I guarantee you a salary of five hundred yuan a month. If they pay you even a cent less, I will personally go and settle the account with them."

"This is what you said." Zhou Erlei's expression was very serious: "You cannot go back on your word."

"I keep my word."

Zhou Andong's mouth twitched, he stopped paying attention to this idiot, and looked at Fatty Sister.

"Fatty Sister, no need to rush to make a decision on this matter, you can think about it carefully for a few days. Even if you don't agree, it doesn't matter. As long as I'm here for a day, your business in Jiangzhou won't be bad."

"I agree!"

Fatty Sister didn't hesitate at all; this woman's IQ was not something Zhou Erlei could compare to.

She realized that such an opportunity only came once and would absolutely never happen again.

Even if it failed, Zhou Andong would absolutely not treat their family badly or let their family go hungry. ===== CHAPTER 1523 =====