Chapter 79 We can sell it

In addition to the purchase of some fabrics and materials for the workshop, his work for the day was to purchase the canteen.

The materials for the workshop only needed to be replenished regularly, and the purchase of the canteen was even simpler. Aunt Dong had a customized daily recipe, and Wang Maonian would estimate the materials based on the recipe, and then call the agreed market.

Someone would deliver it to the canteen at that time, and he would not be needed at all.

The only thing he could do was to keep the purchase list and receipts, and then make a report and send it to the company's finance department.

So he didn't know what to do that day except spending a certain amount of time learning computer office software.

At this time, he heard that there were still problems to be solved in the canteen, and he instantly became energetic.

"It's not a big deal. It's just that Mr. Chen is worried that the employees won't have enough to eat, so he asked me to make as much as possible for each dish."

"I did make more, but there was leftover every day."

"I thought I'd make less next time, but next time it wasn't enough."

"It's hard for me to control the amount. To ensure that the employees have enough to eat, I can only make more, but in this way, there will be a lot of food left over after every meal, which is really a waste."

Wang Maonian sighed helplessly when he said this.

Every time he saw so much food wasted like that, he felt heartbroken.

That's all food!

Li Shen listened to Wang Maonian's words and touched his chin thoughtfully.

Waste is shameful,

It really shouldn't be wasted.

But if you don't make more, you can't guarantee that these meals will be enough for every meal.

The employees' meals must be guaranteed, so you must make more.

Then there is only one question left, how to deal with the leftover food reasonably, so that it won't seem so wasteful.

After thinking for a long time,

Li Shen looked at Wang Maonian with joy.

"There is a way. We can sell the leftover food."

"Sell, how?"

Wang Maonian looked at Li Shen in confusion.

"Look, there are food trucks selling fast food at the entrance of the industrial park every noon and evening. We can also make the leftover food into meal packages and sell them."

"I used to eat a lot of those meals. Two meat dishes and one vegetable dish cost 13 yuan, and the boxes of those meals are all grid-shaped. There are not many vegetables in each grid."

"But we don't need to be so troublesome. Just buy a batch of disposable lunch boxes. One lunch box can hold two dishes, plus a box of rice, for 15 yuan."

"15 yuan is too expensive. Didn't you just say that other people only charge 13 yuan for two meat dishes and one vegetable dish? You charge 15 yuan for these two dishes. Will anyone buy them?" Wang Maonian asked worriedly.

Li Shen listened to Wang Maonian's worried words and shook his head.

"It's not expensive at all. First of all, it's about the cooking skills. Uncle Wang, you guys are all great chefs. The dishes you make are much better than those fast food restaurants outside."

"Also, our canteen has six dishes for each meal, and almost every dish has meat, so one lunch box has two meat dishes. Then it's about the amount of food. Don't look at their three dishes, but each dish is in a small grid. Adding them together, there is not as much food as in one lunch box. And we have a whole lunch box of white rice."

"Comprehensively speaking, it's totally worth fifteen yuan, and we're just dealing with the leftovers. I guess there aren't too many portions, so there's no need to worry about not being able to sell them all."

"And even if we can't sell them all, there's no loss, because they're leftovers anyway."

"The most important thing is that our workshop gets off work earlier than other workshops. When our employees finish their meals, the employees of other factories probably haven't gotten off work yet."

"We have plenty of time to put the leftovers into lunch boxes."

"Then try it?"

Wang Maonian said hesitantly. He had never done this before, and didn't know if this method was feasible.

But as Li Shen said, they are all leftovers anyway, so even if no one buys them, there is no loss.

"Of course I have to give it a try. I'll go out and buy a disposable lunch box and try it out at dinner time to see how the response is."

Li Shen slapped the table and hurriedly got up and walked out of the restaurant.

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"This is it. Let's go in."

Wu Yu glanced at the office building, checked the navigation on his mobile phone, and said to the two colleagues beside him.

The three of them walked into the office building, each carrying a box of gifts.

Entered the elevator and finally stopped in front of a company.

Cangxue Game.

"Is this Mr. Chen's other company?"

Wu Yu looked around the company curiously, and then walked in with the two people around him.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

The company receptionist at the door looked at the three people who came in and asked.

"We are salesmen from Changfeng Garment Factory and want to find your Director Wei."

Wu Yu heard the front desk asking and answered.

"It's from Changfeng Garment Factory. Wait a moment. I'll call the director's office."

The receptionist didn't dare to neglect the Changfeng Garment Factory when she heard that it was from Changfeng Garment Factory. After all, Changfeng Garment Factory was also Mr. Chen's company, and it was the first company. Director Wei was transferred from Changfeng Garment Factory.

Who knows if these people in front of him are also leaders transferred from Changfeng Garment Factory.

Thinking in his heart, he hurriedly called the director's office.

After a while,

the receptionist looked at Wu Yu and others with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Director Wei should not be in the office at this time. Please wait a moment, I will go in to look for him."

"Okay, we are not in a hurry."

Wu Yu smiled and replied.

The receptionist heard this and walked into the company quickly, and then went straight to the employee studio.

Sure enough, when he walked into the employee studio, he saw Director Wei sitting next to an employee, holding a notebook in his hand and recording something.

Seeing this,

Walked over and whispered.

"Director Wei, a few salesmen from Changfeng Garment Factory are looking for you."

Wei Yan heard this, the salesman of Changfeng Garment Factory, that is, Wu Yu.

Could it be that he encountered difficulties in business, but he could just make a phone call, so there was no need to come to him.

Thinking in his heart, he stood up and walked out with the receptionist.

"Hello, Director Wei!"

Wu Yu saw Wei Yan coming out of the company and hurriedly greeted him.

Wei Yan glanced at Wu Yu, then at the gift box in Wu Yu's hand, and instantly understood.

"Come with me."

After several people entered the director's office.

Wu Yu hurriedly handed over the gift box in his hand.