After sending Dazhi away, Cheng Su sat in the chair, pursing her lips in frustration, not for anyone, but for the unappreciative Zhang Jisheng.
She used her connections to arrange a job for him. Fine, she didn’t expect gratitude, she just hoped he would work diligently and not embarrass her. As a man, he should have some responsibility and not rely on Qi Fenglian to endure hardship alongside him every day.
It was all for the sake of Elder Sister. Cheng Su wanted them to live well since she was doing well herself. But this person just can’t appreciate what he has!
Gained experience? Ha!
What experience did he gain? He was just dazzled by the bright lights and nightlife, forgetting the poor days he came from!
"Useless fool who doesn’t know how to treasure things!" Cheng Su cursed, followed by deep self-reproach and guilt.
Had she known it would turn out like this, she wouldn’t have bothered finding that fool a job. At least then, this scandalous incident wouldn’t have happened. Elder Sister is still in the dark for now, but if she finds out, what chaos would ensue?
Old Song walked over, knocked on Cheng Su’s desk, and sat down.
Cheng Su rubbed her cheek and said, "Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"What’s troubling you?" Old Song asked.
"Just felt some people don’t know how to appreciate things. Let’s not talk about it, it will only make me more upset." Cheng Su said. "I just asked Dazhi, and he gave me a conservative estimate that building a three-story building will cost at least fifty to sixty thousand yuan, and this is a low estimate."
Old Song pondered for a moment and said, "Considering the current economic situation, that’s likely. His estimate is on the low side. According to my calculations, it will probably cost around eighty thousand!"
Cheng Su rubbed her temples again.
"Are you sure you want to demolish and rebuild?" Old Song asked.
"We’ve already bought the land at the back. As long as the funds are in place, we can construct by hiring a building contractor. But I can’t manage this cost on my own. So, if we are really going to rebuild, like Mr. Luh said, we should get funding and find investors."
Old Song nodded slightly, "If we’re really going to build, that’s the only way!"
Cheng Su glanced at him, suddenly sat up straight, and asked, "Old Song, are you interested in investing?"
"What, me?" Old Song was shocked.
He hadn’t thought about investing, but if it was possible, then...
"You’ve seen the business at the restaurant. Don’t you have confidence? Ten thousand yuan will get you a ten percent stake. Plus, you’re still the head chef here and will receive an additional salary, along with the usual benefits." Cheng Su said.
Investing ten thousand yuan for a ten percent stake—Old Song was tempted, but honestly, ten thousand yuan was not a small amount. He had it, but it was savings accumulated over decades meant for Song Xiaojang to get married.
"I need to discuss this with Xiao Jiang before I can agree." Old Song said after a while.
Cheng Su smiled and said, "For such a big decision, of course it must be discussed with him. There’s no hurry; you both take your time to discuss. I truly believe our Joy Soon Loy will definitely expand greatly. In the food industry, no matter how bad the economy is, it can’t defeat the basic human need for food, right?"
Old Song chuckled and said, "I actually think that under your management, Joy Soon Loy will definitely expand greatly, regardless of the economic situation."
"You really have too much faith in me!" Cheng Su waved humbly, but her eyes were full of confidence.
Old Song wasn’t overestimating her but was firmly convinced in his heart that this young woman had the capability. Seeing her decisive actions and strategic thinking, she knew a lot and was able to make timely decisions and progress without procrastination.
He believed that Joy Soon Loy surely wouldn’t stop at just being a small restaurant as it is today.