Chapter 1408 Hotel

"Our side, the salary of the auditorium chef is 43 yuan a month, and there are annual holiday gifts. The next year, the skill level and salary according to the service life will be assessed. If there is no surprise, it will be increased every year, and each time it will be more than five yuan. There is a big difference between the chef and the chef. There are only five chefs, and the high-level salary will be received directly, 76 yuan, and the following year will be increased ten yuan a year." There is no need to mention the chef's words, the salary is almost equivalent to those of the people at the big leadership level.

However, as he did, there was everything about house welfare protection, and money was just a number.

There is no need to pay for medical treatment, so why can you spend money?

Ke Baijia understood, which means that if you successfully take the position of chef, you only need to work for one or two years, and a salary of 100 yuan is not a dream.

A person’s salary, not even the benefits or New Year’s gifts, can be said to be very rare.

The skilled worker who has been working for more than ten years, now he has been envied by the people around him.

Now even the salary of a head nurse and the like is less than 40.

And no surprise, it took decades to get this salary.

No wonder, Xiao Xu couldn't stand himself like that at the time because he was afraid that he would compete with him for such a good job, and... this is no longer just a matter of salary of 100 yuan.

The master once said that no matter when, there are those who like to eat and treat them with great face. As long as you have the means to contact the chef and eat others privately, the gifts are probably worth about ten yuan, which is still private.

At this moment in the auditorium, you are in a serious venue for competition. The higher you stand, the higher your value is, and it is a benefit in any way.

"Xiao Xu is here to pick us up." Yuzhong greeted him, and Ke Baijia also looked over with his eyes.

Ah, the so-called Xiao Xu who has competed with me.

However, according to her age, she should call her someone: "Comrade Xu."

Xiao Xu or something, regardless of public or private matters, it would be inappropriate for her to shout like this.

On the way to the auditorium, the car passed by Tiananmen Square.

Ke Baijia looked at the flying flag and suddenly felt calm.

Not long after, I have been here for so many years, what are you afraid of?

This car will take Ke Baijia to settle down first, because it will be around four o'clock, and lunch and dinner are not suitable. Yuzhong will let her rest, and someone will take her to dinner at around five o'clock. "This is Xu Wei, he will take you in first, you can just follow him."

"Okay, go slowly."

The car door closed again and drove away.

Because the logistics did not receive comrades and was the only female chef at present, Bai Aki was temporarily arranged to stay in a hotel where only VIPs could be received.

Yes, in Ke Baijia's opinion, this place is no longer a place that can be described by the three words "guesthouse".

The decoration inside even gave Ke Baijia an illusion of crossing the ages.

It turns out that high-end hotels in 1971 are comparable to hotels in small 18th-tier cities twenty years later.

The desk is very big, the office is absolutely enough, it is clean, and the wood material is still very heavy. She can only touch the left and right of the desk with her hands.

There are two parts below the table, one is a three-way drawer with a small handle, and the other is vacant. A wooden stool of the same color is pushed into it, and the back of the chair is against the edge of the table. When using the stool, the spare position is where the legs are placed flat.

There are wardrobe, bed, a small round table the size of a coffee table, and tea cups.

It's really well equipped.

(End of this chapter)
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