After some rain and cloud, Zhang Ling's whole body was sweating heavily, while Qin Hai became exhausted. They were young and strong, and some things had been silent for a long time, and they always bloomed different colors.
"Hai, are you hungry? Maybe I can make something to eat now." After the two finished their work, Zhang Ling saw that Qin Hai seemed to be hungry, so he said, let alone say that Qin Hai felt empty as soon as he touched his stomach. He also grunted, and said with shame: "He he is really hungry, or you can make something to eat?"
Zhang Ling immediately got up, dressed, went to the bathroom to wash, came to the kitchen, and soon heard the sound of pots and pans, and began to work.
Qin Hai was just fine, so she came to the kitchen to help her. Zhang Ling was preparing to fry fish at this time. Seeing Qin Hai coming, she said, "Come on, help me take the fish and put it in the pan, right next to the vegetable basin."
Qin Haioh went to the dish basin, picked up a fish from it, and put it into the pot. With a snort, the oil smoke splashed, and the fish instinctively struggled in the pot. Because the fish had just been killed, the nervous system had not been completely cut off. It would instinctively struggle in case of high temperature.
"Do you like fried fish like this?" Zhang Ling asked Qin Hai while she was busy frying fish. What she liked most was fried fish, but she didn't know whether it was suitable for Qin Hai's taste.
"Yes, especially the fish you cooked."
"I hate it. I always like to be garrulous!" Zhang Ling's mouth was full of reproach, but his heart was a little happy, and a faint blush came out of his white face.
When frying fish, the skin should be golden, and the scales should not be scraped off. If the scales are scraped off, it will be easy to stick to the pan, and the whole fish body will become burnt, so the taste of the fried fish will be greatly reduced.
Zhang Ling has some experience with fried fish, which has a lot to do with her liking for cooking fish.
"How do you think our fishing grounds can develop better in the future?" Qin Hai asked abruptly next to her. Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, she said, "The development of our fishing grounds is really not optimistic. If we continue to follow this trend, I think it will be closed within a year. We must think of ways to do it."
"Yes, now we are thinking about how to develop this fishery. Do you have any ideas?" Qin Hai asked.
After a long silence, Zhang Ling, as the owner of the original fishing ground, naturally had her own ideas. Qin Hai came to ask her for her opinions this time. If there were any good ideas, even a little, they could have an important impact on the now endangered fishing ground.
"I think the current fishing ground is short of vitality. These people go to work every day with a deadpan attitude, and they don't think about the future of the company at all."
Qin Hai nodded in agreement with her. The current fishing ground is indeed such a situation. If this situation is not reversed in time, it will inevitably bring about a disaster as well as a disaster.
This is just like a plant. If the root is damaged, the trunk will also be damaged. Finally, even the branches and leaves will also be damaged. For a company, if there is no innovation and vitality, it will be destroyed if it only depends on its old capital to stay put.
"What's more, the development of the fishing ground is like a hodgepodge. There is no focus, no specialty, no feature, which is the most fatal point." Zhang Ling added after pondering for a while.
If the fishing ground does not have its own characteristics and does not take the road of specialization, it will be no different from other general fishing grounds. It will not be competitive in the market, and the final decline is also understandable.
Qin Hai has discovered this for a long time. Now, after listening to Zhang Ling's words, he suddenly feels that heroes have the same ideas, and agrees to nod his head.
"What's more, the hierarchy of fishing grounds is complicated and the responsibilities are not clear. Many people are shirking their responsibilities, doing nothing and often being lazy." Zhang Ling turned the other side of the fish over and said.
Qin Hai has a deep understanding of this. He has seen people in the fishing ground who prefer to smoke and chat rather than do more things. They often become lazy when the boss is not there. They will do nothing when they finish their daily tasks. This is good, but they are afraid of being lazy when they don't do things like that. This will cause some trouble.
For such people, no matter in which company, this is a disaster. The company is most afraid of stagnation. Companies without any innovation and vitality are bound to be eliminated by the times, especially in today's society with increasing competition.
"Well, what you said is very reasonable. It seems that you know the situation of the fishing ground like the palm of your hand!"
"Do you think I am the owner of the fishing ground for nothing?" Zhang Ling glanced sideways at Qin Hai and said angrily.
While he was talking, Qin Hai suddenly smelt a smell of burning. He looked at the fish in the frying pan and pointed, "Hurry up, the fish is going to burn, and the pan is about to start!"
After hearing Qin Hai's warning voice, Zhang Ling calmed down. At first sight, black smoke came out of the pot. In a hurry, Zhang Ling picked up the pot, hurriedly took out the fried fish, and carefully placed it on the prepared plate.
"Whew... Fortunately, it came out early, otherwise the fish would have to be completely burnt." Zhang Ling looked at the fried fish in the plate and said with a relaxed breath.
Then Zhang Ling put some seasonings to taste the fish, which made it more delicious and the fish more tender.
"Come on, have a taste!" After a while of busy work, Zhang Ling came to Qin Hai with a plate. Qin Hai looked at the fried golden fish in front of him, and immediately smelled a strong smell, which not only had the fish smell of the fried fish itself, but also had the special taste of the seasoning. The skin was thin, crisp and yellow, and he looked very appetizing.
Qin Hai picked up his chopsticks and gently put a piece of fish in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, a strong smell of fish came out in his mouth. It was amazing.
"Good, delicious!" Qin Hai felt that the fish was too delicious to speak. After a while, he said.
"How about it? Is it delicious?" Zhang Ling also took a bite and smiled.
"How about we open a fish restaurant in the fishing ground?" Qin Hai suddenly thought when he was eating the fish.
"Whole fish restaurant?" Zhang Linggang ate half of it. Hearing what Qin Hai said, he almost choked. He put down his chopsticks and asked.