Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

It must be said that Li Zihang, at a young age, always carries a lot of money with him.

This story begins when he was four or five years old.

In the past, children from wealthy families, no matter how old they were.

There is a monthly allowance every month, which is the monthly living expenses.

Generally, children receive the money directly from the accountant.

Li Zihang's family was similar. When he first learned how to spend money to buy things.

Every time grandma checked his little backpack, she would put some change in it.

Later, when they grow up a little, I will give them more.

Then he went to buy antiques and collectibles and visited Liulichang.

The old man kept a small safe in his study, and grandma would put money in it regularly.

Eventually, his expenses grew, and the things he bought became more and more expensive. One or two hundred yuan wasn't enough for him to go out. Besides, it was inconvenient to carry too much money.

Later, she gave him the money directly at the bank and a money shop. She opened a promissory note that belonged only to him. As for the remaining change, grandma still put it in the safe for him regularly.

From 500 yuan per month at the beginning to yuan per month now.

Now, in the era of bills, grandma still puts the bills she needs for life along with her money in the safe regularly.

If he didn't have enough, he would tell him directly. That's why he never lacked money.

He always has five things in his backpack when he goes out: a pen, a personal seal, a phone book, a bank check, and cash. Now there are also various bills.

Needless to say, the fountain pen also has a stamp. It seems that last time when I bought a hairpin, I encountered a large transaction and used it to write a check directly.

A phone book allows you to contact nearby shops, relatives and friends at any time when you encounter problems.

A few years ago, he invited people to dinner and bought antiques. If he needed someone to look for him, he would go directly to the antique shop and invite people.

Or if you encounter a difficult problem, just call the nearest shop and have someone come over to solve it.

Dejuquan, second floor box.

The young waiter began to take their order.

Li Zihang: "Four roast ducks, two for the gentlemen and two for the martial artists."

"When eating roast duck, the skin must be roasted until crispy, and there should be no oil on the skin when cutting it."

"The roast duck that Wu eats should have the meat roasted more tenderly."

"The Chinese eat the duck skeleton with salt and pepper. The Chinese eat the duck skeleton in soup."

"Give me another two and a half pounds of lotus leaf cakes, two cold dishes for the old man to drink with, and two hot dishes for me to eat with my rice."

"Two cold dishes, braised duck liver and duck gizzards in sauce. Two hot dishes, fried duck tongues and double crispy oil."

"After the duck soup is out of the pot, don't add chopped green onions. Cut some celery and put it in."

"The minced garlic in tiger sauce must be cooked with oil."

Then he turned to Grandpa Guan and said, "What would you like to drink, old man?"

Uncle Guan watched Li Zihang ordering food, and found that the way he did it was exactly the same as when the Eight Banners descendants used to go to restaurants to eat.

He suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to the late Qing Dynasty, the era he missed.

Coming back to his senses, he glanced at the waiter with a blank expression.

"Moutai, it has to be aged."

The waiter who took the order had never experienced these ways of eating!

Most customers would order some roast duck and some wine.

Not like them.

Li Zihang saw her confusion.

"Comrade sister, you came here later, right? Please ask your private manager."

The waiter took the order downstairs and asked their leader.

Li Zihang and another person were chatting in the private room.

Downstairs lobby bar.

The young waitress took the order form and went to find their public manager.

"Manager, look, I haven't even heard of the dishes ordered by the guests at the table upstairs. They asked me to come down and ask Manager Zhang."

"Let me see what you ordered."

The public manager looked at the words on the menu. He was also stupid and blind!

Before the cooperation, he was just an ordinary clerk. As for food, he prefers high-end dishes.

He only came into contact with it after he came here.

"Give me the menu, and go do your thing."

Then he took the menu and went to find Manager Zhang in the office, the former shopkeeper.

"Mr. Zhang, please help me. Two guests came upstairs today. I don't understand the dishes they ordered."

The former shopkeeper looked at the public manager and said happily.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, you've been here for almost a year. And you still don't know how to cook?"

"Don't tease me. Look~"

After saying that, he handed over the menu.

Shopkeeper Zhang saw the dish requirements on the menu.

Speak to the public manager.

"The person who ordered the dishes was a former customer. He was also a gourmet. These were the ways that the wealthy people ate in the past."

"Nowadays, almost no one eats this way. Most people can't afford it, and they've never heard of it."

"Old Yang, who ordered the food?"

"I don't know either. Xiao Liu went to order the dishes."

"Got it~ I'll serve this table of guests. They can't serve them."

Upstairs box.

"Boy, you ordered so much, can you finish it? Things are different now than they were in the past. Put away those Eight Banners kids' tricks."

Li Zihang himself didn't know that he had been acting more and more arrogant over the years. It was all developed slowly.

It seems that Li Zihang speaks and acts in a polite and friendly manner, and anyone who has been with him for a period of time can feel that he is extraordinary.

His uniqueness is not only in his temperament or his clothes. It is revealed in every detail of his life. He doesn't show off intentionally, but it is the kind of rich kid's style that is revealed inadvertently.

Li Zihang smiled.

"Uncle Guan, just open your mouth and eat. Leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I'm not in the mood to show off."

After the private manager went downstairs to the kitchen to give instructions, he found the waiter who took the order.

"Who's the person who ordered the food upstairs?"

"Two people, one old and one young."

"Someone older?"

"Manager Zhang, you guessed wrong. It was ordered by a child."

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll go up and take a look."

Manager Zhang came to the upstairs box and knocked on the door.

"Comrades, please wait a moment. The duck is already on the stove and the dishes are ready."

Li Zihang looked at the person who came and said with a smile.

"Uncle Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time. You don't recognize me."

At this time, Manager Zhang looked at Li Zihang carefully.

He slapped his forehead and blamed himself.

"Oh~ Look at my eyes, I didn't even recognize you. But you have changed a lot now."

This cannot be blamed on him. Before the public-private partnership, the old man brought him into contact with various family connections.

When you invite people to dinner, you can't have them at your own restaurant every day. It's easy to get bored if you go there every day.

He came to Dejuquan every few days. The former shopkeeper naturally became familiar with him.

In addition, Li Zihang is getting taller every year.

When he was young, his appearance had not yet fully grown. Now his height and appearance have changed a lot.

It's really hard to recognize someone you haven't seen for a long time.

After knowing it was Li Zihang, Manager Zhang resumed all his previous eating habits and rules.

"Young Master, I'll go down and prepare a basin for you to wash your hands."

"Thank you for your help~"

Manager Zhang went downstairs after saying this.

Downstairs, the public manager Lao Yang stopped him.

"Who's upstairs?"

"Hey~ Old customer. You wanted our roast duck today, so you came again."

Lao Yang: "Why haven't I seen it before?"

Manager Zhang: "That was before the joint venture. He would come to our store every few days. He hasn't come much in the past two years."

Lao Yang: "Then tell me, what does Wen Chi mean? What does Wu Chi mean? And what does the tiger sauce mean?"

"I think our store only has sweet noodle sauce."

Manager Zhang: "Wait a moment. I'll take the hand basin upstairs first, and then I'll explain it to you later."

After saying that, he went to the backyard, found a blue and white porcelain washbasin, poured half a pot of hot water, and put a sip of the best tea leaves in it.

After the tea leaves were brewed, I added half a basin of cold water to test the water temperature, and asked the waiter for two unused towels before sending them upstairs.

After a while, Manager Zhang came downstairs again. He took out a small copper incense burner from his office and took out a small sandalwood stick and handed it up.

In the private room upstairs, Li Zihang watched as Manager Zhang brought a hand-washing basin and lit some sandalwood.

"Uncle Zhang, thank you for your hard work. Why didn't you pass down this set of rules? I have to do it myself."

After lighting the sandalwood and blowing out the match, Manager Zhang replied.

"Young Master, you don't know that the people are in charge now. Everyone is equal."

"There is no distinction between the high and low between buyers and sellers. The waiter jobs have been abolished in the store."

"Now, the group of new girls downstairs are all arrogant. The old tricks are no longer applicable. If you say a few more words to them, they will put a big accusation on you. There is no way to say anything."

"My old friends were transferred and assigned to other places. Except for a few chefs in the kitchen, all the staff were replaced."

"So I can only serve you by myself."

Li Zihang sighed and said, "It's still the old friend from before. It's easy to use. He can tell what the customer needs with just one look!"

"I'm going to eat somewhere else now. The waiter is unhappy and looks away, never smiling."

Manager Zhang also echoed: "Who said it wasn't~"

While speaking, Li Zihang invited Uncle Guan to wash his hands first.

Manager Zhang stood aside, handed over the towel and served.

"Uncle Zhang, how's the business in the store been in the past year?"

Manager Zhang took the towel that Li Zihang had used to wipe his hands and answered.

"It's just so-so. Sometimes I can't even break even."

"Old customers in the past, for various reasons, either couldn't come or disappeared. Or because of the bad service attitude, fewer and fewer of them came."

"I came here because I really wanted this duck."

"And now, we have implemented bills. It's useless to have money just to eat a duck."

"Ordinary people don't have the spare money to eat roast duck. New customers are not coming, and old customers are not coming. We can only muddle along like this."

Li Zihang sat back on the stool and continued.

"You can't blame us customers. We come here to enjoy our meals, not to be bullied by others."

"If eating out costs money and I have to be looked down upon, I might as well eat at home."