Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

If you don't return wealth to your hometown, you will be like walking in brocade at night!

Zeng Wangcai felt that in addition to making himself feel good, the main purpose of dealing with Liu Guangtian was to teach him a lesson. He wanted to make him afraid once and then behave himself when he saw him next time.

Otherwise, who the hell would have nothing better to do than to play with him all day long?

"No, didn't we agree to knock him out?" Lin Huyang said in confusion.

"It was a knockout blow, for sure." Zeng Wangcai smiled and drank the last drop of Arctic Ocean. "Can't we just knock him out by knocking him out?"

"Then what's the point of hitting me with a club?"

"Let's play..."

The last time, when Zeng Wangcai arrived, the cause was a knock on the head with a club, and he thought it was done by Liu Guangtian.

Although it was the revenge of the original body, Zeng Wangcai inherited the body of the original god after all, so it was acceptable for him to take revenge. Before, he had no time to deal with Liu Guangtian because he had just arrived and was in a mess. Now, let's settle it together.

His plan was to wait for Liu Guangtian to come out, attack him when he was alone, mainly to make him lose his fighting ability, and then slowly defeat him.

Although Liu Guangtian doesn't seem to have much fighting ability, he can win by sneak attack, so why should he fight head-on?

After the beating, let Liu Guangtian see again that the one who beat you was me. If you are not satisfied, go and sue me. No one will believe you even if you shout at the top of your lungs.

"Wangcai, there are a lot of people in the machine tool factory. That guy will have people around him when he gets off work, so it's not easy for us to take action." Lin Huyang said, putting down the empty soda bottle.

"He will be alone. He got a pack of cigarettes today, so he will definitely not go back. He will go out to drink with his friends." Zeng Wangcai chuckled, "Once he drinks, it will be late. It's dark and windy at night, just right for work."

Zeng Wangcai had indeed calculated Liu Guangtian's fate. After getting a peony, this fellow started thinking about how to gain face, so he encouraged two co-workers to go drinking, and even dragged his master along, hoping to flatter the master so that he would speak for him when the time came to determine his salary.

Zhang Xiuzhi glanced at the almost invisible marks on Zeng Wangcai's forehead and suddenly said, "I want to hit him! Do you want his hand or his leg?"

Zeng Wangcai had returned to the countryside at that time, and the lump on his head had not completely disappeared. Later, Zhang Xiuzhi learned that Zeng Wangcai had been hit by a club. It was not until before that that Zeng Wangcai began to plan to deal with Liu Guangtian that Zhang Xiuzhi realized that it was Liu Guangtian who did it.

After their relationship took a big step forward, Zhang Xiuzhi was thinking about how to beat up Liu Guangtian, so she asked this question.

Lin Huyang was shocked, but did not dare to object. He could only rub his nose and look at Zeng Wangcai, asking him to come out and persuade his woman, who would break her hands and feet at any time, and it would be bloody.

He had no doubt whether Zhang Xiuzhi dared to do it, as he already knew Zhang Xiuzhi's performance in the battle of Zengzhuang and Zhujiacun.

"Use your hands. It's hard to get your legs right." Zeng Wangcai was in a good mood and couldn't help but learn Zhang Xiuzhi's dialect. He thought the Sichuan and Chongqing dialects were very nice.

"Are you going to die?" Zhang Xiuzhi glared at Zeng Wangcai and switched back to her unfamiliar Mandarin, "He's not left-handed, is he? Then we have to use his right hand!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Zeng Wangcai nodded in agreement.

Lin Huyang opened his mouth slightly when he heard this, thinking that these two people would not be serious about it?

In fact, Zeng Wangcai already had a general idea of ​​the kung fu that Zhang Xiuzhi practiced. It was based on the powerful eighth-level boxing, mixed with some practical methods. After seeing Zhang Xiuzhi's performance in group fights, Zeng Wangcai knew that Zhang Xiuzhi's master was a remarkable man.

He knew what Zhang Xiuzhi meant by asking for help.

"It's almost time for dinner. It's still early for him to get off work. Let's go eat." Zeng Wangcai said, looking up at the sky.

Zhang Xiuzhi and Lin Huyang naturally had no objection and let Zeng Wangcai decide what to eat.

Zeng Wangcai had to work in the evening and planned to have a good meal. He originally wanted to try the legendary Quanjude roast duck, but it was too far away and it would take time to go there and back. He was afraid of ruining things so he decided to go to Donglaishun, which was renamed as Minzu Restaurant.

"I heard that Donglaishun tasted worse after it became a joint venture between the public and private sectors. I don't know if it's true." Lin Huyang sipped his saliva as he walked. "I can't remember the last time I ate at Donglaishun. It's autumn now, which is a good time to eat mutton. I don't understand why the food at Donglaishun doesn't taste good after the joint venture, as the people are still the same."

Zeng Wangcai has never been to Donglaishun, but he knows the general reason.

After the hotel was transformed from a public-private partnership, in addition to changes in its internal structure, another major change was the price.

On the one hand, the government sent in people who didn’t know much about the business, which affected the business, and on the other hand, prices fell, reducing profits.

Without profits and with everyone getting a fixed salary, who cares about quality and taste?

Take Donglaishun for example. Before the joint venture, the price of mutton was 1.28 yuan per pound. After the joint venture, the price was reduced by 20 cents to 1.08 yuan.

These two cents make a huge difference. The knife skills for cutting meat have changed, and the seasonings have also changed.

However, Zeng Wangcai wanted to try something new, and there were also beef and other dishes in the space that could be eaten by hot pot, so he led people to Donglaishun.

When the three of them entered the gate, they saw a lot of people eating inside. Although Donglaishun had been changed into a national restaurant, it was still very famous. Now was a time of scarcity of supplies, so there were always people all over the city who saved money to come here to eat meat.

Without any enthusiastic waiter to greet them, Zeng Wangcai and his friends found a secluded corner and sat down.

After the waiter came over, Zeng Wangcai ordered three pounds of mutton, one pound of large mutton with one end white and the other red, one pound of all-red cucumber strips, and one pound of small mutton with two ends red and the middle white.

This is three pounds of mutton. Although it is also three plates, it is different from the palm-sized plates in hot pot restaurants in later generations, or the washbasin-sized plates with only one layer of meat slices. This is actually calculated by pounds.

After ordering the meat, Zeng Wangcai went to prepare the seasoning. He saw that Zhang Xiuzhi had added enough chili oil.

"You still like spicy food." Zeng Wangcai said.

"This chili doesn't look spicy at all." Zhang Xiuzhi stirred the seasoning in the bowl, "Give it more flavor, and it will make you drink more water after eating it."

Well, let’s still think about saving.

Zeng Wangcai did not stop her, as she would be fine as long as she got to the table.

The three of them returned to their seats. The copper hot pot had already been served, with charcoal burning underneath. Soon, three plates of thinly sliced ​​mutton were brought over.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Zeng Wangcai noticed something was wrong and stopped the aunt who was serving the dishes. "Aunt, didn't you say that your mutton is not as thin and delicious as before?"

He discovered when he was preparing the seasoning just now that the rumors seemed to be wrong, and the soy sauce, sesame paste and other ingredients were all very pure.

"Young comrade, what you said is outdated!" The aunt replied with a smile, "It has been restored a long time ago. Now our mutton is delicious, don't worry about it!"

Zeng Wangcai didn't understand how the quality was restored. Lin Huyang pointed to one side and Zeng Wangcai looked over. There was a piece of calligraphy hanging over there. He saw the strong and powerful font and the signature...

Well, with this person taking care of things, the world will be at peace!

With respect, Zeng Wangcai completely calmed down and started eating.

The quality has indeed been restored, the sauce is full of flavor, the mutton is all cut from the best sheep, and the meat cutter's knife skills are impeccable, the mutton is cut almost like paper.

"Waiter, give me another pound of cucumber strips and another pound of small three-cornered cucumbers!" Zeng Wangcai waved his hand.

Among the three pounds of meat, Zhang Xiuzhi prefers cucumber strips, while Lin Huyang likes big and small Sancha.

Another two kilograms of meat came up. Zeng Wangcai took an empty plate off the table when no one was paying attention. The dog reached into the tool man's schoolbag stealthily...

Ding ding ding, a plate of raw dragon is out of the oven...