Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It was late at night and the lights in the warehouse were dim, so the porter's face could not be illuminated at all.

Uncle Bao held a notebook and recorded the weight of each piece of frozen pork that passed by him, without checking the quality of the wrapped pork.

"Boss Bao, how come so many people came in this time?" Lin Fusheng smoked a cigarette to distract Uncle Bao's attention. "Business is very good. Thank you Boss Bao for your care. I will invite you to the dance hall in the next few days. Let me tell you, there is a dancer named Ah Hong there. She is very beautiful and has good kung fu skills."

"Haha, thank you, Manager Lin. I'll treat you when I have time." Uncle Bao wrote down the last number, closed his notebook, took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into Lin Fusheng's pocket, and then took out a red envelope and stuffed it in. "This is our teahouse's business, and the red envelope is a little token of my appreciation. I wonder if Manager Lin can give me some convenience. I want to work alone. Can you give me a set of freezers or something?"

There really isn't a single good thing...

Zeng Wangcai, who acted as Lin Fusheng's follower, hid in the shadows and watched Lin Fusheng and Bao Bo struggling without saying a word.

Naturally there was no business afterwards. Everything was done for Zhongji Teahouse. Once Zhongji Teahouse was praised, it was immediately changed into a grocery store. There was no business for these people anymore.

"Oh, this is a bit difficult." Lin Fusheng touched his pocket, and said, "To be honest, Boss Bao, it's not easy to expand the frozen meat business. This stuff is not easy to store, and the investment is too high. I gave you a teahouse before, which was already very reluctant. Boss Bao, why don't you do something else, flour or something?"

"Manager Lin, please be flexible. Talk to your boss!" Uncle Bao grabbed Lin Fusheng's hand and shook it up and down, saying nice things in a corny and disgusting way.

His current business channel is selling meat, and meat makes more money than flour.

So how could he want to do anything else after tasting the sweetness? It's already good enough that he can work patiently in the teahouse.

"Okay, stop shaking, Boss Bao, I'll talk to our boss, don't worry, you go back first..."

"Thank you, thank you Manager Lin, I will never forget your kindness. Ah Hong from the dance hall, right? I hired him for you..."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

After calming down the rebellious Bao Bo, Zeng Wangcai followed him in a van all the way to the teahouse's warehouse, and watched as all the pork was put into the warehouse's freezer.

Even so, he was not completely reassured, so he left Xie An here to watch over him.

At the teahouse, Dama and Bao Bo had no idea that a huge net was slowly closing in on them.

The next morning, the teahouse opened as usual.

Neither Dama nor Bao Bo showed up at the teahouse. Dama had been busy all night and was now catching up on sleep in his residence on the top floor, while Bao Bo was busy shipping goods in the warehouse.

The teahouse now has four floors for business. Although many people come here to "do business", with the increase in business area, old customers who are accustomed to the teahouse's food have returned.

Therefore, the teahouse seems to be doing very good business early in the morning, especially the lobby on the first floor, which is packed because of shared tables. Guests who come later can only go to the third or fourth floor.

In the most conspicuous position in the lobby on the first floor, two handsome guys were sharing a table to drink morning tea. They seemed not to know each other and there was a clear line of demarcation in the middle of the table. But they were different from those who were causing trouble. They ordered a lot of food, including shrimp dumplings, steamed buns, pork ribs and so on.

Suddenly, one of the two handsome guys stood up, covered his stomach in pain, screamed and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over.

This scream attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Wow, what the hell, is this guy sick?"

"It's a bit like epilepsy. So scary."

"Not entirely. Eating bad food can also cause this."

"Nonsense, Zhongji Tea House is an old shop, the food is very fresh, it won't be like this..."

The spectators were everywhere, and new and old customers commented on this handsome guy's sudden situation.

The handsome guy on the opposite side seemed to be frightened and said in defense: "It's none of my business. I don't know him. He was eating ribs just fine and suddenly fell down. It's really none of my business!"

"What's going on!" A guy ran over and subconsciously accused the handsome guy opposite, "Hey, it's you who did this, what did you do to him?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what does it have to do with me?" The handsome guy on the other side exploded, "It's obviously your food that is not clean, and it made him vomit!"

"You're talking nonsense..."

Before the guy could finish his words, the handsome guy who was fine just now suddenly screamed and knelt down holding his stomach.

"I...my stomach hurts so much, there's something wrong with your stuff... Ugh~~~" This guy actually vomited.

The whole lobby was in an uproar. All the people who were having breakfast stopped eating, not daring to take a single bite. They also did not leave, but just watched the fun.

Those who were originally going to have morning tea no longer dared to eat it.

"Hey, don't cause any trouble, I'm warning you..." The guy patted the handsome guy who fell down behind him and asked his colleague to call for help.

Da Ma, who was sleeping upstairs, was woken up. When he heard what happened, he felt a pang in his heart.

He had a guilty conscience and was worried that the matter of selling frozen meat would be exposed.

But when he thought of the frozen meat, he calmed down instantly. He no longer looked down on the teahouse business.

Bao Bo knew how to work on his own. As a money-hungry Malaysian, how could he not think of expanding?

If it weren't for the rubber fish staring at him, he would probably have wanted to change his career.

"Do you want money? Just compensate him!" Dama yawned and said.

"Boss, go check it out yourself." The clerk who reported the news said slowly, "There's a big commotion downstairs. We can't calm it down. Many old customers are saying that our food is not clean."

Dama jumped up, thought about it, and felt that it would be better to deal with this matter, otherwise if it got out of hand it would affect the frozen meat business.

So he put on his clothes and went downstairs slowly.

"Make way!" Da Ma separated the crowd and was surprised to see the handsome guy foaming at the mouth on the ground. "He is sick. How could he have an upset stomach? Everyone, make way. Come on, Ah Huo, take him to the hospital. It's my bad luck. Please pay for his medical expenses.

"Everyone, go away. Nothing will happen. Our Zhongji Teahouse is a time-honored brand..."

The waiter at the teahouse lifted up the foaming handsome boy and prepared to carry him outside to a rickshaw. The lighter handsome boy was supported by the waiter.

The two of them did not cause any trouble from beginning to end and accepted help obediently, which made everyone subconsciously separate them from the rubber fish people.

But that's the end of it?

No, not even close!

Before they reached the door, two policemen walked in, one of whom was Ah Mei's boyfriend Ah Shui.

"What's going on? Why are so many people gathering here?" Ah Shui pushed through the crowd and walked in, just in time to block the two handsome guys.

"Brother Shui, uh no... Arthur!" Dama hurried over, "No one is causing trouble, two customers are sick, I can't help it, I'm unlucky, in my store, I sent them to the hospital..."

"I, I, I'm not sick..." The foaming handsome boy "woke up" at this moment and said with a struggle, "I just have a stomachache, I suspect... I suspect I've been poisoned."

"Brother, do you have a stomachache too? What did you eat?" Another handsome guy perked up.

"Pork ribs, eat pork ribs!"

"What a coincidence, I also ate ribs..."

Ribs?

Spare ribs in frozen meat?

Dama felt a chill in his heart, and he felt a dark cloud looming over him.

Someone got sick from eating and then the police came to his door. Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?

Just when Malaysia was thinking of a solution, Zeng Wangcai's big move, which was also his final move, came.

"Who is the owner of the teahouse? We are from the Criminal Investigation Department. Someone reported you for hoarding and selling dead pork..."