Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Uncle Li, Uncle Qian, Uncle Chen and several other uncles were squatting, oh no, sitting, at the door of the renovated grocery store.

The grocery store here is the same as the one in Jiangdao, with a rest area reserved at the door. Although the area is small, with less than ten places for people to sit, this place has become the most lively place in Nanluoguxiang.

These less than ten seats are where the uncles in Nanluoguxiang fight for every day. Those who come late will bring their own stools and find a place.

The grocery store opens at seven in the morning. The Nanluoguxiang Senior Citizens Activity Center is also a gossip and rumor gathering center, and the best choice for getting news from major courtyards... and so on. All open on time at seven o'clock.

It was a little after nine o'clock today. Uncle Li unscrewed the lid of his brown glass teacup, lowered his head to take a sip, and found that there was no water left.

The same went for the water cups carried by the other uncles.

"Uncles, you seem to be in great spirits today. Why don't you go home at this time? The sun will be up soon." Zeng Wangcai came over on a bicycle.

The Mercedes-Benz can no longer be driven, so it was given to China Resources as a business car.

All members of the Zeng family are now in class. Zeng Youqian works as a technical consultant in a garment factory that has resumed production, making use of his remaining energy; Chen Yumei works as a manager in a grocery store, studying hard and planning to open a second store as her son had asked; Xiaoqiang and Lai Fu took part in this year's college entrance examination, but failed, and began a second round of hard study.

The most noteworthy person here is Zhang Xiuzhi, who returned to the steel rolling mill.

That’s right, Zhang Xiuzhi’s interrupted career in the steel rolling mill was resumed after half a year of consideration and movement.

Only Zeng Wangcai seemed to have a relatively free time. He sent his son to school every morning and then rode his bike to work in Beiluoguxiang.

That’s right, where there is south, there is north.

Lao Wu spent some time and "rented" a yard in Jingtu Hutong, Beiluoguxiang. After the renovation, the yard became an office space, and Huayao and China Resources were both located here.

Huayao is still in the technical development stage and has not entered the substantive stage. For the time being, Huang Liang is taking the lead. On the China Resources side, with Lao Wu and a few others as the core, the work is progressing rapidly.

Zeng Wangcai only does two things when he comes to work here: one, to be a guiding light for the two companies; two, to remotely control Wangye Island.

Lin Huyang couldn't stand the dullness of Sijiu City, so he continued his dream of sailing. On the surface, he was in charge of Baoan faction's shipping company and guaranteed Zeng Wangcai's shipping needs, but in fact he was helping his good brother to carefully protect the Spark Fleet.

"Wangcai, how come you have time to come here at this time today?" Uncle Li said, staring at the intersection. His attention was not on Zeng Wangcai at all.

In fact, Zeng Wangcai has successfully hidden himself among the people.

"Look at what you said..." Zeng Wangcai laughed and sat down next to the old men. There was sunshine here and no one wanted to sit. "Why did you come? That's why I came."

"You are here for this too?" Uncle Li became interested when talking about this. "We old guys have come to you so many times, but you refuse to give us a definite answer. Look at this yard, it is so good. Why can't our yard be built like this? You look down on us..."

The renovation of the courtyard, or more precisely, the progress of China Resources' work, has actually been stuck, and only the secret acquisition of the courtyard is proceeding.

Zeng Wangcai’s plan was to not rush and let the bullets fly for a while, but now the bullets are tired of flying and the district has just come to inspect.

"Uncle, uncle..." Zeng Wangcai looked at the white saliva at the corners of Uncle Li's mouth and shook his head helplessly, "Let's take a break, your throats are already emitting sparks...Hey, Xiao Song, Xiao Song, give me a few bottles of Coke, and make them cold."

Tons, tons, tons!

Several black glass bottles covered with a layer of mist were placed on the table in front of the old men.

"Is this the Coke that my eldest grandson always wants to drink?"

"What's so good about this thing? Why is it so expensive?"

"It's dark and smells like that..."

Zeng Wangcai smiled as he watched the old men looking at the Coke and said, "Try it, give it a try."

Tons tons tons...

A few old men began to blow into the bottle.

The first bite... burp~~~

It feels so good. I feel like my whole body is refreshed and my cough is cured.

The second bite...the taste...is just so-so.

The third sip... Ugh, it's so damn unpalatable.

These three sips reflect the psychological process of the old men when they tasted Coke for the first time. They only drank a small half of the glass bottle in three sips and could not drink any more. They threw it away, even though it was treated by others, but it was a pity. They continued to drink it, but it was really not tasty.

"Wangcai, why don't you drink?" Uncle Li found that Zeng Wangcai took a bottle of soda.

"I don't like it. Mainly because it's unhealthy."

"......"

Then why the hell are you giving it to us old guys?

"Uncle, uncle, I'm just kidding." Zeng Wangcai saw that the faces of the old men turned green, and hurriedly explained, "It's not that serious. Drinking too much of this stuff will cause osteoporosis. As long as you don't drink it like water, it won't be a big problem."

"What dredging?"

"Osteoporosis means that the bones are brittle."

"Don't worry. We old guys don't have any other skills, but we have one thing: we are tough. Back then..."

Don't think about the past. You are not brainwashed now.

After a dozen years, an old man with white hair climbs the stairs on TV and tells you eight hundred times a day that he has more strength to climb the stairs, his waist is no longer sore, and his legs are no longer painful. Then you will also have to buy a cover inside a cover......

There is Brain Gold, therapeutic equipment, and beds worth tens of thousands of dollars behind it. You can't hide from them.

Zeng Wangcai couldn't help but sigh that we are the only ones who can make the sunset industry bigger and stronger, almost on par with the pillar industries.

However, the emotion was only temporary, as Uncle Li and a few others interrupted Zeng Wangcai.

"Old Li, stop talking. Look, maybe someone from the district is coming."

"What do you mean by that look? Didn't you see that Director Zhang was accompanying us?"

"That's them. Come on, come on, here they come..."

Several uncles stood up and were about to file a complaint with the emperor.

"Wait a minute..." Zeng Wangcai stopped them, "What are you doing? They just arrived. Even if you want to say something, you have to let them see it, right?"

"What are you looking at? Wangcai, I'm not saying anything bad about you. You are good in everything else, but there is one thing: you don't care about our courtyards..."

Zeng Wangcai has been refusing and not allowing China Resources to agree to renovate any courtyard. First, the renovation requires approval from the district, and he did not push for it. Without relevant documents, construction cannot be started privately. Second, the unruly residents in Courtyard No. 95 are not unique to Courtyard No. 95, and he needs to set an example for those who come later.

Today is a very suitable opportunity. The district leaders are here to inspect the project, and there are reporters from the newspaper following them.

So Zeng Wangcai leaked the news and let these uncles know.