Chapter 108: Copying the Stool
There is an eternal truth that is true wherever people serve dishes.
Wait until the day you are successful, not to mention strangers will compliment you.
Even former acquaintances, people who didn’t think much of you before, will not be an exception.
It is still the last day of 1980.
After buying the hat, Liu Weijing looked at his new watch and realized it was time to have lunch.
She and Zhang Shihui left the mall to prepare for dinner.
Normally, there are quite a few restaurants near Xidan.
There are not only famous restaurants such as Quyuan Restaurant, Yuhuatai, Tongchunyuan, Hongbin Restaurant, and Sichuan Hotel.
Especially these days, the consumption level is also very low.
Generally, as long as you have a few dollars in your pocket, it is basically enough to treat guests at a big restaurant.
For example, the mutton skewers with large skewers at Xiyuan Restaurant are only a dime per skewer.
Tongheju’s “Shao Er Dong” is only 80 cents.
If you have one dollar and fifty cents, you can order a dish of yellow croaker in an ordinary restaurant.
As long as two people put together five or six yuan, they can have a standard Western meal including beetroot soup, braised chicken, salad and bread at a Moscow restaurant.
Even at a famous restaurant like Quanjude, the signature dish of Beijing roast duck only costs eight yuan.
So considering the financial conditions of Zhang Shihui and Liu Weijing, they naturally don't need to think too much and go straight to the big restaurant, but they can be done with it.
But the only problem is that these days, the service industry in Beijing is still in a stage where it is overwhelmed by the population returning to the city and is overwhelmed.
Eating is not something that just costs money.
Even in a place like Xidan where there are many restaurants, even though it is still a working day.
But if you go to any restaurant during the meal time, you will still not be able to eat after waiting for an hour.
To put it bluntly, there are more people standing waiting to be seated than sitting down to eat and drink.
Look, Zhang Shihui and Liu Weijing entered Quyuan Restaurant and Yuhuatai successively, and were frightened by the overcrowded scene inside.
This is hopeless.
Without food for a while, the two of them had to go to the "Jiyihao" and queue up to buy two kilograms of Beijing's most famous "roasted chestnuts with sugar".
First he made do with grinding his teeth to keep his mouth occupied, and then he held the hot chestnuts in his hands while eating them.
Fortunately, most people’s time is very tight these days, and they don’t have so much leisure time when eating.
By the time they came out of Tongchun Garden and strolled to Hongbin Building, meal time was almost over and the situation had eased a lot.
When I walked in again, I saw that in this Jinmen-style halal restaurant, there were only a few people standing on stools waiting to be seated.
They stayed and found a seat to eat.
You know, these days, restaurant conditions are generally limited, and single rooms are not popular in the entire capital.
The so-called elegant seating is actually a place where a large round table is separated by a screen.
And if no one takes a seat at such a table, individual guests can still share the table.
So in the end, Zhang Shihui and Liu Weijing found a seat with a wide gap on such a large round table.
Why is the gap so large?
Because it can be seen that this was the original position of three people, but two stools were taken away by someone unknown.
So there is enough space for the two of them to sit, they just need to add a stool.
So Zhang Shihui stopped talking nonsense and asked Liu Weijing to sit down first, while he calmly asked the waiter to bring him the menu.
I ordered a mandarin duck fish tofu, a coriander popsicle, and a honey-like dish, plus two bowls of rice and a liter of beer.
After issuing the invoice and paying the money, he went to look for a stool by himself.
Don't tell me, it's so evil that Zhang Shihui turned around and couldn't find it.
There were not even a single extra stool, and any free space was occupied by others waiting for others.
No, he saw a master sitting on one stool with his feet on another stool, looking around and waiting for someone.
Perhaps because he has been with Ning Weimin for a long time, Zhang Shihui's mind has become quite lively now.
He was unwilling to give in. As soon as he thought about it, he came up with an evil idea.
With the intention of harming others but not benefiting himself, he walked over and quietly threw a dime on the ground to the left of this person.
Then he patted the man on the left shoulder again, pretending to be a good guy.
“Hey, the money dropped.”
“Huh?” This guy looked down and saw that he was really greedy.
"Thank you, thank you..." without much thought
As a result, he took advantage of this person to move his feet away, turned around, and lowered his head to pick up the money.
Zhang Shihui took away a chair, absolutely clean and crisp.
When this person turned around again and found that the stool was missing, he was instantly dumbfounded.
On this matter, Zhang Shihui is proud.
He took the chair back and sat next to Liu Weijing, and he was still blowing. He was so happy.
I didn’t even bother to try the coriander popsicles that had just been served and were best eaten while they were hot.
As the saying goes, God's calculations are better than those of others.
Zhang Shihui never expected that the stool he brought over was very clearly marked. He hadn't sat down for two minutes before the person who lost the stool found him.
The stools in Ganqing's shop are all made of ash, and his stool has been repaired and is the only stool in the shop that has two stool legs replaced with red pine.
While chatting with Liu Weijing, Zhang Shihui felt someone behind him tap his shoulder, and a strange voice called him angrily.
"Boy, I asked you whether you damaged it or not? You actually lied to us about the stool. Don't talk nonsense, get up quickly and give it back to us."
"Who are you? What nonsense are you talking about..."
< br>Of course Zhang Shihui quit, and he will act pretentious when he turns around.
Unexpectedly, life is often unpredictable and full of coincidences.
When he turned around, he was so face-to-face with the other person. Good guy, both of them were stunned at the same time!
They both looked familiar to each other.
"Huh? You? You... Zhang Shihui, right?"
The other party spoke first.
For a moment, Zhang Shihui also blurted out the other person's name.
"You...are Li Haisheng?"
"That's right, hey, it's a coincidence! Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, how did I meet you here?"
The other party turned out to be.
Zhang Shihui completely remembered that Li Haisheng, who had a mole on his forehead, was a transfer student in his class in the third year of junior high school.
This kid’s father is the section chief of the Municipal Grain Bureau, so he is very impressive in the class.
They belong to the "nobility" that teachers and even principals need to treat differently.
For example, one time Zhang Shihui and Li Haisheng were working together as a team, and this kid ran away directly after school.
Zhang Shihui also had no intention of doing it seriously, so he just made do with it once.
Unexpectedly, the next day because the blackboard was not wiped clean, Zhang Shihui was criticized by the teacher and was fined to do it again.
But Li Haisheng didn't do anything wrong, and he made fun of him for several days afterwards.
Li Haisheng's unique privileges were carried out almost from the time he transferred to another school until he graduated from middle school.
So few people in the class have a favorable impression of this "Li Yanei".
But having said that, no matter what, they are classmates after all, and the two of them also "bumped" over the stool.
Whether it is out of courtesy or to calm things down, Zhang Shihui always has to offer a cigarette and say a few perfunctory words to him.
But this passing cigarette was different.
You know, what Zhang Shihui took out was the "Three Five" just bought from the Friendship Store, which was a box of foreign exchange coupons worth one yuan each.
Li Haisheng is a discerning shopkeeper, and he was surprised as soon as he took the cigarette.
“Oh, man, that’s awesome. Are you smoking all the foreign cigarettes?”
He glanced at the dishes on Zhang Shihui’s table and his expression changed again.
"Such a big show? Dude, you're doing well! Where do you work?"
Zhang Shihui took out a match and struck it, lighting a cigarette for Li Haisheng.
"Forget about my work, it will definitely not be as good as yours..."
Li Haisheng exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head.
"It's boring, look at your outfit, you are much more respectable than me..."
Zhang Shihui lit it himself, flicked out the match and threw it away.
"Listen to what I have to say. I can't work well, but I can make extra money. I can get some cool stuff, home appliances, cigarettes, alcohol, etc..."
"Real or fake?" Li Haisheng was even more surprised. "Don't blow, can you handle the four-horn Sanyo?"
Zhang Shihui smiled confidently.
"Bragging? It's a joke. But it can be done, but the price is definitely a little more expensive than what's on the market."
"How much more expensive? Is it original?" Li Haisheng was quite serious. On.
"It's 20% more expensive. Of course it's original. What? Do you want it?"
Zhang Shihui asked casually without taking it seriously.
Unexpectedly, Li Haisheng became completely excited.
"Of course, I want it. No kidding, how about getting me one? But, we are old classmates, can't you give me 20% more?"
Yes , just like that, the matter of the stool was put aside unknowingly, no one mentioned it again, and the two of them actually started a business deal.
Soon, they reached an agreement at a 10% higher price and agreed to pay and deliver the goods this Sunday.
For this reason, Li Haisheng happily bought two bottles of soda and gave them to Zhang Shihui's table.
Zhang Shihui is also very generous. The whole box of "San Wu" that he just opened went to Li Haisheng.
Look what's going on.
The two classmates who had never exchanged a few words before going to school now seemed like close friends.
At the end of the day, when Zhang Shihui and Liu Weijing finished eating and left the restaurant first, Li Haisheng chased him from the table and walked a few steps away.
At the door of the restaurant, he held Zhang Shihui’s hand and asked her.
"Brother, please take the trouble. The key is my girlfriend. She was worried that it would be hard to buy the original machine, so she urged me so hard. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so impatient..."< br>
“Don’t worry, leave it to me, it will be right.”
Zhang Shihui followed up with another joke. "You are so funny, you have your dad here. Is there any need to rush this matter?"
It would have been fine if I didn't say this, but once I said it, it completely aroused Li Haisheng's complaints.
“Oh, my buddy, it’s not as good as it was back then. The Grain Bureau has long since lost its popularity. There is no other benefit except getting some worthless souvenirs.”
“I I'm still thinking about relocating my job and how to get to the foreign trade port. Unfortunately, my father can't speak well, and it's very difficult to get there because they require foreign languages..."
"Damn, this is the Hedong Three in the Thirty Years. Ten years in Hexi, what kind of world..."
Zhang Shihui was too lazy to listen to this, waved his hand and turned to leave with Liu Weijing.
"Okay, no more words. Just wait for my call. I will contact you as soon as the things arrive."
But just like that, Li Haisheng still shouted a few more times at the backs of Zhang Shihui and Liu Weijing. Voice.
"Thank you! So what... do you want some sesame oil? It's done, I'll give you a few kilograms..."
"Hey, it's hard to make a phone call. You can just go to our house to find me. Anyway, I won’t be going out for the next few days, so I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Do you remember where I live? Building No. 5 in the Grain Bureau Courtyard… …”
Then the boy crossed his arms and shivered before running back to Hongbin Tower.
It can be seen how much attention and desire it has.
(End of this chapter)