Tiger Police

Chapter 515 Snack Bar

Hu Pingtao lowered his head to record. After a long time, he raised his head and asked noncommittally, "Is this what you guys are arguing about?"

Li Yin sighed: "There are twists and turns, and I can't explain a sentence or two. Police officer, you should ask the old Zhou family couple! They have been renting a house and opening a shop here for several years. They know what problems there are."

Hu Pingtao turned his attention to the couple and began to ask about the situation.

The husband is chubby, very strong, and speaks very frankly: "My name is Zhou Fandi, I am 59 this year, and I will be [-] next year."

Long Xu was delighted when he heard it beside him: "Zhou Fandi? This name is very domineering!"

The man said nonchalantly: "The name given by the old man in the family, many people used to be called this. It is normal to be anti-imperialist and anti-feudal. There are also several names in our village called "Anti-American" and "Anti-Japanese". Now it sounds It felt awkward, but it used to be really fashionable."

He then introduced the woman standing beside him: "This is my wife, Huang Ping."

Zhou Fandi turned around, pointed to the No. [-] shop directly opposite, and said seriously to Hu Pingtao: "My hometown is in Taixing. At first, I came to the provincial capital with a few fellow villagers. Because the rent in this area is cheap, I rented it. A single room, and my wife lives with me."

"My son and daughter are both grown up. One works in the coastal area, and the other goes to school in other provinces. Now the two children have married and established businesses. They live in their own homes. They usually call to contact each other. They only get together during the New Year and holidays."

"My wife and I don't have a unit, and we don't have a pension. When I first came to the provincial capital, I was thinking about doing something, or going out to find a job and do it first, because there must be income!"

"There are quite a lot of people living in this area, and everyone usually needs to eat. I used to learn how to make Suofen from my relatives in my hometown. The food is delicious! When I was young, I just made fresh Suofen. Hold the lotus leaf, pour it with various condiments and mix it casually, it tastes so good!"

"It's far away... Hehehehe, making Suofen is a craft, but now we use machines, and you can buy rice noodles here in the provincial capital. We call this "noodles" over there, and they are all the same thing."

"My wife and I discussed it and decided to open a millet thread shop. So I found Boss Qin and rented her shop."

Looking at the small shop with the signboard, Hu Pingtao frowned and said: "No! This is not a shop! At most, it is a house facing the street. The wall was opened and a fan was opened towards the street. Door."

Qin Xuefen hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "This is also a shop. After all, it faces the street!"

Hu Pingtao did not continue to discuss this topic.He turned to Zhou Fandi and asked, "How much does it cost you to rent this shop a month?"

Zhou Fangdi raised three fingers: "3000 yuan per month."

"Three thousand?" Cui Wen exclaimed in surprise, "So expensive?"

This is not a main road, but a very ordinary alley.The width of the street is less than three meters, which is very cramped. On the left and right sides are buildings built by the villagers themselves. Bamboo poles protrude from between the windows, and clothes are hung to dry.Even during the day, the light still feels dim.

A house of more than ten square meters, at most twenty square meters, costs 3000 yuan a month, which is indeed high.

The monthly rent for a single room in a house nearby is only [-].

Zhou Fandi smiled wryly and said: "At the beginning, Boss Tan's asking price was not so high. At that time, the rent was [-] yuan per month. I also tried to do it. If the business is good, I will open the small shop. If the business is not If it’s good, it’s closed, anyway, it’s to stop the loss in time.”

Next to it, a bystander interjected: "Lao Zhou's snack bar is still doing very well. The main reason is that his rice noodles are delicious and the ingredients are sufficient."

Another person nodded and agreed: "I have eaten at his house for several years, and it is indeed delicious."

Zhou Fandi hurriedly bowed his hands to them: "They are all old neighbors, thank you! Thank you!"

He immediately said to Hu Pingtao: "Although I am a foreigner, the noodles we make here are the same as the rice noodles here in Yunnan Province—we must pay attention to the materials used."

"I only started to learn how to make small pot rice noodles after I came here. Let's talk about the meat! I have eaten rice noodles in many stores. Some of them have little ingredients, and some of them are full of meat. They are all greasy in the mouth. There are also some who can't feel that it is meat at all."

"I ordered the meat from the meat stall in the vegetable market. It's real. I'm not bragging. I've been here for so long. I never use minced meat. I cut it myself with a knife. The meat is about the size of the belly of a finger. Stewed with shiitake mushrooms, it tastes chewy, and anyone who eats it will know it is fresh."

"Then there is the formula." Although Zhou Fandi is more than 50 years old, his mentality is very young, and he is an old urchin. Especially when it comes to this aspect, his face shows a bit of complacency: "Qiaoxiangyuan, Jianxin Garden, Duanshi Street... I have been to the famous rice noodle restaurants in the provincial capital. The signboard of Guoqiao Rice Noodles is too big for me to make, but Xiaoguo Rice Noodles are okay. I follow the eating habits of my hometown before, and according to At the request of the guests here, I made a few recipes myself. At the beginning, I took turns to cook it, let everyone taste it, and after adjustments, I selected the final recipe.”

Hearing what he said was interesting, Hu Pingtao couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't see it! You, a foreigner, can really make Xiaoguo rice noodles better than our locals?"

Zhou Fandi cheerfully raised his hand and pointed around the bystanders around him: "I ask everyone, am I bragging?"

Everyone nodded.

"Lao Zhou's words are really not nonsense. From the time he opened his store to now, I basically eat breakfast here every day, and there is also supper at night. The taste is really good, and the people are real."

"You're right. Lao Zhou is mainly a man. There are many restaurants that make rice noodles and noodles. His small shop is back on the street. If you don't walk in, who knows there is a shop here? Sometimes I'm in I cook it myself at home. The key to good taste of rice noodles is the bowl of soup. Look at the ones made by Lao Zhou, with big bones and old hens, which are basically changed every two days. Look at those unscrupulous restaurants outside. The soup pot is just one bone, and it takes at least a week to cook back and forth."

"That's right, so where is the soup! It's all about using bones to pretend. How can that kind of glass soup taste like meat? To put it bluntly, it's bone bath water!"

"The small pot of rice noodles in our old provincial capital is unique in the whole country. The small pot for cooking rice noodles must be made of copper. One pot is one bowl, no more and no less. The broth is also very particular, it must be chicken soup , or it’s a tube bone, and a fish has to be added. Scoop the broth in a small pot, add bacon, leeks, sour pickles...etc. In summer, it is made with pea tips in winter, and lard must be used when cooking, so that the fragrance and umami taste are enough.”

"There is also soy sauce, which must be the time-honored soy sauce from Tuodong Pickle Factory. The sour, umami, sweet and spicy flavors of the rice noodles cooked in this small pot are all just right."

"Although Lao Zhou is a foreigner, he is really good at cooking rice noodles. Even our old man would give his thumbs up after eating it."

"The other thing is that the rice noodles cooked by Lao Zhou are very generous. He is honest, he never cuts corners, and he sells things cheaply. You can go outside and find a small shop. Rice noodles, small bowls 11 yuan, large bowls 12 In some places, it can even be sold for 13 yuan. Adding caps is at least five yuan. But what about Lao Zhou? His small bowl was sold for nine yuan last year, and the large bowl was sold for ten yuan. Ten dollars and eleven dollars."

"I go to Lao Zhou's shop to eat a bowl every day before going to work. It's really comfortable!"

"Look at the row of small restaurants on the opposite side of the main road. The business is not as good as that of Lao Zhou. Many people come here because of their reputation and ask along the alley. After eating once, they will come for the second time. Usually the road outside is full. When I get out of the car, I often see luxury cars like Porsche, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, etc. Hehe... It seems that rich people like this too."

Hearing what everyone said was interesting, Hu Pingtao smiled and asked Zhou Fandi: "Your business is pretty good! When I'm free someday, I'll try your handicraft."

Zhou Fandi smiled even more happily: "Welcome, welcome. We are all guests here, and the rice noodles I made will definitely satisfy you."

The reason why Hu Pingtao said this was just to make a pretext.Taking advantage of the situation, he asked Zhou Fandi: "Why are you arguing today?"

In a word, the interest that Zhou Fandi had just raised was drowned out like cold water in an instant.

He glanced at Tan Xuefen who was standing diagonally opposite, he hesitated to speak.

Next to him, his wife Huang Ping complained in a low voice: "What are you afraid of! It's already at this point, and the police are here. Even if she called the police, it has nothing to do with you!"

Zhou Anti-Emperor thought carefully that this is indeed the truth.He brewed his emotions, and said to Hu Pingtao seriously: "Officer, anyway, there is a lot of trouble today, and I'm not afraid of offending anyone, so I'll tell you the truth!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the narrow and cramped storefront and asked, "For this palm-sized store, how much do you think the monthly rent is suitable for?"

In fact, Hu Pingtao has basically understood the focus of the dispute between the two sides.He smiled slightly, and said lightly: "This place is not facing the street, it's just an aisle in the village, how could it have something to do with the shop?"

Tan Xuefen became anxious when she heard it next to her: "Why isn't this a pavement? This must be a pavement! Look, there are people walking back and forth on this road. He opened a restaurant here to do business. If it wasn't a pavement, he would Why are you renting my house?"

Hu Pingtao was not angry, he said to Qin Xuefen seriously: "If you have any objections to this, you can take legal channels."

Qin Xuefen glared at him viciously: "You police are on the same side as the court."

Hu Pingtao responded lightly: "Justice is at the heart of the people. Some things are not up to you. Whether this place is a pavement or an ordinary residential building is not up to you. It is managed by the Housing and Urban-rural Development Bureau. The street offices and planning bureaus, all kinds of identification procedures are very formal."

Zhou Fangdi interjected: "When I first started renting a house here, the wall facing the street was already opened up by the landlord...here, it was her."

Lifting his finger to Tan Xuefen, Zhou Fandi continued: "At that time, I didn't think about opening a store by myself, I just wanted to find a place where I could live cheaper. At that time, the store door was not so big and wide. There's a door on this side of the alley, a regular-sized one."

Hu Pingtao asked a key question: "How much was the monthly rent at that time?"

Zhou Fandi stretched out his left hand, and gestured with his thumb and index finger apart: "800 yuan, water and electricity are not included."

Hu Pingtao nodded slightly: "That is to say, the house was calculated as an ordinary residence at the beginning."

Zhou Fandi nodded and said, "If it's a shop, then it's definitely not the price. At least one or two thousand."

The onlookers nodded after listening to the words.

"I watched Mrs. Qin when she opened the door here. It was for the convenience of entering and exiting. After all, there are two doors, front and back, which can be entered and exited."

"It's pure nonsense to talk about shops and the like. If Lao Zhou didn't open a snack bar, no one would come to this place at ordinary times."

"How about I try it too, smash the wall facing the street of my house, and once the two sides are opened, this is a proper shop!"

"Don't talk about it, okay, I think you are crazy about money?"

Hu Pingtao didn't care about the discussions around him, he said to Zhou Fandi: "Go on."

Zhou Fandi nodded: "The old saying is good, people move to live, trees move to die. I was thinking at the time, I must find a livelihood that can bring money, so I discussed with the landlord to see if the door on the side of the street can be relocated. It was dismantled and replaced with a rolling door, and I opened a snack bar by myself."

"She agreed, but I have to pay for the door replacement, and I will handle everything myself, and she doesn't care about anything."

"Later, the store opened, and the business gradually improved."

"To be honest, I must have made some money, but it's far from what outsiders think. Think about it, there are only me and my wife in this store, and it's just such a big place, even if you want to expand the business scale Maybe!"

"My store uses only wooden tables and stools, and there is no room for another table. Usually, many customers have no place to sit when they come, so they have to stand and eat."

Hu Pingtao said with a smile: "Don't just complain, it's not okay to sell miserably all the time. Tell me the truth—under normal circumstances, how much money can you make a month?"

Zhou Fandi had a polite and cunning smile on his face: "That's not sure. In the past, there was a profit of several thousand yuan, but now there are more customers, and the profit must be more than before!"

Hu Pingtao asked: "Should there be a monthly profit of more than [-] yuan?"

Zhou Fandi hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

At this time, Huang Ping interjected: "It's not easy for us to open this snack bar. People who get up early and stay late every day are just earning hard money."

Hu Pingtao comforted her with a smile: "You think too much. I don't mean to embarrass you, I just resolve your disputes according to the procedure and do an investigation."

Huang Ping let out an "oh" and continued: "Our snack bar has only been open for less than half a year, and the landlord asked for a rent increase."

(End of this chapter)