Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 196 The Red House

The Red House Western Restaurant is a small two-story building with red walls and tiles, the name of the shop is written on the black marble signboard, and there are several bicycles on the right side of the door.

After entering the restaurant, He Ping was a little surprised by the interior decoration. He thought that the decades-old western restaurant should at least have elegant colors, soft lighting, white tablecloths, and luxurious moldings, full of European style and atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, when I entered the door, I saw several square tables compactly placed among them. The tables were covered with white tablecloths, but what happened to the big glass on it?In a trance, He Ping thought that what he was buying was a big plate in the fringe area of ​​urban and rural areas.

He Ping looked at the decoration full of the characteristics of the times in front of him, and felt happy.This is also very good, eating is meant to be relaxed, always with dim lights and a quiet atmosphere, it always feels like a religious ceremony, not to fill the stomach.

The two were ushered to a seat by the window by the waiter, "What do you two want to order?"

Zhang Yuqian handed over the menu to He Ping. He Ping came here for the first time and had never heard of it before, so he said to Zhang Yu, "You can order first. Is there any recommendation for me when I come here for the first time?"

Zhang Yu said: "Why don't we have a Zhang Ailing set meal."

Of course Zhang Ailing He Ping knows, but what is this Zhang Ailing package, "What is Zhang Ailing's package?"

Zhang Yu explained to him: "In the early years, the western food of the Red House was loved by many celebrities in Shanghai. It is said that Zhang Ailing was also a frequent visitor to the Red House. At that time, there was a rumor that Zhang Ailing's favorite menu was onion soup, baked snails and mustard. steak."

It turned out to be a celebrity effect, "That's good, then let's order according to this."

After ordering and waiting for the food to be served, a few more guests came in at the door, both Chinese and foreign, and they were ushered to the seats next to them by the waiter.

As soon as they were seated, one of the foreigners complained to the two Chinese in English, "Gu, are you sure this is a French restaurant that has been in business for decades?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Gu said: "Of course, Mr. Martin. How can I talk nonsense to you on this point?"

Martin curled his lips, "Your factory management is in a mess. I didn't expect that even the restaurant is like this."

The two Chinese, including the middle-aged man surnamed Gu, showed embarrassment on their faces, and another foreigner who came with him said, "Martin, don't be so mean, it's time to get off work."

Martin spread his hands, and said to the two Chinese people without any sincerity: "Okay, I'm sorry you two, I just didn't switch over for a while."

The two Chinese quickly waved their hands, "It's okay, it's okay."

Several of them spoke in English, which He Ping could understand, thanks to the American dramas I watched in college in those years.

Although he was a little disgusted by the foreigner's rude words, but they didn't mention him, He Ping just pretended that he didn't hear it. When the food was served, he and Zhang Yu talked while eating.

"Mr. He, where do you live in the Northeast? Is your hometown in the Northeast?"

He was still called Writer He in the afternoon, and Teacher He now. He Ping couldn't understand why Zhang Yu changed his name. He replied, "Do you know Yingcheng, Liao Province? It's not far from Jinzhou, and my hometown is in the Northeast."

"I know Jinzhou, so it's there. Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Zhang Yu's question made He Ping a little surprised. It's a bit weird for strangers to talk about it.

"Have."

"Oh!" Zhang Yu was slightly disappointed.

Zhang Yu's depression didn't last for a few seconds, and she changed the subject again, "Mr. He, how long will you stay in Shanghai this time? When will you leave?"

"I think it will be soon. When Mr. Li Zhun finishes revising the script, my task will be completed."

He Ping is not sure about his return date, it should depend on the speed of Mr. Li Zhun's hands.

"Ms. Li changed the script very quickly, and it probably won't take a few days."

"That's good, you can go home early. Shanghai is really not a place for people to stay at this time." He Ping complained, it is early spring and February, and air conditioning is not popular in this era, so people can't stay anywhere except going to The afternoon at the Shibaiyi store was a little better, and the rest of the time was hard work.

"Aren't you going to the capital?" Zhang Yu asked.

"What am I going to do in the capital?" He Ping was puzzled.

"It was Teacher Bi who said that the heroine of this movie has not yet been decided. Director Xie's "Legend of Tianyun Mountain" has been filming, and I can't get away, so I can only cast in the capital." Zhang Yu's face was a little bit Regretful look.

He Ping roughly guessed Zhang Yu's purpose for inviting him to dinner today, and he said, "Teacher Bi never mentioned this to me, so I guess I don't need to go."

"That's it!" Zhang Yu was slightly disappointed, and then she realized her gaffe, "Mr. He, I'm just curious."

He Ping looked at Zhang Yu's self-deprecating appearance and didn't bother to expose it. Did this girl think everyone was a fool because she was stupid?
"No, no, Gu. Your problem is too big. It is difficult for us to make an investment decision in such a factory."

The voice of the foreigner at the next table was a little loud. It seems that he had a lot of opinions on the words of the middle-aged man surnamed Gu. He then said: "First of all, when we entered the factory, our first impression was very bad. The whole factory revealed that With a decayed and desolate temperament, so many machines in the factory are old guys from the 50s, and the state of the workers is sloppy and unorganized. You can see these in your eyes. I believe You must have explained to them beforehand, but the state you showed is still like this, it is hard for us to believe your sincerity."

Faced with the accusation of the foreigner named Martin, the middle-aged man surnamed Gu hurriedly explained: "Mr. I heard the news that you are coming to invest. They have lived in this system for most of their lives, so they are somewhat resistant to your investment. But please believe in our sincerity in Shanghai listing, and please believe in our ability to solve problems Determination and ability, as long as you agree to invest, all of this will not be a problem, and we will give you the greatest discounts and benefits."

Martin still shook his head, "Gu, it's not a matter of discounts and profit sharing, but your hardware and software conditions can't satisfy us. Gu, I find it hard to believe that your stupid workers can meet our production conditions. Shanghai, the most economically developed city in China, if those rural areas..."

Seeing that Martin's words became more and more outrageous, the foreigner beside him said, "Martin!"

A look of shame and anger appeared on the face of the middle-aged man surnamed Gu, including the young Chinese next to him, but both of them surprisingly maintained restraint.

At the same time, another voice came from the restaurant, "Mr. Martin!"

(End of this chapter)