20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 1179 Fried Buns

Zhang Fu said: "Go and ask, do you still want to report the Beijing Hotel here?"

Aunt Ji said: "He said that the travel expenses and accommodation will be reimbursed. Didn't we come out to live in the Capital Hotel?"

Xiao Huang blocked a taxi, and four people boarded the car. "Wu Palace Hotel."

In fact, the bus was right next to the square, from the train station to Fujian Middle Road, there was a stop beside Wu Gong, but all four of them were blinded, and no one knew.

In this era, the night in Shanghai is dazzling, with colorful lights, dazzling shops, legendary bars, cafes full of foreigners, and fragrant pan-fried buns. The 'old hats' were overwhelmed.

At this moment, Pudong has already developed initially, but in the eyes of Puxi people, it is still a countryside, let alone people from other provinces.

Open room, eat, sleep.

Zhang Fu didn't know what time he fell asleep, but he still woke up at dawn in the morning.

After washing with excitement and endless longing, Zhang Fu looked at the time, and there were still three hours before the investment promotion conference.

He walked around the house a few times, but he had nothing to do. He wanted to wake up his mother, but he didn't dare. He opened the window and lay down on the window sill to look outside, imagining his future situation, and suddenly a kind of pride rose from his chest. Together, even the [-]-meter-tall building opposite has become ordinary in the eyes.

"Peng, Peng Peng Peng. Xiaofu, Xiaofu?"

Zhang Fu was awakened by Mrs. Ji's knock on the door, and only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep by the window sill.Swallowing, he ran to open the door.

"Are you up or are you still asleep? Or are you falling asleep?" Mrs. Step asked, looking at Zhang Fu who ran into the bathroom to wash his face.

"I got up early, and I was confused again just now." Zhang Fu was a little embarrassed.

"Hurry up and wash up, and go down to eat. It's just in time to come up after dinner. I just checked to see if there is no one. It's not as lively as you said." The step-mother was a little worried.

Zhang Fu said: "There must be a lot of people, just watch."

Aunt Ji said, "Then why didn't I see any of them this morning?"

Zhang Fu said: "I can't live here. This night is so expensive, how many people are willing? How normal."

Aunt Ji shook her head: "If you can't even bear to stay here for one night, what can that person do? Open a small shop? According to what you said, if you buy a province, you have to pay the franchise fee and then promote the goods, no A few hundred and eighty thousand can do it?"

Zhang Fu said: "Does he have to be like you? This is not the hotel here, where can I stay?"

Aunt Ji said: "The meeting is here, who can deliberately find trouble to live in another place? It's really like what you said, such a good project, such a big business, doesn't it have to be a big boss? Anyway, I feel, Nothing."

Zhang Fu said: "Huanxing only arrived today, do you have to come early? Why don't you have other things to do when you come? There are so many things, you really do it every day."

The two women were arguing, Zhang Fu wiped his face, and they came out of the room together, joined Xiao Lao and Xiao Huang, and went outside to find something to eat on the street.

Here is the old city, the streets are very narrow, the houses are also very dilapidated, and it is not like being in a city at all with Nanjing Road, which is very close.There are private two-story and three-story buildings on the side of the road, the wires are messy, the walls are peeling off, the doors and windows are old.

The side facing the street has been converted into a retail store, which is in a mess, with various signs of different sizes, and the whole street gives people a messy and dirty feeling.

Bamboo poles were hung on their heads, quilts, clothes and bed sheets were hanging to dry. There were a lot of people in a hurry, and vehicles honked and whistled slowly passing by.There are a lot of bicycles, crowded with passers-by, and the voices are so loud that I can't understand a word.

There are many breakfast shops, crowds crowded at the window to buy, sauced meat buns, fried buns, bought a few and took them in hand to eat while walking, the aroma and steam wafted in the street.There are alleys and alleys in the middle of the store, which are narrow and dark, and there are ordinary local people's houses inside.

Auntie Ji looked around and felt a little uncomfortable with the environment, so she said, "Just eat this bun, okay?"

Zhang Fu nodded: "Whatever you want, you can eat whatever you want."

Several people walked to a fried shop at the intersection of the street.

This store has the largest storefront in sight, and there are tables and chairs for dine-in.

The tables and chairs inside are like elementary school classrooms, arranged in rows, leaving a back aisle on the left and right.There are not many people eating in the store.

The four randomly found a table that looked clean and sat down. After waiting for a while, no one came to serve. Xiao Huang stopped a clerk who was passing by: "Eat."

The eldest sister looked at the four people with contempt, raised her hand and said, "Pay for the ticket." The accent was very thick, but she could still understand.

It turns out that this place is similar to the former state-run restaurants in Northeast China. The waiters don't serve you, so you have to pay for the tickets and bring food by yourself.

Xiao Huang got up, went to buy four cages of raw fried wontons and four bowls of wontons, and then waited by the frying pan on the side of the street.Frying Pan is a separate room with two windows, one facing the street and the other in the store. There are queues on the street, and there are not many people in the store.

The fried bun master had no expression on his face, and ignored what the people inside and outside the shop said, as if he couldn't hear him, just busy with himself.

After waiting for a long time, the wontons were almost finished, and the pan-fried buns for the four of them were finally out of the pot.

But the taste of wonton and fried is good.

After eating, I came out and checked the time. It was already 40:[-], and the meeting was more than ten minutes away from [-]:[-], and the four of them went back to the hotel.

The meeting is on the third floor.

As soon as you get out of the elevator, there is a transit hall. The door of the meeting room has already been opened, and there are several young men and women busy setting up the venue.The banner has been pulled up, and the projection is already playing. The laptop is placed on the first row of tables, and there are piles of promotional leaflets beside it.

There is a bicycle in one corner, and a small box on the shelf, surrounded by posters advertising cooking calcium.

A dozen or so people sat sparsely in the venue, all wearing coats and scarves, and some were still yawning.

Zhang Fu excitedly pulled Mrs. Step into the room, and looked at everything in the room excitedly.

The people in the room glanced this way and then went about their own affairs, and no one spoke to them.

Zhang Fuxing rushed forward, but was stopped by the step-mother, who gave him a look, and found a place to sit down at the back.

Zhang Fu was like a thorn in his butt, unable to sit still, shaking his head to look around, observing those who came to the meeting, always looking for someone to talk to.

People came in one after another. When it was close to nine o'clock, there were about 40 to [-] people sitting in the venue.

But the step-lady was a little disappointed. From the past, few people seemed to be rich.

In this day and age, it is very easy to tell whether a person is rich or not. There are big differences in clothing, speech and behavior, which cannot be pretended.Unlike the later generations, there are too many supplies, the information explosion, and the true and false are mixed together.

Zhang Fu finally found a chance to strike up a conversation, and sat down beside him was a middle-aged man in a black woolen overcoat with a small plaid collar tucked into his collar.

"Are you also here to join?" Zhang Fu asked.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zhang Fu, and smiled politely: "Look, I still don't understand."

(End of this chapter)