Fengcheng old events

Chapter 413 Second Road

Two days later, Zhang Xinglong and Chen Degang came to Shenyang.

Both have classes to attend.

Zhang Xinglong has changed positions at this moment, transferred from the dormitory to the office building of the open-pit mine, working shifts in the small cafeteria behind the factory office, working long night shifts.

The small canteen is the place where the leaders of the mine have their daily meals and receive customers. They are all private rooms, without a hall, and the dishes are all fried dishes. In fact, it is a restaurant that is not open to the public, and the grade is not low.

There are several places like this in the mine. The large canteen in the upper dormitory is mainly for employees, but it also receives guests from the guest house. There are big pots and small stir-fries.

The guest house is to receive the resident or service personnel of the equipment and accessories manufacturers, and it is not open to the public.

The small canteen of the mine office only receives leaders and their guests, as well as experts upstairs.

There is also a mine hotel in the direction of Taiyanggou from the mine office, which is a place for foreign business that integrates accommodation and catering, and is a place for receiving groups or senior people.

People like Li Guangxi and Yin Xiumei lived in the Mining Hotel when they came to the mine for condolences and performances, but they ate at Zhao Shuang's restaurant.

There is only night shift in the small cafeteria. I go to sleep at [-] o'clock in the evening, and get up at [-] o'clock the next morning to leave.

"Let's go directly to Erma Road?" Chen Degang looked up at the sky and asked.

"Then where do you want to go?"

"Why don't you go to Shisanwei for a while?"

"Let's go to Erma Road first. There are all equipment over there, and we can't afford it now."

The two walked from the station to Erma Road, the scorching sun was shining on their heads, the main road was steaming, and there was not a single grass.

"Shenyang is much hotter than ours, and the sun feels different."

"The city is getting bigger, it's full of asphalt roads and high-rise buildings, not even a tree, so many cars and people, how can it not be hot?"

Coming from the railway station square, follow Minzhu Road diagonally to the southeast, and walk for more than 200 meters. The shops on both sides of the road have changed from cables, machinery, water pumps and accessories to food additives, food packaging and food machinery.

It is said that most of the businesses on this road are from Zhejiang, and later integrated to build Wenzhou City.

There is no Wenzhou city yet, but the small food city is already under construction.

There are also a lot of eyewear accessories wholesale stores and hairdressing and hairdressing supplies stores here, but there are not as many people as in Zhejiang, and they are not on a large scale.

Beauty salons are mostly done by locals or Guangzhou people. Glasses are basically monopolized by Jiangxi people, and there are more people from Yingtan.

As the economic and cultural center of several provinces outside the customs, Shenyang has inherent commercial advantages.

pity……

"So many? You said Zheng Xiaodong, that idiot, thought it was so mysterious. He believed whatever people said."

"I haven't been out of the house before. It's not like we didn't know it before. I have been to Shenyang countless times, and I just came here."

"You always come to Shenyang before?"

"Well, Wuai, South Tower, Daximen, Forbidden City, Taiyuan Street Middle Street, Beiling, Tiexi, Dongling, anyway, I have been to almost all of them, and I have actually been here. I have lived here for half a year. , I didn’t pay attention to it if I didn’t engage in it at that time.”

"Where is the front?"

"Cultural Palace, I got a chef ticket here."

Zhang Xinglong pointed to the Cultural Palace tens of meters away: "It seems that in the future, you will have to look around wherever you go, observe and understand more, and you can't say when it will be used."

"The children in your city are so happy." Chen Degang sighed.

"Nanfen is a fart city? I was not in the countryside when I was a child, and I envied you at that time. I feel that the small city is so big and awesome."

"Fuck, really?"

"Well, when I was young, I was in Zhangjiabao, on the side of Fatai, you know?"

"do not know."

"Return to Pianling Management, Pianling Commune."

"Oh, I know, many of my classmates are from there. Then why did your family come to Nanfen?"

"My father assigned him as a soldier. My father's six brothers came out by himself. My fifth uncle also served as a soldier and went to the battlefield. My father didn't let him come out. At that time, the city couldn't have enough to eat."

"Really? Then your fifth uncle must hate your grandfather to death now."

"Then I don't know, my grandfather has been dead for many years. This one, this one has packaging." The two of them walked to the place while talking. Zhang Xinglong saw a packaging box in the window, and dragged Chen Degang into it.

The store is a bit big, with a row of counters at the door, small mouth tools, small packages of additives and pigments, etc. There are boxes of things piled up on the wall inside, and there is a strong sour smell of volatilized additives in the room. .

This store is on the side of the Cultural Palace, upstairs is the dormitory where Zhang Xinglong used to live, but there was no such store at that time.

This place is completely different from what it was in 91. The restaurant is gone, and it has been changed to the Bank of China. The front entrance is Mr. Li’s Beef Noodles, and the Tianjiaji store is on the side. Give points.

Things are different and people are different. In just a few years, the changes around the Cultural Palace have been extraordinary, and it feels like a world away.

Including the side of Taiyuan Street, it has been completely remodeled now. The original old streets and alleys have disappeared, replaced by high-rise buildings, and all the small shops have been moved underground, which no longer has the original flavor.

In the mid-90s, the housing prices here had reached [-] to [-] square meters.

It's a pity that after the luxury upgrade, the flow of people has been declining, and ordinary people would rather go farther to Zhongjie.

Zhang Xinglong didn't understand what the management department was thinking. He was spending huge sums of money to do things that were contrary to the market demand. A good China First Street directly abolished his martial arts. He did nothing but raise the housing price. up.

At the moment, Taiyuan Street is not even as lively as Tiexi Night Market.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the whole country is like this. The management department will only take eggs, constantly raise the price of land and house prices, increase the cost of operators, and forcefully increase the price of goods, and finally collapse.The list goes on and on.

"Can you see this set of mouths?"

The room was busy, several salesmen were busy kicking their heads, and all kinds of buttermilk additives were moving out in boxes and boxes.

"Which one? This one? You run a cake shop?"

"Well, I opened a small shop."

"Then look at this, you don't need that." The salesperson handed over another box of mouthpieces.

"Why? Is it different?"

The salesperson froze for a moment: "What do you use? Isn't it cream?"

"Yes, cream, yellow cream."

"That's this one, that one is for fresh milk, it's different."

"What is fresh milk?"

"Over there, it's in the freezer. Let's see for yourself." The salesperson turned around and went to receive others. There were too many people, chattering, and the store was extremely noisy, and the ears were buzzing.

In such an environment, you have to listen to the customers clearly, answer everyone's questions, and make the list accurately without making mistakes.

Nothing is easy.

The additives are quite scattered. It’s okay to say that there are large items, but there are a lot of small items in bulk. The small items used on the cake are all calculated according to the number.

(End of this chapter)