Rebirth of the Non-Mainstream Village Chief

Chapter 35 The Opening of the Martial Arts School

After seeing off the last group of diners at noon, Fan Tianming finally had a moment of respite.

After rushing to make tea and lighting a cigarette, recalling the struggles of the past few years, I feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

It's not easy!

Although his Fan Ji Roast Meat has only been in business for less than five years, it is a century-old brand in the provincial capital.The generation of his great-grandfather started to operate this business, but in his grandfather's generation, the society has undergone tremendous changes. First, it was a public-private partnership, and the sign left by his ancestors was returned to the public.

Later on, without knowing what happened, Abba lost his position as deputy factory director overnight, and lost his salary as deputy factory director.

One night five years ago, my father, who had been seriously ill for a long time, suddenly and mysteriously handed him a booklet, saying that it was a secret recipe handed down from his grandfather, and entrusting him to carry on and carry forward the business of Fanji roast meat.

So, after his father passed away, he borrowed money from here and there, scraped together some money, and opened such a roast meat shop.

However, the roast meat he made according to the secret recipe recorded in the brochure always felt a little less than the roast meat made by his grandfather when he was a child.A small loss is a thousand miles away, which is the main reason why his newly opened Fan Ji Roast Meat can't always bring back memories of Fan Ji Roast Meat in the old neighbors.

No time to concentrate on research!

He has to purchase the ingredients himself every day, prepare the condiments by himself, and can’t rely on others for the cooking. He also has to take care of the business in the store. Even if he has two extra hours a day, he will only feel that the time is tight and there is not enough time. How can he have time to study the secret recipes handed down by his family?
Before finishing a cigarette, Fan Tianming dozed off with emotion.

While dozing off, I suddenly heard a voice in front of me: "Shopkeeper, do you still have lunch?"

The voice seemed so familiar... Fan Tianming suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a handsome smiling face.

"Ben Gong, it's you!"

Fan Tianming's surprise did not contain the slightest exaggeration. The guy in front of him was the bully benefactor who stood up for him a few days ago, taught Zhou Guangzhi's gang of flying boys a lesson, and got back 1000 yuan in compensation for him.

"Quickly, please sit down."

Fan Tianming gave up his seat for Yang Rui, and made tea for Yang Ruixin.

"Engong, sit down first, and I'll cook two side dishes for you right now."

Yang Rui stopped Fan Tianming.

"Shopkeeper, don't be so busy, there is some roast meat left at noon, just bring me some."

Fan Tianming's face darkened.

"How can that be? You're slapping me in the face!"

Yang Rui smiled lightly.

"I'm here because I'm anxious to discuss something with you, so don't waste your time cooking."

Only then did Fan Tianming feel relieved, he chose two plates of roast meat for Yang Rui, brought a bottle of Yubing roast, and sat opposite to Yang Rui.

"Engong, if there is anything I can use, Fan Tianming, just ask."

Yang Rui took a sip of the food, then took a sip of the wine, and said straight to the point:

"I want you to close this shop..."

Fan Tianming was startled suddenly and was stunned for a long time, but he still refused to say no.

Yang Rui thought to himself, he really is a good man who knows how to repay his kindness, and he definitely didn't miss him.

"Come with me to Chancheng. I contracted the canteen of the municipal government over there, and borrowed the land of the canteen to set up a seafood restaurant. You help me take care of it, and I'll give you [-]% of the shares. In addition, if you can't let go of your ancestral Fanji Roast Meat, you can continue to manage it in the canteen of the government."

Fan Tianming let out a long breath, and his previous smile returned to his face.

"Engong, you scared me to death just now... Well, it's not impossible to close this shop and go to Chancheng, it's just Engong, you have such a big business, can I, can I do it?"

Yang Rui took the cigarette Fan Tianming handed over and lit it.

"I said you can do it, you can do it, and you can do it if you can't." The implication is that everything is covered by his bully.

Fan Tianming took two puffs of his cigarette and thought about it.

"Engong, I have one more thing to say, [-]% of the shares is too much, I can't bear it!"

Yang Rui blinked, then smiled playfully:
"Then [-]%, it's settled!"

Fan Tianming immediately became anxious.

"Engong, I won't take you to play like this... Well, just pretend that I didn't say anything, [-]% is still the [-]% I said before."

……

Seventh Uncle selected a total of [-] apprentices, three more than the original plan, not because there were too many good seedlings to give up, but because some favors were too embarrassing.

For example, the youngest grandson of the old Li’s family in Jiangwan Village next door, although he is just stuck in the 40-year-old threshold in terms of age, but in terms of qualifications... his waist circumference is far longer than his legs, and his small belly can tremble three times when he runs a step.But there is no way, the seventh uncle can only pinch his nose and accept it. Who told Lao Li to donate two oceans to the guerrillas when he beat the little devil more than [-] years ago.

Kowtowing to apprentices is a bad custom in the old society. The current society has criticized and resisted it for decades, and it was not until the past two years that public opinion became more relaxed. Like the second uncle accepting apprentices, the government adopted an attitude of turning a blind eye.However, there was a lot of movement in the martial arts school, and when it happened, it would be a collective kowtow of eighteen youngsters, even Yang Rui was not sure what the consequences would be.

One thing more is worse than one thing less. There is no form of kowtow to worship the teacher, and there is still the essence of the master-student relationship. Wei Tiezhu can see this point. As long as the cubs are willing to work hard and practice hard, it is not a big deal for him as a master not to accept the three heads of his apprentices, but Uncle Qi would not say anything.

Since ancient times, kowtowing to worship masters has been a natural and righteous practice. Without this form, there would be no master-student relationship. Without the master-student relationship, there would be a shitty martial arts school to teach shit kung fu.

Wei Tiezhu only had to be scolded in front of his master, and he had no courage to persuade. Huang Dalong was a little stronger, but as long as Uncle Qi opened his eyes, all he could do was shut up and run away. Seeing that tomorrow was the auspicious day for the opening of the martial arts school, the two had no choice but to leave the problem to Yang Rui.

Without even frowning, Yang Rui offered a solution.

"Tomorrow, when we open, let the youngsters serve tea to recognize the teacher first, and after practicing for a while, let the seventh uncle pick the ones that are pleasing to the eye and kowtow to them one by one."

That's a good idea!
The more Uncle Qi thought about it, the more he felt that the idea of ​​his grandson was ingenious. He knew people and faces but not his heart. He could recognize the little boy's martial arts aptitude at a glance, but his moral character was separated by a human skin. Without three months of observation, it was hard to come to a conclusion.If he recruited the wrong disciple, learned martial arts and then behaved mischievously, his fame of Liu Qingshan would be ruined.

After eight months in the first half of the year, after seeing through these little brats, and then earnestly accepting him under the Liu family, it will not delay the matter, but it can also serve as an incentive to these little brats, killing two birds with one stone... Well, my grandson has indeed inherited my old man's excellent quality-intelligence.

Chen Cangwei looked at the exquisite invitation card on the tea table in front of him, and his two thick eyebrows could not help being locked together. Since the little bastard who beat the bully returned to the village, his brows seemed to have not been relaxed.

The invitation was sent by Zhang Shaoben. For this traitor, Chen Cangwei wished he could pounce on him and bite his throat, but Tian Xiangzhang’s warning was vivid in his ears, so he had to put on a smile and listened patiently to Zhang Shaoben’s nonsense.

What Zhang Shaoben meant was that the martial arts school was the first property of the bully and scumbag after returning to the village. Although it didn't make money, it could bring a lot of fame to Gangnan Village. As the village head, he should attend the celebration of the opening of the martial arts school.

The traitor's words also revealed a layer of meaning, the bully and the little bastard invited many leaders of the village at the same time, if the head of Tian Township came and did not see the village head Chen, the face of Gangnan Village would be greatly lost.

Will the mayor of Tian accept the invitation of the bully and the little bastard?
I bother!

After spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm, Chen Cangwei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he concluded that the head of the village would not take care of the bully and the little bastard, he couldn't calm down because of the constant murmurs in his heart, so he just rode on his Jialing semi-automatic and headed straight for the village.

Tian Shaowu also received the invitation, which was two hours earlier than Chen Cangwei's. The person who sent the invitation was the accountant of Gangnan Village. Tian Shaowu remembered his surname Zhang, but he couldn't remember his name.In person, Tian Shaowu was very enthusiastic, but after closing the door, Tian Shaowu casually threw the invitation aside.

It's not that he is arrogant, he has participated in many similar activities in various villages.However, there are no rules, and this invitation should have been sent by the village chief Chen Cangwei of Gangnan Village. You, a village accountant, do it on your behalf, which is a violation of the rules.

Furthermore, this martial arts school was established by that upstart, if he accepted the invitation, he would stand on the opposite side of Chen Cangwei, which would not be conducive to maintaining his prestige, Tian Shaowu, and even less conducive to the stability and unity of Shigang Township.

However, Tian Shaowu is used to playing the card of being close to the people. Although the upstart is not flattering, he is still from Shigang Township, and he should be given some face. Therefore, Tian Shaowu called Xue Jiaqiang, the director of the township government office, and threw the invitation to him.

"You have to work hard tomorrow. I will arrange for Master Bai to drive you there. In addition, you can contact Village Chief Chen and tell me that I said it. I hope he can put the overall situation first and join you in the celebration of the opening of the martial arts school tomorrow."

Xue Jiaqiang agreed on the surface very simply, but in his heart there was a drumbeat. If other villages held such activities, it would definitely be a good business trip. Some would eat, some would drink, and some would still be taken before leaving.

But the problem is that the organizer of this event is not Gangnan Village, but the upstart in Gangnan Village. You can tell with your fucking ass that the head of Tian Township doesn't deal with that upstart, and the village chief Chen in Gangnan Village is even more incompatible with him.

(End of this chapter)