Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 197 Bao Ji Malatang? Zhou Mingcheng is Bao Guowei!

"Classmate, are you Zhou Mingcheng? My name is Nie Ziming. I'm glad to meet you!"

As soon as he sat down in the classroom, Bao Guowei saw a hand appearing in front of him. The fingers were not wet with spring water. The voice was that of a man, but the hand looked like a woman's.

He raised his head and glanced at the other party in surprise, obviously very surprised by this sudden greeting.

Thinking about it carefully, the way he dressed up when he went out not only had his beard stained, but also asked Zhang Nianyue to darken his skin. The most important thing was that the Si Dankang hair oil on his head was the first time he wore it. He didn't have a fashionable hairstyle, but kept a regular student's hair.

Nie Ziming didn't hear the other party's response and felt very embarrassed. He rubbed his hands nervously, as if he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

If it weren't for the discussion this morning, he would have developed a certain interest in the classmate who occupied the vacant seat.

Nie Ziming would not lose face and take the initiative to chat with this ordinary-looking classmate.

With his status, not only girls flocked to him like butterflies after smelling the fragrance of flowers, but many boys were also very willing to be friends with him.

After all, here, family represents future achievements. If you make friends with Nie Ziming, everything in the future will be better.

"Is that so?"

Bao Guowei didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The muscles on his face twitched and he asked in a funny way: "Does this final exam seem to be very important to you?"

Bao Guowei thought for a moment, took the other party's notebook, thanked him and said.

If he hadn't wanted to go to Peking University, studying abroad would not be difficult for him now.

He immediately asked back: "Brother Zhou, does he have some gossip, or does he know the gentleman who asked the question?"

Nie Ziming was very confused. He might have cursed someone else, but the person in front of him always exuded a different demeanor.

If you don't want to go to a higher education institution, what are you going to do in this school?

Hearing this, Wang Wenji immediately laughed out loud. In fact, he heard a little of the conversation between the two people just now.

A possible idea popped into Zhou Mingcheng's head.

Nie Ziming originally thought that the other party might be a little embarrassed or not good at communicating with others. Unexpectedly, he looked neither humble nor overbearing, so he immediately looked at the other party.

Surprisingly, the guy in front of him named Zhou Mingcheng didn't react at all, but looked very surprised.

"Thank you Brother Nie for your help. In my opinion, in this final exam, the history test will be modern foreign history, and the Chinese language test should be Chinese studies. Maybe you can also work hard in this direction. "

"Isn't this the final exam soon? You may not know that this exam is said to require outside masters to help with the questions. This learning content is naturally the top priority. I have prepared a review material here. My friends around me We all have a copy. Seeing that you don’t come here often, I wanted to share it with you. It’s not something expensive, just to make a friend.”

At this moment, Nie Ziming felt more and more that the other party was extraordinary. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn't look like an ordinary student at all.

Aren't you here to remind the other person to study hard and prepare for the final exam?

"It's not that great. I just pay attention to some current affairs. I think these things are hot topics in newspapers and magazines in recent months, right? I should get more marks in the exam."

Why, this Zhou Mingcheng actually made a key point for himself.

At this time, Wang Wenji was holding a basketball in his hand, patted Nie Ziming and said.

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"Hey, Zi Ming, why don't we go play basketball together? What are you doing standing around here?"

But for Bao Guowei now, this kind of thing is really trivial.

"Hey!"

But I didn't expect that this student would actually want to make friends with me? This was unexpected by Bao Guowei. After all, he now looked like a poor boy from the countryside.

Nie Ziming was just about to leave when he heard Bao Guowei's clear voice.

"See you."

Bao Guowei didn't know about this matter. The things he had been exposed to recently were so high-end that he didn't pay attention to these details.

"See you later." Nie Ziming also nodded in response, looking at the other person's tall figure leaving, not knowing what he was thinking in his head.

Nie Ziming suddenly felt that his head was a little messy. The more he thought about it, the more mysterious the person in front of him became.

"You guys?" Nie Ziming was confused by Bao Guowei's words. What do you mean? He said this as if the exam had nothing to do with the other party.

The most important thing is that this guy needs to review the materials for himself to cope with the questions he asks.

"Brother Zhou, don't you know?" Nie Ziming was more surprised than him, because this was something that almost all students knew.

Since the other party showed kindness, Bao Guowei naturally did not hesitate to remind him.

Of course Bao Guowei was surprised. He didn't expect that Huang Zhongsu turned around and told these students just after he agreed.

"Hello, nice to meet you. What can I do for you?"

Do you dare to draw key points based on your own guesses?
Or a bad student who never goes to class?

For this kind of social activities, Nie Ziming is naturally familiar with it. When making friends and giving gifts, the most important thing is not to give expensive gifts, but to give some gifts that the other party needs most, and to give gifts to ideas. This is what everyone in the family has taught since childhood. Children's things.

He smiled, stopped turning and left, took out a notebook from his arms and said.

Bao Guowei?
Could it be someone related to Bao Guowei? Bao Guowei's cousins ​​or something?
After thinking wildly in his head, Nie Ziming still said with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhou, don't you know? This final exam is different from the past. Recently, Jinling has issued regulations. In the future, when recruiting students in the university, they must refer to it. In addition to your usual grades, this final exam is also a top priority. If you don't perform well, it will affect your further studies in the future."

Bao Guowei just wanted to deal with the school's various document procedures today. After all, he came to this school just to get a diploma. He couldn't really study in school, right?

Bao Guowei shook his head, packed up some items, and prepared to leave.

Nie Ziming pursed his lips and said, "I just met that classmate, the one who doesn't come here often. It feels a bit mysterious and strange."

Wang Wenji said with a smile: "Hey, Zi Ming, what do you want me to say to you? I think you are confused because of your studies. This is an ordinary farm boy. I think the family is trying to sell iron, so they sent him in." , and he takes his parents’ hard-earned money, but he still has no skills and is absent from school every day. What kind of person is there to be friends with?”

"He is different. This person has a special temperament." Nie Ziming shook his head. Obviously, he didn't quite agree with what the other party said, but he didn't know how to explain that feeling, so he seemed very unsure.

Wang Wenji just thought that the other party had read too many books, shook his head and said: "Brother Ziming, you are too kind. At first glance, this person looks like a deceiver. I have seen a lot of mysteries. You should take it for granted." Just watch, in a few days, he will come to you and ask for money, it will be a little bit today, a little bit tomorrow, it will be very annoying."

"Come on, come on!" Wang Wenji dragged the opponent towards the basketball court. "Play basketball with me, and your mind will become clearer, so you won't be defrauded of your money by people like this."

"But..." Nie Ziming was still a little hesitant. If it was about other things, he would really refute it. But this time, Zhou Mingcheng looked like a deceiver as Wang Wenji said.

Could it be that I really guessed wrong, or maybe I felt wrong?
Nie Ziming was a little confused for a while, but he was also secretly planning in his heart.

Maybe if you have time, you can really go and take a look at what Zhou Mingcheng said.

What if you really win?

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Main Road.

It starts from the Bund in the east and ends at Jing'an Temple in the west. Across the entire urban center of Shanghai, during the 1930s, it was filled with commercial centers featuring department stores, banks, restaurants, entertainment venues, etc.

It can be said that it is a symbol of the modernization of the entire Shanghai city and one of the most prosperous areas in this era.

It's just that during this time, the main road became more lively.

It’s not a celebrity starring, nor is it a foreign brand settling in.

Instead, a specialty snack bar from Hangzhou opened, attracting countless diners.

"Hey, sir, your Malatang is specially spicy for you, as well as our store's special vermicelli and meatballs, grab them!"

"Moreover, miss, don't forget the flavored sauces in our store. Be sure to add some. We are very particular here. There are not only chili oil, pepper oil, but also sesame sauce, minced garlic, coriander, etc., guaranteed. You have a good tongue!"

"You know the garlic paste, right? It's really powerful. It is said that the epidemic in Hangzhou in the past few months was treated with this thing."

"Do you also know Bao Guowei? Let me tell you quietly that our boss has a close relationship with Bao Guowei."

The store is not big, but it is crowded.

There were even people standing outside the door, diners waiting in line to dine.

Some people came here specially from the suburbs just to taste the delicacies of the world that according to legend only the emperor could enjoy.

The clerks seemed to have recited a unified vocabulary. They spoke with a Hangzhou accent and were extremely enthusiastic about the customers coming and going.

The service attitude is the best on the whole road, giving people a feeling of meticulous care.

"Sir, this place is fully booked. We guarantee Malatang and will not accept queue-jumping. Please go to the back and queue up to eat."

Xiao Xie, the new waiter, saw a student-looking man walking in at a glance. He had a dark face and wore a pair of sunglasses.

Xiao Xie, who has many years of experience as a waiter, immediately guessed that this or a student from some school wanted to follow suit and join in the fun at the Malatang shop.

In the past, in other "high-end" restaurants, such poor students would be kicked out.

But in Baoji Malatang, there is no such rule. The owner makes it clear that all comers are welcome, and as long as they can afford the money, they can enjoy the treatment of honored guests here.

So it was not easy for Xiao Xie to have an attack, so he said something that was neither yin nor yang.

The visitor seemed a little surprised, pulled down his sunglasses slightly, and said doubtfully.

"Are you new here?"

Xiao Xie immediately became angry, "Why, I'm so angry, but you actually slapped me on the nose."

I wanted to speak immediately.

But I heard Manager Wang walking quickly from behind, nodding and bowing while rubbing his hands.

"Hey, it's the young master! When are you free to come to the store? Come on, come on. The master is busy in the back hall. I will take you to see him."

Hearing this, Xiao Xie almost peeed with fright. No matter what, he couldn't connect the person in front of him with the young master's family!

According to the inherent ideas in his head, in order to open such a large hotel, he must be rich and powerful.
Such a powerful person was dressed so plainly, looking like a poor student.

He was trembling a little as he spoke.

"Young master?"

Manager Wang secretly kicked the other person, as if to punish him for his previous rashness.

This kick almost made Xiao Xie fall to his knees.

Bao Guowei supported him, shook his head with a smile and said, "No matter how big the matter is, you don't have to react like this."

Xiao Xie thanked him repeatedly.

After waiting in the lobby, he walked into the back hall.

Bao Guowei then said to Manager Wang: "From now on, don't recruit some old fritters to ruin the reputation of our store."

Manager Wang was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the other party meant, and nodded in agreement.

He knew very well that although the store was said to be managed by the owner, in fact, the young owner was solely responsible for it.

This man looks kind on the surface and looks like a student.

But Manager Wang knew that this was a proper smiling tiger, and there was basically nothing he could do in front of him.

The little Xie from before was his nephew.

Manager Wang was panicked and could only use words to cover it up. He introduced Bao Guowei as he walked.

"Our chefs follow the rules and regulations set by you."

"The most important thing about this spicy hotpot is of course the cooking of the soup base, as well as the freshness and variety of ingredients. The cooking time of different dishes also needs to be strictly controlled."

Speaking of these things formulated by Bao Guowei, Manager Wang is very catchy.

He looked at the standardized operating procedures. Every kitchen employee was wearing a white coat, headgear and mask, which was very standardized.

There are also outside waiters, which require special training and a special set of codes of conduct.

At first, Manager Wang naturally didn't care about this.

How can anyone do this kind of business? He has been doing this for decades and he has never been like this. Doing this kind of business must not exhaust people to death? How else to make money?

But after it was actually implemented, Manager Wang admired Bao Guowei extremely.

Through institutionalized regulations and the unique flavor of Malatang, in just half a month, this Baoji Malatang has already made a name for itself in Shanghai.

It's just that this man doesn't seem to be in a hurry to cash in?

Do you have other plans? Manager Wang is not in a position to explore the secrets involved.

He took Bao Guowei to an office, pointed to a room and said, "The boss is in there."

Bao Guowei nodded. After opening the door, he saw Lao Bao sitting in front of the desk, panting and frowning.

It's still the same as it used to be, but without the vicissitudes of life.

He looked happy and shouted.

"Dad, I'm back."

(End of this chapter)