Hello, 1983

There is an inconspicuous signboard hanging on a shop facing the street in a deep alley in the second corridor outside the front door of the capital: Bakufufeng.

This century-old brand finally resumed business last year, and now the small shop is mainly operated by the third generation of the Feng family.

It was already dusk, and it was cold and dry. Many old gluttons came into the store, rubbed their hands together, and sizzled in their mouths to serve the steaming hot pot, and then squeezed a small wine cup and drank a couple of taels, which was called a comfort.

Several cars were parked at the door. Liu Qingshan helped his grandmother to get out of the car. In the other car, Huang Yueming also helped Huang Shuwen down, followed by a large group of people.

When I entered the room, it was almost full. Fortunately, I called Mr. Old Mao'er to reserve two tables in the afternoon, otherwise I would definitely not be able to eat.

At the old table, there is Huang Shuwen leading his son and daughter-in-law; there are also Liu Qingshan's grandparents, Qiu Ju's grandma, and the husband and wife of Lao Mao'er and Uncle Lu.

The remaining young table is Wang Zhan, who is in charge of the construction site, leading Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei, Gao Lingfeng, who has officially joined the entertainment company under the tree, with He Wanqing, Liu Qingshan's three roommates, and Liu Jinfenghe. Sister Huang Yueming.

Popping belly Feng, of course, is best at popping belly, and ordered two big hot pots, still the old-fashioned brass hot pot, the kind that burns charcoal inside.

This pot is placed in the middle of the table, and the steam is steaming, which is particularly felt.

When the belly was served, Huang Shuwen stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece, dipped a little sesame paste, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, and squeaked.

After eating, he kept nodding: "Okay, it's still the taste and feeling of fifty years ago!"

When the hot pot was opened, I took a slice of lamb's brain and tasted it carefully in my mouth: "Well, this is still the authentic one. You can't eat it on Hong Kong Island."

Maybe it was because of the mood. The old man had a big appetite, and everyone was warm and happy.

On the young people's side, the atmosphere was even more lively. After eating and drinking for a while, it was time to chat.

"Brother Zhan, how are you doing now?" Liu Qingshan will go to school tomorrow to cancel his vacation, so he can only wait for the rest day.

Wang Zhan took a piece of cucumber sticks and ate it: "It's been a smooth month for more than a month. All the old buildings that should be moved have been moved and are slowly being rebuilt."

"The main building has been designed by experts, and the foundation is currently being dug for the construction of a Tang city and a Ming and Qing city."

Ancient buildings, of course, these eras, can best reflect the characteristics.

Liu Qingshan nodded. The TV series in the future are still the most filmed in these eras, especially the Qing palace dramas, which were all badly shot.

So he asked again, "Is there any problem with funding?"

Wang Zhan nodded carelessly: "Of course there is no problem, the monkey manager from Heihe will call 1 million first, and the preliminary preparations are enough."

"When the construction starts next year, experts say that the money is too old, and tens of millions may not be enough."

A film and television city is a bottomless pit, and you can swallow any amount of money.

Fortunately, the border trade continued to make blood, otherwise, Liu Qingshan would be drained soon.

Now, Hou San's monthly profit has reached nearly 2 million. This money is lying on the company's books, and it is meaningless at all. It is more worry-free to spend.

The film and television city is expected to be completed in three to five years. At that time, it will just enter the golden age of TV dramas, and just wait for the money to be collected.

This investment will not be worth mentioning at that time.

Besides, there is a big chunk of tourists.

Liu Qingshan looked at Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei again: "The logistics support on your side must also keep up, especially as the weather is getting colder and colder, and food and heating must be arranged with someone."

"Don't worry, boss, they are all brothers, there will be no ambiguity."

Cao Xiaofei nodded his head vigorously, this is true, they all came from the military, and they are indeed brothers.

Only then did Liu Qingshan turn to Gao Lingfeng: "Brother Gao, are you still used to coming to work in the company?"

"It's more comfortable than being in the unit,

Pengfei, Xiaobing, and Changsheng are all working hard. By the way, that girl Song Xue is also very good. She helped me get in touch with a storefront. It is quite suitable to open a company. You have time to take a look at Qingshan. "

Gao Lingfeng obviously adapts faster, maybe it has something to do with his mentality: in order to repay his life-saving grace, he regards the company as his own.

Liu Qingshan's eyes swept across Zhang Pengfei, Wei Bing, and Xu Changsheng's faces one by one. He saw that Zhang Pengfei and Wei Bing were eating, but Xu Changsheng saw his eyes and moved his lips, and finally asked:

"Fourth, when will we release the tape?"

Hearing what he said, Zhang Pengfei and Wei Bing also stopped their chopsticks and looked over here with concern, as if they were still in a hurry.

"Opening a company has to be done step by step, so you can't be in a hurry."

Liu Qingshan didn't find it funny either. Now even the company's shelf is not visible, and the equipment is not in place. There are only three or five signed singers. Where will the tapes go?

So he smiled and said, "Then determine the company's address as soon as possible, complete the procedures, and strive to be able to open on New Year's Day."

"At this stage, run more errands, try to collect more songs, and tapes can be released after New Year's Day."

As soon as those few people heard it, they were immediately refreshed. In the past two months, the light has been invested in it, and the money has been thrown into their hearts.

Liu Qingshan doesn't really care: that's how business is done, without input, how can there be output?

"Qingshan, how many companies do you have?" Huang Yueming looked a little strange when he saw Liu Qingshan arranging work while eating.

Liu Qingshan sandwiched a piece of fat and thin mutton: "It's not too much. Longteng Trading Company is on the Heihe side, specializing in barter trade with Maozi."

"There is also an instant noodle factory, a ham sausage factory, a bubble gum factory, and the hometown Jiapigou cooperative."

Huang Yueming stopped talking and started eating. She had just graduated from a prestigious school in the United States, and she had just returned to Hong Kong University to be an assistant to her aunt. She already felt good.

But compared with this little cousin, there is no comparison.

"By the way, cousin, if you are willing to join, you can come and work in our entertainment company. At that time, there will be a special overseas department who will be responsible for the overseas part."

Of course, Liu Qingshan could see what Huang Yueming was thinking. He felt that being an assistant at the University of Hong Kong was better than stability, but it was meaningless.

"I, I'll think about it first." Huang Yueming felt a little confused in his head.

Liu Qingshan is not in a hurry: "Our company plans to bring Lao Cui and the Queen of Tape to the world first, but no one is in charge of this."

"Which old Cui? The Queen of Tapes, I've read and heard her tapes in Time Magazine. They're amazing!" Huang Yueming suddenly became more excited.

I had never experienced this feeling when I was working at the University of Hong Kong. There are rules and regulations, and it is repeated almost every day.

"Lao Cui is the one who sings the Cup of Life."

Liu Qingshan knew that her cousin would not be able to withstand this temptation.

Huang Yueming snorted, then nodded vigorously: "Then I'll try it first."

Yes, and successfully kidnapped a top student from a famous school.

Liu Qingshan is in a good mood. Huang Yueming is familiar with the situation abroad, which is indeed more suitable. The most important thing is that they are real relatives, so you can rest assured.

After a meal, Huang Shuwen was very satisfied: "After decades, I finally tasted the taste of my hometown again, that's enough!"

Liu Qingshan laughed: "Uncle, Grandpa, we eat a lot in the old capital. From now on, we will eat and drink differently every day."

In the laughter of the family, everyone returned with satisfaction.

Early the next morning, Liu Qingshan went to school by bicycle.

It can be clearly felt that there are a lot more vehicles on the street than in the previous two years.

I rode all the way to the Old Summer Palace, and went to do morning exercises in it first. At this moment, the garden was already deteriorating.

Until next year, some landscapes will be repaired one after another, and then open to tourists, so you can't go in and out like this.

When I went back to school and left for more than a month, I felt extra affectionate.

Looking at the familiar scenes on campus, and those busy and fulfilling classmates, the corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth couldn't help but lift up slightly: I, Liu Qingshan, are back!

Go back to the dormitory to wash up, the three have disappeared, and it is estimated that Boss Zhang led them out for morning exercises.

In the end, they met in the cafeteria. The group of four had reunited yesterday, but on campus, they were more cordial.

Boss Zhang poked Liu Qingshan with his elbow: "There's a new young waitress at the 3rd window who is in charge of serving meals. Fourth, you should sacrifice first. Who calls you the most handsome."

Brush your face when you come back?

Liu Qingshan looked over there: "They are selling steamed buns, they are all the same."

"The buns are big and small."

Wei Bing also shoved the tableware into Liu Qingshan's hands cheaply, so that Liu Qingshan immediately found a familiar feeling.

After breakfast, I went to the classroom and saw Liu Qingshan appear, the classmates were stunned for a while, and then most of them came up to greet him warmly.

A few also asked with concern: "Is everything alright at home?"

When asking for leave, Liu Qingshan did not say that he would go to Hong Kong Island, but only said that there was something at home.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Liu Qingshan hummed and agreed, and then borrowed Xu Changsheng's notes and started to make up for the missed homework.

Xu Changsheng's notes were recognized as the most neat and detailed in the class, and he would accurately record the key points of each professor.

What is especially rare is that there are some thoughts and opinions of his own beside him.

At this time, most of the college students were still relatively simple. In the class, only Song Lei, who did not deal with Liu Qingshan and the others, was quite gloating.

He said to a boy who slept next to him, "I missed a month and a half of classes and missed so many classes. Each of these professors is stricter than the other, and each class is named. It is estimated that I will fail the class."

Song Lei's family is from Hujiang, and he has a high self-esteem, but in the class, he was pressed by Liu Qingshan's dormitory, and he was naturally upset.

Sure enough, in the first class, Professor Yan, who is known for his sternness, came up to call him as usual. When he called Liu Qingshan, he got up and answered "yes".

Professor Yan's eyes slammed over, and the timid female classmate next to him lowered his head involuntarily.

"Liu Qingshan, you're back, go to my office after class!" There was an unquestionable majesty in Professor Yan's voice.

The hearts of the classmates couldn't help but sank, but Song Lei's heart blossomed with joy: Haha, deserve it!

Then I heard Professor Yan say in his majestic tone:

"Liu Qingshan, you have missed too many courses. Go and take my previous lecture notes after class, take a good tuition, and don't forget to return it to me when you're done."

For a while, everyone was a little stunned, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief, admiring Professor Yan in their hearts: It turns out that Professor Yan has a cold-hearted temperament.

Looking at Professor Yan on the podium, he seems to be much more cordial than before.

Song Lei was a little frustrated. He couldn't understand why Professor Yan, who has always been known for his strictness, was so fond of this kid.

The second big class in the morning was an old lady who taught economic history. She wore thick spectacles and was also known for being old-fashioned.

When he clicked to Liu Qingshan, he answered again.

The old lady pressed down her glasses and glanced over the frame: "Liu Qingshan, you missed ten classes in total."

This time it's finally cleared up!

Song Lei was overjoyed and really wanted to hug the little old lady and call her grandma.

I just heard the old lady's voice coming over again: "Liu Qingshan, take time to go to my office, I'll make up for you, then continue to call, Song Lei..."

Song Lei didn't even hear the roll call. He is now stupid: These old professors, have they taken the wrong medicine today?

"Song Lei remembered to miss class once." The old lady waved her pen unceremoniously.

Only then did Song Lei react: You are really my grandmother!

In the afternoon, the last session was a self-study class, but the counselor He Wanqing walked in:

"Tell you the good news. Our Department of Economics has built a new computer room. In the future, we will go to the computer room for practical classes, but because there are too many classes, we will have one every other week."

The classmates below were immediately excited, and a few who usually danced, even raised their arms and shouted.

These students are no strangers to computers. Of course, they are limited to books, and they have basically never seen real objects.

Since the proposition that "computers should be started from dolls" has been put forward, various provinces have begun to incorporate them into courses and theory courses.

The computer thing, only learning theory but not practice, must be worse than that Zhao Kuo.

These students are going crazy, so when they heard the news suddenly, the long-buried resentment was also released at once.

He Wanqing could also understand the feelings of these students, so she just smiled and looked at Liu Qingshan, only to find that the younger brother was burying his head in sorting out his notes.

Boss Zhang, who was the monitor, quickly organized his classmates, lined up in two lines, and took small steps to the computer room.

When I got to the door, I saw the neat computers inside, everyone went crazy, and they were about to rush in.

A mop bar was placed across the door very abruptly, and then a majestic voice came from inside: "Look at the operating rules outside first, and then come in after memorizing it."

Only then did everyone notice that there was a blackboard standing beside the door. It was densely packed with more than ten articles written on it, and there was a wailing.

However, most of the people who can come here are school tyrants, and soon a boy raised his hand: "Teacher, I'm back!"

After he finished speaking, he was about to step inside, but a cloth mop almost knocked on his feet: "It's not honest at all, the first thing is to enter the computer room to change slippers!"

The guy shrank his neck and quickly took off his shoes. As a result, a big toe was conspicuously squeezed out from the front of the sock, and he curled back hard, but couldn't retract it.

There was a burst of snickering around, and Wei Bing began to recite:

"Leather shoes can take a picture, my hair is oiled, and I know that the socks on my feet have exposed toes..."

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