Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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In the half hour after the group photo, Comrade Yang Feng became half of the protagonist, and the leaders of various units also got to know him again.

Of course, the focus of the group meeting will eventually be shifted to the secretary's family.

Yang Feng sat back in his seat contentedly. He is a man who values ​​honor more than life. He is valued by his leaders and colleagues, which makes him feel very comforted.

Of course, all Chinese people in this era are like this, just like contemporary Americans and Koreans worship money more than life, but from a secular point of view, before the 1980s, the Chinese who had honor almost had Everything, whether it is in the factory, school, government or in the countryside, with the praise from superiors and high-level honors, things in life will go much smoother.

Xiaocheng, on the other hand, sat back in his seat full of doubts, and kept thinking about how Yang Rui turned against the customer.

After drinking another round of tea and wine, the secretary's wife beckoned to Yang Rui, and said with a smile: "You come to our house to pay New Year's greetings, and I have nothing ready to greet you. I'll take this lucky money for you. I wish you success in your studies. Life goes well."

Yang Rui was stunned for a moment, then took it directly, and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

There was no usual refusal, which made the wife of the secretary a little uncomfortable, but she just smiled and continued to walk in front of another child, giving red envelopes and blessings.

People who came to pay New Year's greetings saw it, well, this is the rhythm of giving New Year's money, that's nothing to say, everyone hurriedly paid for it.

After a while, Yang Rui's hand was full of banknotes, some were 10 yuan more, some were two yuan less, and five yuan was the most.

In fact, nowadays, when people send lucky money to each other, they all start with a dime. Even in Nanhu City, two yuan is a lot, and five yuan and ten yuan are the highest denomination banknotes, which are not even common in rural areas today.

In this era when a bottle of Moutai is only a dozen yuan, the leader of the Niucha Bureau can easily squeeze out five or ten yuan.

The person who gave Yang Rui 10 yuan will naturally be more generous in front of Xiao Cheng.

At this time, 20 yuan was already a starting point. Yang Rui watched a certain leader put a thick stack of real banknotes into Xiao Cheng's hands, and then patted his head: "This is the new year's money that your Uncle Wu gave you. Study hard in the future, and strive to pass the Peking University exam.”

Xiao Cheng was immediately impressed.

In this situation, Yang Feng, who gave up Xiao’s family for everyone, would not show any strange appearance. He took out 20 yuan to Xiaocheng, and gave the other children 2 yuan each. He sat back beside Yang Rui and asked: "How much did the secretary give?"

Yang Rui opened the red envelope, looked at it, and said, "Two yuan."

The corner of Yang Feng's mouth twitched, and he muttered: I have a really big appetite.

Yang Rui looked secretly speechless.

After all, there were only a small number of parents who brought their children, and there were about ten children in total. The secretary gave each of them 2 yuan, which was equivalent to an expenditure of more than 20 yuan.

However, it was all the New Year greetings who gave the secretary's son a red envelope, ranging from twenty to thirty yuan each, and tens of yuan as many.

Such a blatant acceptance of gifts is indeed a precedent in Nanhu City.

In the past few years, although the leaders also received gifts at weddings and funerals, the scale was much smaller. Moreover, they would at least hold a banquet, which meant something.

Although Xiaocheng handed in most of the money, he also had some commission in his hands, and he felt better immediately. When he sent the "uncles and aunts" out of the house and sent them to Yang Rui, he stopped him and said with a smile. : "Yang Rui, I invite you to dinner with Wu Qian, I'm the master now."

Xiao Cheng patted his chest, which drew good-natured laughter from the people around him.

At this time, it is a good ridicule to call himself the master of money.

Yang Rui was stunned for a moment, and said, "Do you know Wu Qian?"

"We met today. Let's have a meal, so we'll get to know each other." Xiao Cheng's eyes flashed with the eagerness unique to young people, and he said, "I want to learn something from you, and listen to you talk about the college entrance examination."

Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be completely indifferent to the story that happened an hour ago.

Or, Wu Qian's attractiveness was greater than Yang Rui's threat.

In the room, the secretary of the municipal party committee came out when he heard the college entrance examination, and said with a gentle smile: "Student Yang Rui, if you are not busy, you can talk to our family Xiaocheng and let him know what is going on in the college entrance examination. Don’t be laughing and joking all day, wasting your homework. Lao Yang, please trouble your son, we parents, if we don’t help, we are always in a panic.”

Even the secretary of the municipal party committee is actually limited in what he can do during the college entrance examination process. Those who are not particularly persistent will usually adopt conventional methods, find the best teachers to help with tutoring, provide the best learning environment, and buy some Chinese herbal medicines that can improve learning efficiency. This is probably the limit of what parents can do.

Yang Feng didn't care at all whether Yang Rui had time or not. In his opinion, chatting was just entertainment, so he laughed loudly and said, "Little bastards will be covered in lice after returning home. If you are busy or not, let them go. Just ask."

In a word, Yang Feng sold his son.

The others were quite envious, and they all felt that Yang Feng was really happy to have such a son.

Yang Rui curled his lips and said indifferently: "Then let's talk as we walk."

"Okay, young people, go play and have fun." The secretary of the municipal party committee waved his hand freely.

Yang Rui called Wu Qian, went out, turned around, and got on the bus.

During this process, Yang Rui didn't say a word, and Wu Qian opened her eyes curiously.

Xiao Cheng was still smiling at the beginning, very steady. As the car drove away, Xiao Cheng frowned and said, "Don't you ask where you are going?"

Yang Rui glanced at his thin arms and legs, and said, "Whatever."

Xiao Cheng wanted to lose his temper, but he really couldn't express it.

"Get off at the next stop." Xiao Cheng licked his lips and stood by the door.

Seeing that Yang Rui was also standing over, Wu Qian turned around quickly. At this moment, the bus made a big turn, and Wu Qian, who was caught off guard, rushed forward.

Yang Rui straightened his waist, as if he was catching a basketball, and hugged Wu Qian.

The soft fragrance and gentle jade fell into his bosom, and Yang Rui couldn't help trembling: It's so big!

Even through the cotton-padded clothes, Yang Rui could feel the softness between his chest and arms, and he couldn't help but draw a picture in his mind, and came up with a 3D model by the way.

32D is not running, maybe there is 34E! Yang Rui lowered his head and glanced at Wu Qian, who was blushing, and let her go gently, thinking: She really is a strange woman with deep achievements and fame!

"Get out of the car." Seeing this scene, Xiao Cheng was inexplicably sad. After getting out of the car, he didn't say a word, and first found a public phone to make a call.

Although it is not as common as it was in the 1990s, in the city center in 1984, public telephones were still indispensable in small shops and other shops.

In some places where people come and go, these pay phones make more money than selling newspapers and magazines.

The pricing unit of 30 to 50 cents a minute makes people have to speak with a watch, carefully choosing the words before dialing the phone, just like a telegram.

Of course, today’s classmate Xiaocheng is like a local tyrant. After he picked up the phone, he didn’t even look at the time. He chatted for five or six minutes in a daze, before he generously threw out a 10 yuan card and looked at Wu Qian glanced at her and said, "I called two friends, had dinner together, and then went skating."

Yang Rui raised his hand to check the time, and said, "I'm going back in the afternoon, so I'll find one nearby."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Xiao Cheng and walked into the nearest Chunhe Building.

Chunhelou is a famous restaurant in Nanhu City. It was relocated from Yangzhou in the early years. It was once one of the best restaurants in Nanhu City. Now, although there are fewer customers, at least it is not crowded. It is not easy.

Yang Rui took the menu by himself from the door, and found a table with a tablecloth to sit down. Xiao Cheng caught up and said in a hurry: "Everyone said that I want to find friends to eat, let's not eat here."

"Then you go to another house." Yang Rui ignored Xiao Cheng.

Wu Qian also smiled and sat next to Yang Rui.

Xiao Cheng was helpless, he could use his father to threaten Yang Rui, but it was quite boring to think about it, after thinking about it, he held back a big move, saying: "If you want to eat here, I won't pay, you pay the bill yourself. "

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows and began to write the name of the dish on a small piece of paper. At this time, the state-run restaurants basically had no service at all. From ordering to paying, you had to take the initiative yourself. Yang Rui stayed for a while, but he got used to it.

Fortunately, the restaurants and cooks still have integrity, and there is no such messy things as waste oil. On the other hand, the chefs in this state-run restaurant are still top-notch, and if the order is correct, the taste is also good.

For example, restaurants like Chunhelou mainly serve Huaiyang cuisine. Although they also sell popular Sichuan dishes such as mapo tofu, if you order it, don’t expect to be served by a senior chef. up.

Yang Rui’s experience is to order challenging classic dishes. For example, if you want tofu, you can order Wensi Tofu. For this dish, you need to cut the tofu into thin strips, cut the shiitake mushrooms into thin strips, cut the winter bamboo shoots into thin strips, and cut the chicken breast into thin strips. Cut the cooked ham into thin shreds, and finally boil it into a bowl of thick soup that is soft but not rotten.

Chefs who are not top-notch just don’t want to touch this dish, and the mastery of the fire is even more difficult for countless people. Even if the chef of Chunhelou is lazy, he must cheer up when he sees this dish. Otherwise, if you are scolded by customers, you will definitely lose face as a super chef.

Of course, dishes like Wensi Tofu are quite expensive. A bowl of soup with the size of two fists costs 4 yuan, which is comparable to the price of a bowl of braised pork, and normal people would not order it.

From Yang Rui's point of view, 30 years later, a bowl of braised pork will cost tens of yuan, but a bowl of Wensi tofu will cost nearly 1,000 yuan. After comparison, it seems that Wensi tofu is more cost-effective.

Naturally, he also has a lot of money in his pocket, and 4 yuan is also one-tenth of the monthly salary of ordinary workers.

In about a quarter of an hour, two waiters together brought three dishes to Yang Rui.

Xiao Cheng also often went out to eat with his friends, and he couldn't help being surprised at this time: "It's so fast."

People at another table in the hall also shouted: "Why are they served first, where is our food?"

There were two waiters, one old and one young. The older one listened to the sound and recognized the position. When he turned his head, the lion roared: "What's the name! Master Yuan made it himself, please go if you have the ability."

Turning his head, this man lowered his tone again, but still said in a rough voice: "Chef asked me to ask you if Wensi Tofu is cooked well. In addition, it will take a while to disassemble the stewed silver carp head, and send someone to buy it." The fish head is gone."

Yang Rui blinked, tasted Wensi tofu first, gave a thumbs up and said, "It melts in the mouth, it's good", and then asked: "Silver carp head is a common material, why isn't there?"

The young waiter said in a soft voice: "Master Yuan said that the braised silver carp head in Huaiyang cuisine requires more than 5 catties of fish head, so it must not fall off the signboard."

Wu Qian asked in surprise, "Where can I find fish heads weighing more than 5 catties?"

"It's in the reservoir. Xiaomao went on a motorcycle and will be back in a while."

The two waiters turned around to report, leaving Xiao Cheng with a puzzled face and wide-eyed questions: "Do you know Yuan Meizi from Chunhe Building?"

"what?"

"Master Yuan, he came out of the coal mine and took people from Chunhelou to Beijing to hold a state banquet. Don't you know?"

Yang Rui said "Oh", raised the spoon, and said with a smile: "Eat it while it's hot, and it's wasted when it's cold."

Xiaocheng was full of doubts, like a cat scratching, he couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

Yang Rui waved his hand: "You don't understand even if you tell me."

Xiaocheng was in doubt, and had more doubts about Yang Rui's identity. He thought: It is said that Master Yuan knew the leaders of the central government. Yang Rui studied at Peking University and knew Master Yuan. Could he also know someone? ...Do you want to go home and talk about it? No, this is to increase other people's ambitions and destroy one's own prestige... But if he really knows someone, I will find someone to beat him up, and then I will cause trouble.

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