Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Although the code was correct, Banggeng was a little hesitant.

He felt that Huang San in front of him was a little strange.

The Huang San in front of me has disheveled and very little hair, sunken eyes, and a haggard face, as if he hasn't rested for a long time.

His expression is always unnatural and slightly nervous, and his eyes twitch from time to time, just like a little mouse exposed on the street.

Not only does he not have the aura of Buddha, but he makes people feel a little wretched.

more importantly.

The Huang San in front of him was wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit that had been washed white.

Is Lord Buddha so poor? Can't even afford a decent piece of clothing?

Fan Jinyou was in a hurry to go to the tavern under Zhengyangmen to cause trouble. When he saw BangGeng standing there blankly and looking at him with his eyes, he suddenly became a little angry.

Reach out your hand.

"Snapped!"

Dumped the dick and got a big pussy.

Although Banggeng was in pain, instead of getting angry, he felt relieved.

Beating someone up for no reason, well, that's what it feels like.

The guy in front of me is definitely Buddha.

Fan Jinyou shook his shoulders and looked sideways at Banggeng: "Boy, what do you want to sell? Hurry up and get it out. Grandpa, I don't have time to waste time with you here!"

After being scolded, Banggeng became even more excited, rubbed his hands, licked his face and smiled.

"Brother Huang, I own a private restaurant. The inspections are too strict these days. I don't plan to continue working on it. I plan to sell everything in it. I want you to estimate the price."

"Nonsense, isn't that why I came here this time? You lead the way!"

Bang Gang took Huang San to a small courtyard at the end of the alley. He gently opened the door and let Huang San into the small courtyard.

At this time, there was silence in the small courtyard. Silly Zhu was squatting by the pool in the corner, washing vegetables. It was winter, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and his hands were very red.

Silly Zhu was originally a chef, so he only had to cook, not the chores of washing dishes.

However, washing vegetables is a great job.

It's such a cold day, the ground is freezing, and the tap water is freezing to the bone. If the stem of a stick is frozen to death, then Qin Huairu shouldn't fight for him?

Silly Zhu can only do it for you.

Hearing the trivial sound of opening the door, Shazhu raised his head,

Seeing Bangge bring a stranger in, he slowed down and asked with some confusion: "Bangge, who is this person?"

Banggeng? Fan Jinyou, who was following Banggian, frowned slightly.

Isn't this guy called Ma Wu? Why do people call him Bangge?

But he soon understood that Bangge must be Ma Wu's nickname.

It's just that this nickname is quite shabby, Bangge... Bangchui... Haha!

According to Banggeng's arrangement, Shazhu should be wiping the table in the main room right now and not meet Huang San at all.

Now seeing Silly Zhu, Banggan's face darkened and he said loudly: "Chef He, if you're not cleaning the table in the main room, why are you here!"

Silly Zhu was reprimanded, but instead of getting angry, he threw down the dishes, nodded and said, "That's right, I should clean the table first."

Just kidding, this is the first time in Bang Geng's life that he has been called Chef He. In the past, Bang Geng and Xiao Dang Xiao Huai Hua always called him stupidly.

Seeing Shazhu grinning from ear to ear and running into the main room with his head down, Fan Jinyou scratched his head and looked back at Banggeng: "Ma Wu, is there something wrong with your chef's brain?"

Just kidding, Silly Zhu can clean the table after washing the dishes. Why is it that the half-washed dishes are still here?

"Don't tell me, there's something wrong with his brain, otherwise my hotel wouldn't have gone bad." Banggeng said with disdain.

Fan Jinyou nodded slightly, deeply sympathizing with Bangge's experience.

The two of them entered the back kitchen.

It was still early at this time, and the person in charge of the kitchen had not yet gone to work, which was why Banggeng chose to call Fan Jinyou over in the morning.

Banggeng pointed to the pots and pans, benches and chairs, two kilograms of meat, a big rooster, and three hares in the kitchen and said, "Boss Huang, how much do you think these things are worth?"

Fan Jinyou looked at it carefully and said pretentiously: "This cauldron looks old. Maybe it will break after two more uses. Even if I take it away, I can only sell it as scrap. Our friendship

For my sake, I’ll give you fifty cents.”

Look, it was a brand new cauldron. Fan Jinyou almost said it was a broken pot and only gave it 50 cents.

This is a commonly used routine in collecting stolen goods and selling stolen goods.

Banggeng was not angry, but nodded silently. He also felt that fifty cents was a bit small, but after all, it was free money.

"These porcelain bowls are old and not worth much. There are about fifty bowls and plates in total. I'll give you 20 cents."

"Oh, the quality of this table is really bad. If you push it back slightly, it will shake. I'll give you 1 yuan."

....

The items in the back kitchen were all in tatters in Fan Jinyou's mouth, so the prices were naturally kept very low.

Banggeng did a simple calculation. If he sold all these things, he would only get three to five yuan. This amount of money was not enough to make Huang Yanling smile.

Bangge couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"These two kilograms of meat cost three yuan and fifty cents on the market. We're discounting the price in half, so I'll give you one yuan and seventy cents." Fan Jinyou picked up the piece of fatty pork, weighed it with his hands, and deliberately underpaid.

weight.

He can now see that this Ma Wu is just like his nickname, he is a stick.

Such a person, if you don't kill him with a knife, you will be sorry for his name.

"One dollar and seven!" Banggan's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know the weight of the meat, he still knew the price.

The meat at the vegetable market is indeed 75 cents per pound, but for such fat meat, you need extra meat tickets to buy it.

In addition to the money for buying meat tickets, it will cost at least two yuan to buy a pound of fat.

but.

As I said just now, these meats were not bought by Banggeng with money, he got them for free.

It doesn't matter if the price is cheaper.

It's just that the quantity is a bit small.

"Yes, you also know that this thing is hard currency on the market and can be sold at a high price." Fan Jinyou said: "It's just that the quantity is a little small. If there is more, I can price it at 1 yuan per catty."

Acquisition."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After finishing speaking, Fan Jin felt that it was impossible to have himself.

Just kidding, the restaurant is about to close down, so why are they buying meat in large quantities?

Only a fool can do this by buying it for two yuan per catty and then selling it for one yuan per catty.

Who would have thought that after hearing this, the young owner of the restaurant seemed to be interested, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll note this down, and I'll let you know when the kitchen buys meat again."

"If you continue to buy meat, won't this place be closed down?" Fan Jinyou opened his eyes wide and looked at Bangge suspiciously.

Banggeng also realized at this time that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly waved his hand and said: "What I mean is that the hotel still has a few reserved banquets that have not been completed. I will notify you when they are finished."

"Yeah?"

Fan Jin was a little unconvinced, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, in their line of work, they only need to get things at the cheapest price, and they don't have to worry about that much.

"Okay, then you can notify me in advance so that I can prepare the flatbed truck early."

After Fan Jinyou left, Banggeng suppressed his excitement and quickly came to the main room.

There were four Eight Immortals tables placed in the main room of the small restaurant. Silly Zhu was holding a torn rag and was working hard.

"Chef He, I want to ask you something." Bang Gang stood nearby and said with a smile.

"Oh, awesome, you don't need to call me Chef He, I'm just an eighth-level chef..." Silly Zhu felt as if he had drunk honey, but he felt a little embarrassed on his lips.

What a fool. If I didn't need your help, even if you kneel down and call me daddy, I wouldn't call you Chef He.

BangGeng cursed for a while, with a smile on his face: "Uncle He, you are the most skilled cook I have ever seen. You are even better than those chefs in state hotels, so you naturally deserve the title of chef."

"...Really..." Silly Zhu was so flattered by this rainbow that he couldn't find the north, south, east, west, or east, and his whole soul floated into the sky.

Seeing that Shazhu had fallen into a stupid state, Banggeng took the opportunity to ask: "Chef He, shall we buy a table this time?"

The so-called booking of tables is one of the main businesses of this private hotel.

Materials were scarce in this era, and during weddings and weddings, some families had no means to buy enough meat and vegetables.

In order to allow the guests to enjoy their meals, private restaurants were responsible for the banquets for weddings and weddings.

Of course, the price is much more expensive than the state-owned hotels on the street.

No matter what age you are in, getting married is a big event.

The most important thing in a wedding is the wedding banquet.

A sumptuous banquet is a display of the host's power.

Banquets in the capital are very particular. Usually the number is even. Eight dishes symbolize wealth, ten dishes symbolize perfection, and twelve dishes symbolize happiness every month.

Usually 8 cold and 8 hot, 8 cold and 10 hot, or 8 cold and 12 hot.

Most of them are meat dishes, such as roast duck...smoked fish...ham...braised pork...etc.

To prepare for the wedding banquet, the hotel must purchase a large amount of meat in advance.

If you could sell the hotel before the wedding banquet... wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money?

Bangge feels that he is getting smarter and smarter.

Silly Zhu didn't expect Banggeng to ask this question.

Although Bangge is a buyer in a hotel, he doesn't care much about his work. Silly Zhu helps him complete his work on weekdays.

Bangge's performance made Silly Zhu's eyes light up. This child has grown up and worked hard.

"Banggan, you really asked the right question. Our boss has taken over a wedding banquet on the east side of the alley, which will be held in three days. You should be ready to buy meat now. I originally thought of helping you go to the vegetable market after get off work. It’s just a trip.” Shazhu looked at Bangge happily.

"Uncle He, you have helped me so much. Now that I have grown up, it is time for me to finish my own work." When Bangge heard that Shazhu was going to buy ingredients on his behalf, he quickly stopped Shazhu.

He knew Shazhu's temperament. He was a stingy person. A banquet required 2 kilograms of meat. He would never buy an extra tael.

He planned to sell the meat he bought this time, so naturally the more he bought, the better.

Banggeng’s words fell on Silly Zhu’s ears. Silly Zhu only thought that Banggeng was sensible and patted Banggeng’s shoulder excitedly: “Good boy, if your mother knew that you were so sensible now, she would definitely be so excited that she couldn’t sleep.

Since you have this heart, I will leave this job to you.

When the boss comes to work later, I will report to him the quantity of food required for the wedding banquet.

After you take the money and meat tickets from him, you can go to the vegetable market to buy ingredients.

However, let me tell you, don’t go to the second butcher shop to the east of the vegetable market. Every time the boss comrade hands the meat to you, he will rub it twice with his hands.

"

"Pull it out twice?" Banggeng was a little confused as to why he was doing this.

Silly Zhu chuckled, looking like he had a lot of experience, "You, you are still too young. Then Comrade Boss, if you slap him twice, wouldn't your hands be covered with oil? When he got home, he would wash his hands in the basin.

, the water in the basin can be used for cooking."

As he spoke, he also made a lively posture of crouching.

Banggeng was silent for a while. Is there anyone smarter than Yan Bugui in this world?

....

As Banggeng expected, the hotel needed to purchase a large amount of ingredients this time because it was hosting a wedding banquet.

Fifty kilograms of pork, ten big roosters, twenty kilograms of beef, twenty kilograms of mutton... all kinds of things, a total of two hundred kilograms of meat.

Although the price of beef and mutton is far lower than that of pork, in simple calculation, if you sell all these meats to Huang San, you can get at least 80 yuan.

Plus flour, rice, peanuts, vegetables...and other miscellaneous things, you can get a hundred yuan.

Banggeng was all excited. With this hundred yuan, Huang Yanling would definitely be happy.

maybe....

Maybe you will reward him and let him touch his little hands.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When I thought of Huang Yanling's weak and boneless hands, the bones of the stick felt numb, and I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Silly Zhu looked at him like this and frowned: "Bangge, are you okay?"

"What can happen to me? Silly Zhu, why don't you go to work?" Bangge was awakened from his sweet dream and said with a cold face.

After saying that, he followed the uncle who managed the kitchen and left the kitchen together to go to the vegetable market.

Looking at Banggeng's back, Shazhu was a little confused.

"You just called me Chef He, how can I become a fool now?"

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Zhengyangmen, tavern.

Today is the second day of implementation of the new rules and regulations.

Early in the morning, Xu Huizhen opened the door of the bistro early and sat behind the counter.

She also held a list in her hand, ready to call names at any time.

"Huang Xiaolan..."

"Zhang Feng...."

"Liu Mo..."

The waiters who came to the tavern all looked tired and yawned constantly.

The work in the tavern is different from that in ordinary factories. It is often necessary to work until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. When the waiters return home and clean up briefly, it is eleven o'clock in the evening.

In the past, the tavern only opened at ten o'clock because there were almost no customers in the morning. The waiters only had to come to the tavern before 9:30 am.

but.

The new rules and regulations stipulate that the tavern must now open on time at eight o'clock, and all waiters must arrive at the tavern before seven-thirty.

Those waiters also clearly expressed their opposition, but Xu Huizhen suppressed it in the name of supporting national construction.

Although the waiters didn't understand what the tavern had to do with supporting national construction.

However, they would never dare to object to this title.

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