Spiritualist In Korea

  The plan of the day is in the morning!

  Long Xinghua, who had been training in a sanatorium for veteran cadres on the outskirts of the capital, returned to his home early in the morning. The sudden appearance of the old man made the entire Long family busy.

  Long Chengen and his wife Yinman asked with concern, "Dad, why didn't you let us know when you came back?"

Long Xinghua chuckled, "What's there to prepare for? Go ahead and do your work. Lao Zhao said he found a treasure and boasted about it last night. I couldn't help it, so I came over early in the morning to see what it was. baby."

  Long Chengen smiled and said, "It should be a snuff bottle."

   "Then I have a bottom line." Long Xinghua greeted his son and daughter-in-law, and then he put his hands behind his back and brought his guards to Lao Zhao.

   Yin Man breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately Dad didn't ask Tianao."

  Long Chengen sternly scolded, "It's not that you spoil your son. It's not a big deal, but you want to use this method, knowing that the most hated father is the use of power for personal gain."

   The two were talking about how Yin Man used his relationship to help Long Tianao return to China from South Korea.

   Yinman also knew that he was wrong and didn't say much.

   On the other side, after Long Xinghua went to Lao Zhao's house to see the so-called baby, he taunted his good friend and felt very relieved.

"This old Zhao, he still brags to me about this kind of crap." Long Xinghua, after retiring from the authority, devoted himself to collecting, and has more than ten years of experience. Usually, he is most keen to attack the novice Lao Zhao, as his name suggests. Teach him the experience so that he won't be punched too often.

  Long Xinghua's guard Xiaofang asked, "Elder Long, is there any place you want to go? If not, go back to the sanatorium."

  Long Xinghua said slowly, "No hurry, Xiaofang, go to Longxiangju first."

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  Longxiang Residence, the ancestral property of the Long family, a famous store in the capital. Its pickles are one of the famous specialties of the capital and are well received by customers at home and abroad.

   Guard Xiaofang took Long Xinghua to the door of Longxiang Residence, but found that Longxiang Residence was next door, and suddenly there was a Fengming Pavilion.

   The old man frowned, "Dragon and Phoenix battle? Is this shop going to fight against Longxiangju?"

  The old man has a lot of experience in fighting, and he can see the leopard in his tube. From the name of the signboard, it can be seen that this Feng Mingxuan is not good.

   But even in the fight against Long Xiangju, Long Xinghua didn't feel anything. In a market economy, there is no rule against competition.

   "Xiao Fang, let's go to Feng Ming Xuan."

   Seeing people coming and going in Feng Mingxuan, Long Xiangju has three or two kittens, and Long Xinghua is also very curious.

   As soon as he walked into Fengming Xuan, a fragrance penetrated straight into Long Xinghua's nose.

"This is?"

  Long Xinghua's expression condensed. He used to make pickles with his father when he was a child. This taste is too familiar, and it is the fragrance that only top-quality pickles emit.

   But Fengmingxuan is different from traditional pickle shops. There is a tasting counter on one side of the store and already packaged pickles on the other side.

  Feng Mingxuan's staff are all young and beautiful girls, and they seem to have been trained with decent etiquette. They are very patient with older customers.

   "This old man, our pickles in Feng Mingxuan are all purchased from organic farms to minimize the impact of pesticides."

   "Furthermore, after testing by scientific research institutions, Feng Mingxuan's pickles contain twice or even twice as much nutrients as ordinary pickles on the market. It is our sincere work."

   "The purpose of our Fengmingxuan is to let customers eat healthily and with peace of mind."

  Long Xinghua, led by one of the beautiful shop assistants, tasted various types of pickles one by one.

   The result shocked the old man!

   This pure taste, which he had only tasted decades ago, instantly mixed Long Xinghua with all kinds of flavors.

   "Little girl, who is the pickle chef in your shop?"

   "It's Master Liao Bin."

   "Liao Bin?" Long Xinghua is not unfamiliar with this name, he is the grandson of Master Liao Jiaping, an old shop assistant in Longxiangju.

   "I don't know how old Liao is doing? Why did Liao Bin choose Fengmingxuan instead of Longxiangju?"

  Long Xinghua couldn't figure it out, he was very familiar with Liao Jiaping and had a deep affection for Long Xiangju. Although he was fired by Long Chengen at first, Long Xinghua also compensated him and asked him to receive a sum of money every month as a consideration for the old man.

   "Master?"

   The beautiful waiter called out, which brought Long Xinghua back to his senses and said with a smile, "Little girl, give me half a catty of each of these eight treasures vegetables and pickled cucumbers."

"OK."

  Xiaofang helped Long Xinghua check out and found that the price of pickles in Fengmingxuan was about 10% higher than that in Longxiangju.

   "Elder Long, if you want to eat pickles, it's better to go to Longxiangju to get it. It's very expensive here."

  Long Xinghua laughed and did not correct Xiaofang. In his opinion, it is understandable that the price of pickles of this quality is 10% higher.

   After exiting the door of Fengming Xuan, Long Xinghua and Xiaofang walked towards Longxiangju. Before they got to the door, the quarrel reached their ears.

   "Grass, stinky boy, get out if you don't buy it! Our Longxiangju is a guarantee of quality, and we need a fart inspection certificate!"

  's arrogant voice made Long Xinghua frown.

A young man at the door retorted with a blushing neck, "If it wasn't for my grandfather's name to eat pickles from Longxiangju, do you think I would love to come? You don't publish the test results, so that our consumers can eat with peace of mind, how dare I buy it back For my grandfather?"

   The store manager Li Yuntian scolded with a sullen face, "Little brother, you are not the one that Feng Mingxuan invited to find fault, right?"

   The young man sneered, "Do you still use me to find fault? Look at the comparison of the flow of people on both sides. If it wasn't for my grandfather who insisted on eating Longxiangju, I would have been there long ago."

   "Longxiangju's service attitude is very poor, and the quality of products is also declining every year. If there is no sign on it, you deserve to go out of business."

   "Hey, although this young man speaks a little too far, it is indeed the truth."

   "Yeah, last time I came here, two shop assistants were playing with their mobile phones. I wanted this, but they brought me another, and they made me mad when I got home."

   "You don't know, the Long family has long planned to sell Longxiang Residence, but it seems that the old man has suppressed it. If it can't be sold, just throw it here and let it fend for itself."

   "Well, I also heard from my relatives. Long Xiangju colluded inside and outside, and disposed of some pickles as bad. In fact, they were sold at low prices, and everyone made a lot of money."

   Listening to the words of the onlookers, Long Xinghua's face became more and more ugly.

  It's groundless, not necessarily without a reason.

   If half of these gossips are true, then he Long Xinghua is the biggest fool in the world.

"No wonder I don't find anything different every time I come here. So, do even the family have to do face-saving work?" Long Xinghua's tone was a bit sad, he could not have imagined that his family would have to do this in order to get rid of Long Xiangju. planting level.

   Guard Xiaofang looked at Long Xinghua, who was a little excited, with a worried look on his face.

   Taking a deep breath, Long Xinghua restrained all his emotions and instructed Xiaofang, "Xiaofang, help me do one thing..."