This is a small private restaurant located in an alley not too far from Song Yuanchao's home.

This hotel was renovated by a family out of their own house. The owner opened up several rooms on the first floor and opened an outward door in the courtyard wall. There was no store sign outside, but he just put two small colorful bead light bulbs on it.

Plug it in at night, and the colorful lights will flash and become extraordinarily dazzling.

This was the first time Song Yuanchao came to this small restaurant. If the person who made the appointment hadn't specifically mentioned the address, he might not have been able to find this place.

Entering inside, the open shop is about 100 square meters. The interior is completely renovated. The ceilings on the four sides are made of plaster. There are small colored lights all around like the outside of the shop, plus the slightly yellow glow of incandescent light bulbs.

The soft lighting makes it look a bit like a later hotel.

There are eight tables in the store. Except for the two large round tables on the inside, the remaining six are small square tables. The tables are covered with red and blue plaid tablecloths, and there is also a clay pot on the table.

Since it is winter, a bright silk flower is inserted inside.

There are two screen partitions next to the big round table, which can be pulled apart to form a relatively private space when needed. It is now around two o'clock in the afternoon, which is not normal business hours. When Song Yuanchao arrived, there was no one in the store.

There was a man sitting at the last big round table, smoking a cigarette and waiting quietly for Song Yuanchao.

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

"haven't seen you for a long time……."

Seeing Song Yuanchao walking into the store, Zhang Yong stood up and walked quickly towards Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao also walked quickly towards Zhang Yong. When they arrived, the two of them reached out and shook hands.

"Isn't this place a bit difficult to find?" Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao to sit down, picked up the freshly brewed tea and poured a cup of tea for Song Yuanchao, smiling.

"It's okay, but it won't be easy to find if you don't tell us the location in advance." Song Yuanchao thanked him, took the tea and put it aside.

"Originally, I wanted you to come over and have lunch together, but you said that we had something to do at noon today and could only make an appointment at this time. Some of the homemade stir-fries here are very good. If you have a chance, come over and try them." Zhang Yong handed it over.

He gave Song Yuanchao a cigarette and struck a match while talking.

After lighting up the cigarette and taking a puff, Song Yuanchao looked around and asked with interest: "Okay, I'll come over for a meal when I have time. By the way, this restaurant...?"

"Oh, the boss here is my childhood friend. He is also an educated youth. He has been unemployed since he came back. I originally planned to take him to do something with me, but he got married early and married a female educated youth when he went to the countryside.

Now their children can play a role, they have a wife and children, plus he is a

An honest man, he doesn’t want to make a living outside, he just wants to do something down-to-earth. Not long ago, the government allowed individuals to run businesses. His family used to be a diligent businessman. He has been a craftsman since elementary school, and his wife is also good at cooking.

So I opened a store like this in my home.”

Zhang Yong explained briefly, and Song Yuanchao nodded. Although he had never eaten the food here, from Zhang Yong's introduction and the decoration and layout of this small shop, it was obvious that the boss put his heart into the operation.

"Are you the boss here too?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

"Haha, I actually showed it to you." Zhang Yong didn't hide it: "It's just a favor. It helps a friend, but I usually don't care about this store, and not many people come here."

That's right. With the decoration style and layout of this store plus other investments, it would cost at least a thousand yuan to open it. Without Zhang Yong's help, I'm afraid the owner of this store wouldn't be able to afford so much on his own.

Money comes.

When I met Zhang Yong today, it was actually Song Yuanchao who first made an appointment with him. Although Song Yuanchao and Zhang Yong had not interacted with each other a few times, the only contact they had with Zhang Yong was to review materials for the college entrance examination.

However, the fate between people is difficult to describe. Some people feel like old friends at first sight, while others do not deal with each other after meeting. Song Yuanchao and Zhang Yong are the former. They admire each other. Whether it is Song Yuanchao or Zhang Yong, they have a very good impression of each other.

good.

After returning to Shanghai, Song Yuanchao found someone through Li Daqi to make an appointment with Zhang Yong, but Zhang Yong had been away from Shanghai for a while and didn't know where he went, so he never saw him.

Zhang Yong had just returned from overseas yesterday. The first time he came back, he heard that Song Yuanchao had also returned to Shanghai and was looking for someone to make an appointment with him. Zhang Yong quickly called Song Yuanchao and the two arranged to meet at this place today.

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year. How have you been lately? Have you been studying in Yanjing these days?" Zhang Yong took a puff of cigarette and asked, pointing to the tea in front of Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao took a sip of the tea, nodded and said, "Didn't I get admitted to the Capital University before? I have been staying in Yanjing. This time I will go back to Shanghai to live for a while during the winter vacation. I will go back after the New Year."

"Better you, Yenching University, tsk tsk." Zhang Yong's face flashed with a hint of envy that he couldn't hide. Maybe he also had a university dream in his heart, but it's a pity that this dream may never have a chance to be realized in this life.

"What about you? How are you doing?"

"What else can I do, just do the same thing, do business with a few brothers, travel back and forth to several cities to support my family. By the way, I would like to thank you for this."

"Thank me?"

"What? Forgot?" Zhang Yong said with a smile: "Do you still remember what you said to me before you left? I went to the south some time ago and bought some goods that sold well. And you

Those friends Qin Zhengguo and Gu Jie who are in Yangcheng have helped a lot there. Thank you for this. Come! I'll toast you with tea instead of wine."

As he spoke, he raised the tea cup in front of him. Song Yuanchao also picked up the cup and clinked it with him. At the same time, he smiled and said, "How can I say thank you for such a small thing? It's just a small effort."

After drinking all the tea in the cup in one gulp, Zhang Yong flicked the bottom of the cup directly at Song Yuanchao, put down the cup and said seriously: "This is not a trivial matter. I still have some ways to go in Shanghai or Hangzhou, but when I get to the south, I can't."

My eyes darkened, let alone anything else. I couldn't even understand what they said when I went over there. If your friend hadn't come forward to help, I might not have been able to do it."

Song Yuanchao smiled noncommittally and said nothing more. He picked up the teapot and filled Zhang Yong's empty cup with tea.

"By the way, why did you come back to me this time? Do you have something good to take care of me?" Zhang Yong is a very sensitive person. He thought of this when he learned that Song Yuanchao was looking for someone to date him, and for

For Zhang Yong, he envied and regretted that Song Yuanchao went to Yanjing to study.

What I envy is that Song Yuanchao was able to enter college, and he was admitted to such a good university and became the proud man of heaven.

Zhang Yong has been rebellious since he was a child due to family reasons, so he is not good at studying. In addition, he has been running around for a living for a long time, and it is impossible to pick up books and go to college. He knows very well that he is not the material to go to college.

But not going to college does not mean that he yearns for a college career. This may be a thought buried deep in Zhang Yong's heart.

It was a pity that as Song Yuanchao went to college, they had no chance to cooperate. In the last cooperation, he and Song Yuanchao worked very well together. Both parties admired each other. Although they had only known each other for a short time, they had a good impression of Song Yuanchao.

In Zhang Yong's view, good business partners like Song Yuanchao are rare. Zhang Yong has always been a proud and arrogant person. There are not many people he really likes, but Song Yuanchao is one of them.

Before Song Yuanchao left Shanghai for Yanjing, Zhang Yong came specifically to see Song Yuanchao off. On the one hand, he valued Song Yuanchao as a person, and on the other hand, he also wanted to leave a lasting impression in case there was an opportunity for cooperation in the future.

It is precisely because of this that when Zhang Yong knew that Song Yuanchao was dating him, he immediately contacted Song Yuanchao.

"I have something to do, I don't know if you are interested." Song Yuanchao raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Yong, deliberately showing off.

"Interest? Haha." Zhang Yong laughed: "It would be hard to say if it were someone else who said this, but it would be different if Song Yuanchao said this. I know very well what kind of person you are, so tell me.

No matter what the matter is, whether it’s cooperation or asking for my help, as long as I can sit down, it’s no problem.”

"Refreshing!" Zhang Yong's answer made Song Yuanchao secretly admire him. This guy has a flexible mind and a bright heart. In comparison, Zhang Yong can be said to be the most talented person in business that Song Yuanchao has seen since he returned to this era, even Li Daqi

, Qin Zhengguo, Luo Yang, they are all inferior.

Song Yuanchao's purpose in finding Zhang Yong was very simple, that is, to cooperate in business.

Now Song Yuanchao spends most of the year in Yanjing. Luo Yang is Song Yuanchao's partner in Yanjing, and after their cooperation some time ago, Song Yuanchao and Luo Yang have also established a relatively trusting relationship. Together with Sun Yaoliang and Li Xiaoyun

With a few helpers, Yanjing did a very good job.

As for being in Yangcheng, Qin Zhengguo and Gu Jie are there, and Ying Caixia will also go there after the Spring Festival. The three of them are all people whom Song Yuanchao trusts, and Song Yuanchao feels relieved to have them there.

In Shanghai, Li Daqi can already take charge of his own business. As Director Ma has made his decision, Li Daqi will be officially appointed as the deputy director and workshop director of the school-run factory in the next few days. In the following days, Director Ma will

Will gradually retreat to the second line, thus helping Li Daqi to the position of factory director.

Yanjing, Shanghai, Yangcheng.

These three cities can be said to occupy the core areas of the three important commercial areas in North China, East China, and South China. In the current era of reform and opening up, the importance of the three cities is self-evident, and it is also the focus of Song Yuanchao's entire game.

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Now compared with Yanjing and Yangcheng, or the Pengcheng Special Zone that is about to be established, Shanghai and Haihai, the place that Song Yuanchao is most familiar with, lacks strength.

Although Li Daqi could take charge of his own business, Song Yuanchao could not let him get out of the factory due to the special circumstances of the school-run factory.

Firstly, it was because of Factory Director Ma, secondly because of his feelings for this factory, and thirdly, this factory was also an important factor. In the days that followed, Song Yuanchao had an in-depth understanding of the factory run by the school.

Some long-term ideas need Li Daqi to implement them for him.
Chapter completed!