The waitress in gray uniform brought the menu. Xu Damao's eyes widened when he saw the prices on the menu.
Canned braised beef, 4.6 yuan
Prawn salad, 3.4 yuan
Capital red cabbage soup, 0.7 yuan
Braised prawns in oil, 3.2 yuan
Grilled fish with butter, 2.1 yuan
Cream of mushroom soup, 1.5 yuan
Creamy grilled mixed mix, 1.2 yuan
The cheapest one, the big one that can satisfy your hunger, costs 1.1 yuan.
The people who often come to Lao Mo for dinner are high-salary intellectuals, foreign experts, and pillars of major theater troupes.
The only ones left are the recalcitrant masters and their gang members. Buddha generally does not dare to go for fear of being washed away.
Where did Xu Damao, a projectionist, come from?
I thought that just like in Donglaishun, a table with about ten people would be enough to eat for only seven or eight yuan.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the exquisite small dishes on the table next door, and then looked up at the hungry green eyes of the generals.
I shouted in my heart, Damn, I fell into a pit.
These guys are all strong young men. If they want to eat well, fifty or sixty yuan is not enough.
Fifty or sixty may not seem like much, but you must know that Xu Damao's monthly salary is only more than 40 yuan.
When he was working as a projectionist, he bought a lot of goods from fellow villagers, and combined with Lao Xu's savings, he could save some money.
Unfortunately, a while ago, in order to become an official, he bought an ancient inkstone, and in order to frame Li Donglai, he bought an ancient jade pendant.
The savings are almost spent.
More importantly, he only had twenty yuan in his pocket.
We can't blame Xu Damao for this. In this era, having twenty yuan in his pocket can be said to be enough to eat all over the capital.
Except, Lao Mo.
Xu Damao held the menu and felt that the words on the menu suddenly became larger and blurred, and large drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Zhang Haiyang saw a faint smile on Li Dong's face and grabbed the menu from Xu Damao: "What the hell, are you afraid that my brothers will eat you up?"
"No, how can we?" Xu Damao was about to cry, but he had to say something big: "Brothers, just order it, but I, Damao, can't even see the food money."
"That's pretty much it!" Zhang Haiyang is a ruthless character, so anything is more expensive.
"Braised beef, prawn salad, grilled fish with butter, cream of mushroom soup..."
Xu Damao's face darkened every time he ordered a dish. When he heard Zhang Haiyang say: "Well, the portion of the food here is too small. It's not enough to eat at all. Let's get a double portion."
I almost cried "Wow".
The comrade waitress didn't care so much. She wrote it down in her book, did a simple calculation, and said with a smile: "The total is fifty-three eighty-five cents. Do you want to pay it now or after you finish the meal?"
When dining in other restaurants in Beijing, you usually pay when you order.
But this is Lao Mo, and all the people who can come here are decent people.
Decent people can't do anything to avoid paying bills.
Also, this kind of rules was brought from Big Brother.
If you want those hungry bears to pay first, there is no way!
Xu Damao was sad and didn't react for a while, so he rubbed his ears.
This made Zhang Haiyang dissatisfied. He stared at Xu Damao: "Comrade Propaganda Officer, I'm asking you!"
"Uh, um, I'll pay after dinner." Xu Damao forced out a sad voice from his throat.
Fifty-three dollars and eighty-five cents!!
If it were in another place, eating with his colleagues, Xu Damao would really dare to turn around and run away.
Facing a group of generals, he didn't have the courage.
These passionate young people really dared to block the door and beat people with bicycle chains.
What to do, of course, is to go back and borrow money.
I have to say that Xu Damao is a good actor. He suddenly slapped his forehead and looked like he had forgotten something important.
"Oh, when I went out, I forgot that the old hen was still stewing on the coal stove. My brothers will eat first, and I will be back soon."
After saying that, Xu Damao ran outside without waiting for Li Donglai to react.
Zhong Yuemin stood up unsteadily, looked at his back, and asked: "Isn't this kid trying to run away? Although we made money today, we can't do this."
He looked at Zheng Tong: "Go and tell the restaurant that our dishes will be halved."
Zheng Tong was about to stand up when Li Donglai pressed his shoulder: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare."
He knew Xu Damao very well.
In his eyes, these generals are a spiral staircase to the sky. Even if he sells iron, he will come back and pay for it.
After hearing what Li Donglai said, everyone felt relieved.
Without Xu Damao, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became lively, and everyone was also curious about Li Donglai's identity.
Everyone looked a little surprised when they heard that he was the director of the medical department of the hospital and a master of Xinglin.
It is rare to see department directors under thirty years old.
Li Donglai also figured out why they had dinner together today.
It turns out that when Gu Shen sold old military caps, these generals were responsible for the operation.
Thinking about it, Gu Shen, as the head of the food station, has so many things to do every day.
But Wang Wuye's pigeon market is not suitable for selling such valuable things.
An old military hat sells for 20 yuan. How many ordinary people can afford it?
As for Zhong Yuemin and the others, as generals, they usually have a lot of little brothers around them, and these are the best customers.
Their father has a certain status, but he has never been on the battlefield and cannot wear the old military uniforms that have been passed down.
For example, Zheng Tong, Li Donglai keenly discovered that the hat he wore was made by Chen Xueru.
The old traces on the edges are so distinctive.
Zhong Yuemin and the others have not yet gone to work and have been wandering on the street all day.
Although it has status, it should not be used for money.
Filming a mother-in-law, watching a play, or watching a movie all cost money.
They don't bother to do small speculative business.
The old army hat business is just right for them.
No effort required, no loss of face, and quick return of money.
No, this week, they sold nearly fifty old military hats, and Gu Shen gave them fifty yuan.
The brothers are masters who don't have any spare money, so they wanted to come to Lao Mo, the holy place for generals, to have a good time.
Of course, Gu Shen was a very strict man and did not tell them the origin of the old military cap.
They didn't know that Li Donglai was the boss behind the scenes, and they only thought that he was just Gu Shen's friend.
A group of young people quickly became one.
At this time, the waiter also brought the dishes.
Zheng Tong asked in a low voice: "Do you want to wait for Xu Damao?"
"What are you waiting for him to do? Didn't you see that my brother's stomach is already full?" Zhong Yuemin picked up the knife and fork and started to eat happily.
Li Donglai often ate in Western restaurants in his previous life, and he was very proficient in using knives and forks, which amazed Gu Shen.
It’s really not easy for a young man from the countryside to know how to do such foreign things!
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On the other side, Xu Damao rushed back to the courtyard on his bicycle.
When he got home, he opened the drawer and after rummaging around, he only found a handful of change notes.
After a quick count, I found seven yuan and eighty cents, which was at least twenty yuan short.
