Lin Chuan thought he was going to a restaurant or something, but Hong Lijuan took him to a roadside stall in a busy market.
A large rectangular stove is covered with sizzling meat skewers. When the wind blows, the aroma fills the air.
There were quite a lot of people eating, and they were sitting in twos and threes at the table at the back, drinking beer and talking about the mountains, which was very down-to-earth.
Linghong looked at the noisy environment around her and wanted to stop it, but Lin Chuan smiled and said: "This is our own place. There is nothing to worry about. You are all foreign faces. Go for a walk around. We will go back later."
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At this time, Hong Lijuan grabbed a table and shouted carelessly: "Kuanzi, sit here!"
On such an occasion, what you eat is just smoke, just like the smoke floating in the stove. Although it is so smokey that you can't open your eyes, everyone is still talking and laughing.gòйЪ.ōΓg
In the 1980s, there were no mobile phones, no wireless networks, and no need to post to Moments before eating.
Everyone was drinking beer and talking about whatever they wanted. It was very lively.
The meat skewers are also cheap, three skewers cost one dollar. The boss took a handful of chili powder and sprinkled the cumin vigorously. The smoke made him cough.
"Damn it, this chili noodles is really strong today!"
The boss is the only one working inside and outside. He just calls out what he wants to eat and gets his own beer.
In Lin Chuan's view, this is a very chronological scene.
The beer was still in a bottle, and it didn't even have a cork. Hong Lijuan wiped the bottle cap with her hand and opened it with her teeth.
So don't pick a cup or not, everyone is just blowing from the bottle.
The meat skewers are ready, but you still have to get them yourself.
Hong Lijuan took two large handfuls of meat skewers and placed them on the plate.
The plates of that era didn't have any bags, so I used them one way and the other.
It's just that the two handfuls of meat skewers held by Hong Lijuan were a bit jealous.
If you shout at a stall and it costs 10 yuan to bake, you are considered a rich person.
After all, the salary at that time was only thirty or forty yuan, so spending 10 yuan as a treat was a big deal.
I mentioned that people in the imperial capital are hospitable, enthusiastic, and love to show off their appearance.
At that time, spending 10 or 20 yuan was not a show off.
But Hong Lijuan only paid 50 yuan for one job.
And there was Lin Chuan in a suit and leather suit sitting there.
People around me also started to comment.
Especially Lin Chuan, his suit is very valuable at first glance, with shirt, black tie, gold watch, leather shoes, and all brand names all over his body.
Especially watches.
The pursuit of watches in that era was particularly strong.
Every wedding gift must include a watch.
Like the imported solid gold watch worn by Lin Chuan, many people have never even seen it.
Therefore, all kinds of envious and disdainful eyes were focused on Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan didn't care how others looked at him, he would eat when he should and drink when he should.
Hong Lijuan said while eating: "Well, I feel better now. After all, my sister is still inexperienced. If you give her a big project worth tens of millions, it will be good if she can do it now!"
Lin Chuan threw the drill on the table, took a sip of beer and said, "That's common sense, do you need to say it again? Your grandpa never taught you this? I have to talk to grandpa later!"
"Don't bother, my grandfather is too lazy to care about this. Now he is studying supersonics all day long. I heard him say that you came to the imperial capital this time to build an aircraft factory, right?"
Before Lin Chuan could say anything, a man drinking next to him spit out the beer in his mouth on the spot.
Several people at the same table laughed.
The one who spit out the wine said to Lin Chuan and Hong Lijuan with surprise on his face: "I think we are pretty good at blowing, but compared to you, we are far behind.
I'm convinced, I'm really convinced. I'm eating cheap food, drinking beer for 25 cents, and talking about tens of millions of dollars in business. You shouldn't be here. You should go to the Western restaurant of the Royal Capital Hotel.
Light a candle and talk about your business with a knife and fork, sister, don’t blow too much, you’re blowing a hole in the sky!”
The crowd burst into laughter.
Hong Lijuan glared at the man with disgust and wanted to scold him, but Lin Chuan stopped her.
Street stalls are people of this level, so what do you have to do with them?
"We drink our food, you don't care what others say, right?"
Staring at the man again, Hong Lijuan said: "Generally, the people who come to this place to eat are poor people who have no ability and are just trying to show off.
Especially those who order a few meat skewers and drink while licking the meat skewers. Such people are everywhere!"
When several men heard this, they immediately quit and shouted angrily at Hong Lijuan: "Fuck you, who are you talking about?"
Hong Lijuan was not afraid of them. She said slowly and coldly: "I will tell anyone who glares at you!"
Those people were already a little drunk, and their faces were covered in blood after being scolded by a woman, which made them even more angry.
Especially the man who spit out alcohol, angrily shook his side-parted hairstyle, held a beer bottle in his hand, and shouted angrily: "You little girl, you're so straight, you're looking for a beating, aren't you? Do you know?"
What do you guys do?"
Hong Lijuan didn't even move, she looked at him with disdain and said: "Hey, I think you dare to touch me, let me try it!"
The man was making a fuss and really wanted to take action. When Lin Chuan saw this, he smiled and said, "Brothers, it's not that big of a deal. Look at how angry this brother is, he even screamed like father-in-law!"
"Who the hell are you calling father-in-law?" Several people came to Lin Chuan again.
"You're looking for a fight, right?"
"Laoguai, fuck him hard!"
Lin Chuan was still smiling and curiously asked the man who spit out wine: "Laoguai? Why do you have such a name? You have such a special personality!"
But Laoguai bared his teeth and said majestically: "What, do you have any objections?"
However, before he finished speaking, a beer bottle hit Lao Guai directly on the head.
Immediately afterwards, Antonio lifted the crutch above his head and slammed it onto the table.
He smashed the boss's desk to pieces, and even threw the old man, who was dizzy and confused.
Several of his companions didn't even have a chance to react. They were punched and kicked by Antonio and several others, and were knocked to the ground. They were all covered in blood.
The people eating around hurriedly ducked aside, fearing that blood would be splashed on them.
The boss hurriedly came over to break up the fight.
Seeing that Antonio is a foreigner, he even spoke a few words in foreign languages.
"I like to bet again and again, but I won the bet again?"
Antonio cursed in standard Mandarin: "You bet your mother, get out of here!"
When the boss was stunned, Antonio directly carried the old man in front of Lin Chuan and kicked him on the knee, making him kneel directly in front of Lin Chuan.
At this point, everyone realized that these foreigners were actually this man's thugs.
No wonder they wear famous brands and gold watches and earn tens of millions of dollars in business just by asking. How much does it cost just to hire these foreign thugs?
Laoguai's face was even more confused, and his head was buzzing.