When the three of them walked into the restaurant, they were greeted by bursts of aroma, and Liu Lang's stomach growled under the temptation of the aroma.
The room is not large, just over fifty square meters. There are seven small tables, and people are dining at the five tables. Even though it is winter, the room is steaming, and the indoor temperature is close to 30 degrees. It is impossible to wear a coat.
, even if the windows are opened, it still makes people sweat.
These newly built residential areas completely adopt centralized heating. There is a boiler room nearby. The hot water in the boiler room is transported to the pipe network through the pumping station and enters the residents' homes. This centralized heating method has been implemented in big cities, but it is not completely
Popularity means that many people in the capital every winter
It is also necessary to store a lot of "briquettes" for heating in the winter. In Fucheng, people basically have no concept of central heating. Every winter, every household will use cinders and water to make "coal slime", even if they live in a building.
Every household has a coal shed to store coal slime for the winter.
However, these newly built communities are completely centrally heated, so every household is much cleaner. As for heating costs, Fucheng stipulates that the first three years are completely government subsidies, and the people do not need to spend money. In fact, the operation of a boiler room is not much.
Money, after all, the area of this community is not large.
Three years later, the government will charge three yuan per square meter. The annual heating bill will be cheaper than coal at home. Moreover, by that time, people will have already been accustomed to the life of centralized heating, and it will be impossible for them to go back to the days of burning coal.
Imagine.
The temperature of the heater combined with the temperature of the hot pot made the restaurant steamy. Several men even took off their coats and were only wearing a small vest.
Liu Lang and the other three walked in from the outside. Several people looked over casually, and one person shouted out loud: Fuck, Liu Lang! This sentence immediately silenced the bustling restaurant.
Liu Lang is a household name in Fucheng. Even though many people have never seen him in person, his employees have photos of him with Liu Lang. They are passed down from person to person, and basically everyone knows what he looks like.
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Liu Lang is definitely much more famous than the mayor Song Lifeng in the eyes of ordinary people. People can not know Song Lifeng, but they absolutely cannot not know Liu Lang, because he is the pride of this city and the hero of this city. What's more,
He is such a legendary existence that there are many "jokes" about Liu Lang among the common people.
For example, when bragging, if someone says that he and Liu Lang once ate at the same table, then the "cow" is quite powerful. Of course, the "cow" will most likely be exposed by others, and a person as high as Liu Lang will eat the same thing as you.
Something? Just kidding.
Now, Liu Lang has arrived at this small restaurant in person, surrounded by a bunch of rough old men. Is this considered having fun with the people? Or is it a private visit incognito? Everyone is silent, looking at Liu Lang and not knowing what to say.
"Don't you guys just stare at me? I'm here to eat too, boss, take my order!"
The three of them walked to the innermost table and sat down. The one next to them quickly leaned back, fearing that they would disturb the other person.
At this time, a woman in her mid-thirties walked over from the side. As she walked, she asked Liu Lang in a Sichuan accent what they were eating.
"Boss Boss, of course I want to eat your best spicy hot pot!"
Wang Zhendong replied.
"I have spicy, hot, and slightly spicy flavors here. Which flavor do you want to try?"
the woman asked.
"Let's just have your best taste. We just want to taste the most authentic Sichuan flavor!"
Liu Lang spoke.
"It's going to be spicy, but I'm afraid a kid like you can't stand it!"
The other party smiled. She didn't know Liu Lang and thought the other party was two parents bringing a child to eat.
"Sister, this is our hero Liu Lang in Fucheng. What can't he eat? Just do it quickly and stop talking nonsense!"
At this time, a diner next to him replied in a flattering manner.
"Liu Lang? Are you Liu Lang? Oh my god, Liu Lang is here, Liu Lang is here!"
The woman yelled like a demon, and then she saw a big man running out of the kitchen, holding a spoon in his hand, shouting as he ran: Liu Lang is here? Where is it?
Sun Hu is sitting aside. He is the "leader" of the logistics support of the Norinco Group. His full-time job is to protect Liu Lang. However, he has not shown his skills for so many years. He is also old and will be forty in two years.
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But his skills have never fallen behind over the years, especially when he received guidance from a folk master in Los Angeles and an ancient handwritten book on breathing practice. Over the years, he has been practicing the breathing method according to this book, although he cannot
It made him "rejuvenate", but it also improved his reflexes and instantaneous explosive power.
No one in Fucheng dared to do anything to Liu Lang. He was a saint. Sun Hu was a little lax. The big man rushed out with a spoon. The room was small. He arrived in front of Liu Lang in the afternoon. Sun Hu immediately reacted.
"assassin!"
Although Sun Hu was caught off guard, his explosive power still allowed him to catch up. He reached out to block the opponent's chest, and then pushed back with his arm.
"Plop!"
The strong man pushed as fast as he came. No, he didn't retreat. He seemed to have hit the wall and sat down on the ground, throwing the spoon in his hand far away.
Sun Hu stood in front of the other party in one step, looking at him coldly.
"Brother Sun, you misunderstood!"
Liu Lang shook his head at the side. Sun Hu was very fast. From the time the opponent rushed in front of him to when Sun Hu took action, the whole process only took two or three seconds. Everyone only saw the man running over and then sitting on the ground again.
I thought he had bumped into the table, but Liu Lang's reaction speed was much faster than ordinary people, and he was the only one who reacted. There was a look of surprise on the man's face.
An "assassin" has a look of surprise on his face when he acts? Then his acting skills are great. Obviously the other person is Liu Lang's "brainless fan" and he was a little too excited after hearing that Liu Lang patronized his own shop.
"Baby, what's wrong with you?"
The woman was startled and shouted.
"Get up, get up!"
Liu Lang said repeatedly. The man also realized at this time that he had been beaten.
"I...I just want to see the genius Liu Lang...it's okay, it's okay!"
He wanted to argue with the other party, but after thinking about it, he swallowed his words. Who is Liu Lang? This must be his guard.
"Brother, my friend didn't see you running out, so he blocked you accidentally. Brother, are you okay?"
Liu Lang smiled.
"Yes! You are such a reckless thing, why are you running? What if you hit someone?"
The woman still doesn't know what happened.
Sun Hu didn't say anything. He had a measured move. The move just now was just to block the opponent. If the opponent had a back-up move, the next move would be cruel. Now it seems that the opponent is a reckless person, and he is still holding a spoon in his hand.
Fortunately, it wasn't a knife, otherwise Sun Hu might not have been able to stop him, but he would have instantly made the opponent incapacitated.
"Get up, brother, walk more carefully next time, don't be so careless, get up quickly!"
Wang Zhendong on the side stretched out his hand to pull the other person up from the ground. He said this to take care of the other person's face. Others did not realize that it was Sun Hu's hand just now. This man weighed a full 180 kilograms, and he did not look like Xi Chuan at all.
Man, how could such a strong man be stopped by one hand?
Even the man's wife thought he fell down on his own, so Wang Zhendong pulled him up again, which was considered as giving him face.