On Monday morning, when facing investigators sent from the Food and Drug Administration, the smile that always hung on Liu Weicheng's face had long since disappeared.
After handing over various documents to the other party, he personally led the investigators around the back kitchen.
The school's breakfast time has passed and the cafeteria is already empty.
There is no prior notice, and there is no warning. The most fearful thing about working in the catering industry is dealing with such people.
The cafeteria staff are very cooperative.
One of the male investigators looked twice at Liu Weicheng as he passed by, and then began a routine inspection.
Fortunately, no problems occurred.
Probably because they had expected this scene to happen, the cleanliness in the canteen has always been taken care of with 100% attention, and all indicators have passed the standard.
As the investigators left, Zheng Qiang, who was waiting in the kitchen, also walked out.
He waved to the male investigator who had just glanced at Liu Weicheng, looking like an old acquaintance.
This scene caught Liu Weicheng's eyes. After the other party left, he approached Zheng Qiang and asked.
"Do you know that person just now?"
"..."
Hearing Liu Weicheng's inquiry, Zheng Qiang was obviously stunned.
Then his face was full of surprise.
"Don't you know him? He is our junior high school classmate."
"Are we classmates from junior high school again?"
blurted out a sentence.
The impression of junior high school in my memory is becoming more and more vivid. When Zhang Cuilan was hospitalized for heat stroke, when faced with Zheng Qiang who was kindly sent to the hospital, Liu Weicheng did not recognize him at that time.
I originally thought that meeting Zheng Qiang, a junior high school classmate, was a coincidence. Who would have thought that there was also an acquaintance in the department.
No matter how hard Liu Weicheng tried, he never thought about who the man was just now.
Seeing the confusion on Liu Weicheng's face, Zheng Qiang reminded him.
"The rich guy in our class used to be a little dwarf who was worse than you in academics. He was a little over 1.5 meters tall."
"One meter five..."
Following Zheng Qiang's reminder, Liu Weicheng gradually had an impression in his mind.
But no matter what, there was no way to overlap the short figure with the man who had just left.
A junior high school student who is over 1.5 meters is indeed not considered tall. Perhaps it is due to the lack of nutrition in previous eras. Someone over 1.8 meters is considered a rare tall person.
Unlike later generations, when they were just in junior high school, those children were all as if they had taken hormones.
Who knows what happened in less than ten years that made the boy who was once the shortest in the class grow to be almost as tall as me.
"He is...Huang Chengyuan?"
"It's him. I met him several times when I was working in a hotel. I didn't recognize him at first. If he hadn't taken the initiative to say hello, I wouldn't have had any impression."
"Has he taken hormones? I remember he was quite short before."
"Who knows, it's said that it only started to develop in high school, maybe it's a late-developing type."
Zheng Qiang responded and turned to look at Liu Weicheng beside him.
Neither of them chose to continue schooling after junior high school, so these things are not very clear.
"Later, when we were drinking, he even asked about you. When you were in school, you always overwhelmed him when studying. He was particularly impressed by you."
"Yeah……"
"By the way, why are the people from the Supervision Bureau here? Did someone report it?"
Hearing Zheng Qiang's doubts, Liu Weicheng suddenly became serious. Although he could guess which group did it, he couldn't make his own judgment immediately.
The school cafeteria is doing a great job, and the only group that suffers losses are the vendors who set up stalls outside the school.
Liu Weicheng originally did not want to target them, but if it was really those traders who did it, he would not suffer this anger in vain.
After thinking about it, Liu Weicheng looked at Zheng Qiang, pursed his lips and asked.
"You just said you had a drink with Huang Chengyuan? Are you two still in contact?"
"Well, they are all old classmates. They left their phone numbers after we met."
"What's his phone number?"
"Why do you ask?"
Looking at Liu Weicheng who took out his mobile phone, Zheng Qiang had not yet reacted.
The next second I heard Liu Weicheng say.
"Of course I'm catching up with my old classmates."
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In the evening, it was time for dinner before evening self-study.
The vendors at the entrance of the No. 1 Middle School blocked both sides of the road. During the time when the school was not open, several stall owners who were relatively close were also chatting and communicating.
"Didn't that man named Liu Weicheng also set up a stall before? Isn't it good for us to do this secretly?"
"When you drink water, don't forget the well digger. He made money for himself and then forced us to death. What he did is considered okay?"
Interest is often the source of all hatred.
Nowadays, the contractor of the No. 1 Middle School cafeteria has obviously become the number one enemy of the off-campus vendors.
During these days, by spreading rumors among the students, I made up the story that my child had eaten bad food in the cafeteria, and reported it anonymously.
Although it is a low-level method, every inspection will cause great damage to the school cafeteria.
The time for surprise inspections is not fixed, and each inspection means that the canteen will be closed.
In that case, their business will gradually improve.
Some traders conspired together to plot this.
As time goes by, the cafeteria will naturally become unable to work.
The school gate was opened and students began to walk out.
Although the passenger flow is much less than the peak period, it is much better than the period when school first started.
The fried rice stall owner stopped talking to the people next to him, calmed down his anger, and faced the students who came to the door with a smile on his face.
Looking at the man wearing an ill-fitting No. 1 Middle School uniform, with a strong build and an old-fashioned look.
After being stunned for a moment, he asked what he wanted to eat.
The owner of the fried rice stall didn't pay too much attention to it and just regarded it as a student who was relatively early in development.
The precocious male classmate ordered a portion of fried rice and immediately sat down at the small table. A portion of fried rice didn't take long and was served in front of him in just a few minutes.
One after another students gathered in front of the stall, and no one noticed the precocious student who was eating fried rice.
The sound of stir-frying in iron pots and the noise of students.
The scene at the school gate is like a night market, lively...and crowded.
"Bang! Bang!"
The cheap table was suddenly overturned, and the half-eaten fried rice was spilled to the floor as the table was overturned.
The male student who had grown ahead of schedule suddenly looked in pain and fell to the ground wailing.
Holding my stomach...
"Fried rice, the fried rice is sour! My stomach hurts from eating it!"
Although he was in great pain, his voice was extremely clear.
Wearing a little too small in his No. 1 Middle School uniform, Zheng Qiang rolled around in front of the stall.
His move attracted the attention of the surrounding students, and even the surrounding vendors also looked over.
The students forgot to buy for a while, and turned to look at Zheng Qiang, who was holding his stomach and rolling...
Red and blue lights flashed, and vehicles from the urban management team blocked the way out at one end.
The captain with a loudspeaker started shouting, and the vendors who were doing business were frightened when the urban management officials appeared.
No business was done, so I immediately packed up my stall and prepared to leave.
The school gate, which was lively and peaceful just now, suddenly became a mess. The road on the right was blocked by the urban management, and the vendors could only choose to escape to the left.
They rode to their respective stalls, ignoring the vendors who had been caught by the urban management, and rushed to leave.
A van parked across the road on the left, and a stone pier appeared at some point, completely blocking the road.
In the driver's seat, a man was leaning against the car window with his arms crossed, holding a cigarette and looking calm.
Looking at the crowded vendors and listening to their voices asking me to get out of the way...
He raised his hand and took a sip, then raised his head and spit it out.
Then he looked at the vendor with a smile on his face and his words were full of apology.
"Sorry, everyone, the car seems to have broken down."
Behind the car, another group of vehicles from the traffic control brigade drove over.