Siheyuan: Enemy spies are captured every time

The Quanjude of today is not the Quanjude of later generations.

Locals basically don't go to Quanjude in later generations for many reasons. After a few years, the craftsmanship would be lost. After the reform and opening up, the craftsmanship is not as good as before, and the taste is still a little lacking.

In addition, the price is too expensive and too far away from ordinary consumers.

So the locals gradually stopped going there.

On the contrary, Bianyifang has become a favorite place for people in the four cities, mainly because the prices are relatively cheap, and Dongda and Liqun Roast Duck are also good.

Today, Quanjude’s roast duck still tastes the same. In the late Qing Dynasty, it was still a small restaurant. When the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Beijing, the old woman fled to Hebei.

Later, after the foreigners left, she returned to Beijing and passed by a small restaurant. The aroma of the restaurant attracted the spendthrift woman.

He asked someone to get a duck, tasted it, and found it tasted very good, so this small restaurant later became one of the palace's prepared dishes.

As its fame grew, everyone wanted to taste the food from the palace, so it was renamed Quanjude.

I heard that the name was given by that spendthrift old woman, but I don't know whether it's true or not.

At this time, Quanjude had been developing for nearly a hundred years.

After the Lou family donated 35% of Quanjude’s shares, they still had 15% of the shares. The original owner of Quanjude held 15%, and 70% was owned by the public.

The original owner is only responsible for cooking and is not allowed to take care of anything else.

It is sad to say that a century-old foundation eventually fell into the pockets of others. Hua Chengyu stood at the door and could not help but sigh to himself.

Later, it was returned to the original owner, but a generation had passed, and the craft was lost from then on.

However, its fame remains, and it was finally listed on the stock market with a high market value.

"Brother, what are you standing there in a daze for? Why don't you go in? You're not reluctant to leave, are you? Your salary is less than enough to afford a meal at Quanjude, right?" Director Xiao patted Hua Chengyu on the shoulder and said.

"Not really, not really." When Hua Chengyu comes to this era, sometimes, there are inexplicably more sighs.

"Come in?"

"please!"

"After you!"

"Okay, stop being so jealous!" Xiao Tianci grabbed Hua Chengyu's shoulders and pulled her inside.

“Comrade, comrade!”

"What are you shouting for? Calling for the soul!" A waiter turned around and looked at Hua Chengyu.

"Comrade, what's wrong with your attitude? We are here to eat, not to be bullied!" Gong Chengyu's face darkened. In this era, what he could not stand the most was the attitude of these eight officials.

So abominable.

"Just eat. There's a sign above. Tell me when you're ready!" the waiter said impatiently.

"Comrade, we want a private room." Hua Chengyu said patiently. If it were in the future, if the waiter dared to have this attitude, he would either slap him in the face or ask someone to open the door directly.

What kind of service attitude is this?

"Private room, what's your level? Do you have a letter of introduction?" The waiter gave Hua Chengyu a cold look. Their hotel had a rule that to open a private room one had to be at least administrative level 16.

"This is my work ID!" Hua Chengyu said coldly.

"This is mine!" Director Xiao has become accustomed to it.

The waiter opened Hua Chengyu's work ID card, took a look at it, and immediately closed it: "Manager, Manager."

"What's wrong?" A middle-aged man walked out from behind.

The waiter trotted forward and whispered a few words into the middle-aged man's ear, looking at Hua Chengyu as he spoke.

"Nonsense!" the middle-aged man scolded, and walked quickly to Hua Chengyu: "Comrades, our waiter is ignorant. Director Hua, this is your work permit."

"And here's my work ID, let's check it together!" Xiao Tianci said with a smile.

"Okay, okay..." The middle-aged man took it carefully, and saw that it said "Deputy Director of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill". All his doubts disappeared immediately.

This young man is only 20 years old, and will be 21 next year, but he is already a director at the ministry level. His part-time job is higher than his full-time job, which inevitably makes the waiter suspicious.

There would be no problem if I followed the deputy director of the security department.

His administrative level has reached level 12. For someone in his thirties, reaching level 12 is already quite remarkable.

"Please, I'm Yang Qin, the deputy manager of our store. You can just call me Yang Qin. Please come in to the Fugui Hall." Manager Yang shouted to the waiter while asking for guidance.

When passing by the waiter, he glared at him fiercely.

These two gentlemen must have powerful backgrounds, otherwise, if they are so young, one is level 16 and the other is level 14, I might end up suffering the consequences if I offend them.

The Fugui Hall is decorated in an antique style.

In this quaint box, the window frames are carved with exquisite patterns, and the faint light shines through the ancient gauze curtains, reflecting a light warm tone.

A pair of antique blue and white porcelain vases were placed in the box, with a bunch of blooming peonies in the vases, exuding a faint fragrance.

There is a landscape painting hanging on the wall. The picture is fresh and refined, as if it can make people feel the tranquility and peace between mountains and rivers.

In the corner of the box stands an antique mahogany round table, on which is placed a set of tea sets, emitting a faint tea fragrance.

The entire box is filled with traces of time, as if allowing people to travel through time and feel the elegance and charm of ancient times.

"Director Hua, Director Xiao, please take a seat. Bring us the tea." Yang Qin shouted.

"What would you two like to eat?" After they sat down, Yang Qin asked while closing his notebook.

"You decide on the arrangements. There are only two of us, so it'll be enough for us to eat." Hua Chengyu didn't have the habit of ordering food before.

"Let me do it. A roast duck, four stir-fried dishes, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, plus a bottle of Maotai. Can you tell me how much it costs?" Director Xiao rolled his eyes at Hua Chengyu. He was such a rich young master. How could he let others arrange the meals for him?

Yang Qin calculated that a pot of tea cost 2 cents, a roast duck cost yuan, two meat dishes cost yuan, a vegetarian stir-fry cost yuan, and a bottle of Maotai cost yuan.

"You two, the total is eleven dollars and ninety-seven cents for five kilograms of tickets. Who can pay?" After calculating, Manager Yang looked at Hua Chengyu and Xiao Tianci. This meal consumed a month's worth of food for two adults. What kind of family is this? How dare they eat like this?

"I'll do it!" Hua Chengyu counted the money and handed it to Yang Qin. Yang Qin left the box and closed the door.

"Brother, come and have some tea!" Hua Chengyu took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for Xiao Tianci, then sat down.

"Tell me, brother. I know you have something to ask me for dinner today." Xiao Tianci said with a smile.

"Let's eat first, and then we'll talk after that." Hua Chengyu picked up the tea and took a sip.

"If you don't tell me, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat in peace!" Xiao Tianci said with a smile: "Go ahead, but if you don't poke a hole in the sky, I, as your brother, will definitely help you out."

"Then thank you, brother!" Hua Chengyu bowed.

"You're welcome. We lived in a cave together in the Northwest. I took care of you when you were little. Now you've grown up and started working." Xiao Tianci sighed.

"Yes, I miss that time very much. How about we find some time to go back and have a look?" Hua Chengyu nodded.

The original owner was born in 1942, which was the most difficult time for the whole country. People often did not have enough food. He became a little more sensible and witnessed many passionate years with his mother.

It can be said that the original owner had suffered since childhood.

Although he has a dream of music in his heart, his ideal is to build the country and make it stronger. There is a difference between dreams and ideals. Dreams can only be thought of in dreams, but ideals require a hundred times more effort.

Therefore, after graduating from high school, he chose the mechanical engineering major at Peking University without hesitation.

Originally, he wanted to apply to Harbin Institute of Technology, but unfortunately his parents did not agree. His eldest brother and second brother both went to difficult places, and his second sister even disappeared mysteriously after marrying far away in the northwest.

In the old city, only he and his third sister could go back home from time to time.

"If you want to go, you go. I don't want to go back!" Director Xiao didn't want to go back to suffer. He joined the army at the age of 13 and fought in battles for many years.

He participated in three of the four great wars, and only in the war between North and South Korea did he truly experience the hardships. He heard that in the early days of our army, when crossing the snow-capped mountains, they had only a handful of fried noodles and a handful of snow.

But in South Korea, he once led a battalion deep into enemy territory and was surrounded by a division of enemies. His superiors ordered them to hold their ground and wait for reinforcements.

It was winter, with the temperature below minus ten degrees Celsius. They held out for five days, and in the last two days, they relied on snow to fill their stomachs.

It was even more difficult than crossing the snow mountains.

After that war, he suffered from a lifelong illness that could not be cured. After the war, he could have been promoted to deputy division commander, but he chose to retire.

He was assigned to work as deputy director of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, but his administrative level was 12th.

As soon as their director retires, he can become a member of the leadership team of the steel mill. In addition, he also serves as the deputy director of the district public security bureau.

He doesn't usually go there except when he's attending meetings.

It’s not because of anything else. The public security department of this era is not as powerful as the security department. How can the public security department, with just a few broken guns, compare with the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill with infantry guns?

Hua Chengyu placed his hands on the table, made a bowing gesture with his left and right hands, and kept tapping his left hand with his right hand. He was thinking about how to tell Brother Xiao.

"What are you thinking about?" Director Xiao looked at Hua Chengyu without saying a word and waved his hand in front of him.

"Brother, have you heard of Baihua Hutong in Xicheng District?" Hua Chengyu asked Xiao Tianci.

Xiao Tianci: "Everyone in the city knows this, right? What does this person want to say?"

Flower Idiom: "What is the origin of the pigeon market in Baihua Hutong, Xicheng District?"

Xiao Tianci's expression changed slightly: "Brother, why do you think of asking this?"

Flower Idiom: "Just a little curious."

Xiao Tianci: "Brother, have you heard of the old Chaofeng?"

Hua Chengyu was shocked: "The Antique Bureau? Brother Tian, ​​you also traveled through time?"

Xiao Tianci gave Hua Chengyu a reproachful look: "What antique bureau, what time travel, brother, I'm drunk before I even drink? The ancient and mysterious term "Lao Chaofeng" can be traced back to the Han Dynasty. It was originally a title for court officials. Later generations used it to refer to shop owners, wealthy businessmen with status, and pawnshop owners. It is a respectful title."

"Those who can be called Chaofeng are not ordinary people."

"Later, starting from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the ranks of officials, farmers, merchants and artisans were changed, and merchants were ranked last in social status until the end of the Ming Dynasty, when some great families controlled business and the court behind the scenes. These people were called Lao Chaofeng!"

"After the Republic of China, some of these old Chaofeng became presidents of local chambers of commerce, while others continued to hide."

"After the public-sector merger, the old Chaofeng reappeared. The pigeon market in Baihua Hutong in Xicheng District that you just mentioned was opened by the old Chaofeng."

After saying that, Xiao Tianci took a sip of tea and said, "As for whether this old Chaofeng is a person or an organization, we haven't found out yet."

"You haven't found anything yet?" Hua Chengyu was shocked.

Xiao Tianci shook his head: "Well, we only know that most of the deputy managers of the pigeon markets in Baihua Hutong, Xicheng District, are related to Lao Chaofeng."

"The backend of these stores is complicated and difficult to move, and we can't move them for the time being."

Flower Idiom: "No clue at all?"

Xiao Tianci looked at Hua Chengyu in confusion: "Brother, why do you care so much about this?"

Hua Chengyu shook his head: "Some people in our compound have sold roses at the pigeon market in Baihua Hutong, and some have bought grain there. I heard that it was fairly cheap."

Xiao Tianci's expression changed slightly: "Brother, when did it happen?"

Hua Chengyu thought for a moment and said, "From 59 to 61, twice a year, a total of six times, all of which were low-priced grain."