59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

It took Chen Feng an hour and a half to pick out what he wanted after following Su Mei to the library.

It has to be said that even though Shichahai Sports School is not a cultural education school, the level of its library collection is comparable to that of the Red Star Affiliated School Library!

If Chen Feng were to search for valuable books in the library of the Red Star Affiliated School, he would only pick one out of a hundred.

Then the Shichahai Sports School is one in ten.

After selecting hundreds of books, he chose again, choosing his favorite handwritten book with the best calligraphy and a certain reputation.

Yes, a handwritten copy, not a printed copy!

“Just these ten!”

Su Mei smiled and nodded. She had just taken the "results" to see the principal, received praise from the principal, and then went to the cafeteria to deliver them and had lunch.

I thought Chen Feng would have finished picking by the time I got back.

I didn't expect that after he arrived, he was still slowly choosing.

After she finished reading several sets of newspapers and flipped through a few copies of "People's Literature" magazine, Chen Feng was still slowly choosing.

Fortunately, I finally finished choosing.

A donation approval form was written based on the titles of the books, clearly stating that these ten books were gifts for Chen Li, who won first place in the cram school.

"If you are free, you can follow me to the Education Bureau next time when I go to pick up the books."

Chen Feng was somewhat tempted and asked, "Is this still available?"

God knows how many good books were missed by the senior history experts of the Military Control Commission!

Before, Chen Feng looked down on these experts.

Now I feel like the frog sitting in the well. Others are experts with decades of professional experience who read thousands of books a day. How could they not know the value of books?

The problem is there is too much of a good thing!

Museums all have a limited number of collections, and the resources they have access to are limited, so they can only prioritize protecting those with higher value.

Book collections of the next level can only be stored in education bureaus and university libraries.

In a word, there is no way, we are too poor!

Su Mei put the remaining books into a box and said, "The warehouse manager doesn't care who I bring with me, as long as I get enough books."

"Okay, Director Su, if you want to pick up the books, remember to notify me so that I can pick out some more books that I like."

Chen Feng didn't think she was a fool, and she was not a fool either.

Those who can now work in higher education institutions basically have graduated from high-level education.

Just having knowledge does not mean having foresight.

Sijiu City has a large number of collections of books from the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. The best books have been placed in major museums, and the rest are in the hands of some school professors and private collectors.

The current value of those that can be distributed by the Education Bureau is not high.

After picking out the things from the library, Chen Feng drove his motorcycle towards the gate.

When passing by Zheng Erniu's restaurant, Zheng Erniu called him.

"Chen Feng, when are you going up the mountain? Professor Cao from the Academy of Drama wants us to provide some meat. He wants to entertain a friend who is coming back from the south in three days."

Chen Feng smiled and said, "I have a wild duck right now, but can you keep it for three days?"

Zheng Erniu said helplessly: "This autumn heat wave is too strong. I don't have an ice cellar or ice storage here, so I can't store it for three days. But if you sell it to me, I can sell it to other customers."

Chen Feng picked up the bag in the truck bed and threw the wild duck that he had originally intended to sell to him.

"Even if it's three dollars, you can leave it to my sister. When she needs something to eat when she goes to and from school, she can just deduct it from the money."

Zheng Erniu was stunned and asked, "Didn't your sister say that she had finished her studies and could go home?"

"She told me that she would never come to my house to eat again because the food was not as good as what you cooked."

"Hey, they signed up again!"

When Chen Feng thought of the proud expressions on Chen Li and Zheng Erniu's faces when they announced that they had finished reading, he felt like laughing.

The little girl announced it too early!

"When she's hungry in the future, she'll definitely come to your house to eat."

"But, Lao Zheng, I'm not criticizing you. Your food should be improved. For example, the steamed buns you make are hard and taste bad. Not to mention fermenting them, at least put some cabbage leaves in them!"

"Zhu Zhu told me that the steamed buns from your house made her cheeks hurt."

Zheng Erniu couldn't stand others saying that the food in his restaurant was not good, but Chen Feng was a supplier and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only complain: "With cabbage in it, it's a vegetable bun, not a steamed bun!"

“How much are cabbage leaves worth?”

"I only make 10% of the profit, and I have to guarantee the salaries of several of us. If I have to pay more, our store will be selling at a loss. Over time, the deficit will be too big, and the catering company may even cancel our positions."

Uh, forgot about that!

Chen Feng suddenly realized!

Today’s catering industry is not the highly profitable industry of later generations. The net profit can reach 50% or even higher!

Today's state-owned restaurants, especially small ones, have very low profits, and even the price of each dish is fixed by the head office.

It is indeed not easy to pay several employees with a meager profit!

Chen Feng looked at the rooftop terrace of the restaurant and suggested: "You can grow some cabbage and leeks on the terrace, so you don't have to buy raw materials."

"Besides, if you sell vegetable buns at the price of steamed buns, and a lot of people buy them, even if the profit is small, it will add up and maybe improve your performance."

"You're not very busy anyway, so grow some vegetables to subsidize the store. Maybe you'll even be listed as a role model by the head office!"

Zheng Erniu's heart beat fast and he came out to look at the terrace on the second floor.

The restaurant was converted from a three-story small villa. The first floor is the kitchen and dining area, the second floor is the warehouse and office, and the third floor attic is the dormitory.

There is a three-meter-long and one-meter-wide terrace on the second floor facing the street. It used to be a place for the owner to dry clothes and grow flowers and plants, but now it is used to dry fish.

"That's fine, hehe, it can save a lot of money on food."

Zheng Erniu stretched his neck to look at the truck bed and said, "You still have something in your bag, right? Give me some more. The professors and students at the drama academy love to eat meat."

As he spoke, he took out a plaque and hung it on the wall above the cash register at the door.

"There is meat today"!

No need to write first come first served!

Whether it is teachers in a sports school or teachers and students in a drama academy, the income level is not low.

Yes, students at the drama academy also have extra income. They receive allowances for performing outside. Although the amount allocated to each individual is not much (it is quite low compared to workers), everyone can still have a nice dinner together.

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "It contains fruits and vegetables, not meat."

"You'd better sell this wild duck first."

When Zheng Erniu mentioned the wild duck, he was quite satisfied and thought it was worth the three dollars.

A whole roast duck at Quanjude is only seven or eight yuan, but this wild duck is obviously too fat, weighing more than one pound, almost 60% to 70% of the weight of a meat duck.