"Didn't cook?"

When Liu Zhen returned to the old villa after get off work, he saw Nan Yi cleaning up his official hat and chairs there.

"Today I will eat the most top-notch and most culturally culinary delicacies in Beijing. I will cook them quickly and I will make them in a while."

"Fried noodles?"

"yes."

"I don't want to eat noodles today. On the way back, I saw a new Sichuan restaurant opened in Wukesong. Why don't I eat it?"

Nan Yi frowned and said, "It's been several miles to Wukesong, don't you think it's troublesome?"

"Go, just take a walk."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll pack these two chairs."

"Where can I change the chair?"

"Trust store, forty-five pieces a pair."

"oh."

Liu Zhen squatted aside and watched Nan Yi clean up his chair there.

Nan Yi carefully wiped the chair with alcohol, then wiped it with a wet towel dipped in water, and then wiped the water stains on the chair with a dry towel.

After cleaning, put the chair aside and wait for the shade to dry.

"Okay, let's go."

"Um."

The two left the yard, walked through Gongzhu's grave, and walked along Fuxing Road. After walking for more than half an hour, they arrived at the back of Wukesong 301 Hospital.

The Sichuan restaurant that Liu Zhen mentioned was on the side of the road, called Tianfu Restaurant. The two walked into the store, but Nanyi didn't see it alone.

"Are you sure you want to eat here?"

It is said that you should go to a restaurant with a large population. Although the ones with a large population may not be delicious, most of the restaurants with a small population may have problems, either it is unpalatable or not affordable.

"I'm tired of walking and don't want to leave anymore, so just eat here."

"Get it done."

There were only five or six tables in the store. Nan Yi picked one and sat down. But after waiting for a while, he didn't see the waiter coming. He knocked on the table, "Waiter, waiter."

"Here, come, how many, what should I eat?" With the slutty voice, a man came over in a slutty voice, "Yeah, aren't you the Nan Batian who weeps willows?"

"Oh, isn't this the king hooligan in the General Courtyard? Are you not dead yet?" Nan Yi looked at another acquaintance of "Nan Yi", the future cultural hooligan Wang Pu.

He was surprised. "Nan Yi" has a good circle, why didn't he make a fortune?

"Grandma, I haven't even died even if your son died. There has been no news about you for several years. What's the point of the day?"

"What else can I do? Let's just mess around, this is your store?"

"Yes, my buddy and a comrade-in-arms run. Our chef is good. Order a few more dishes and give you a harsh discount later."

"Okay, I think you have no customers here, so sit down and have something together later?"

"This is not OK. I'm going to sit down and eat. Why do I have the nerve to collect money? My buddy just opened for a few days, so let me do some business first."

"Hahaha, OK. I'll pick a specialty of you to give me four dishes and one soup. If the taste is good, I will always come and support you in the future."

"Light, come, smoke."

Wang Pu took out a cigarette from his pocket and wanted to disperse one for Nan Yi.

"No need, quit."

"Okay, Nan Batian has become a good person, he will no longer smoke cigarettes, and he will never go to the Eight Great Hutongs again." Wang Pu said as if he was chanting scriptures.

Wang Pu is nicknamed hooligan. As his name is, he has nothing to say.

As for Nan Yi's memory, "Nan Yi" once blocked Wang Luo and blocked him in an alley alone to clean up. "Nan Yi" was also blocked by Wang Luo's naval courtyards. The people were overwhelmed, and the things that were cleaned up were even worse.

Speaking of which, it is also an enemy, but who makes the capital city have a strong cultural flavor? Investigation of fights is also a kind of culture. It is not because of hatred. Investigation of fights is simply to investigate fights, nor is it a fight for any purpose. It simply to fights.

Sometimes they don’t like each other for no reason, come and have a fight.

To put it bluntly, it is just a fool among gangsters, and they don’t want anything, just to be happy, aren’t they just messing around?

So, now Nan Yi and Wang Pu don’t need swords to face each other, and they can still talk and laugh.

The chef was quite quick. After a while, he came with a fish-flavored shredded pork, spicy chicken, Gongbao shrimp, squirrel and mandarin fish. He also made a Maoxuewang, but there was no soup.

"Eat this wine, I'll give you it."

Wang Pu served Nan Yi and the others as a waiter, and brought Nan Yi a bottle of Red Star Erguotou.

"Thank you, let me introduce you to you, Liu Zhen, my girlfriend, isn't Mi."

"Don't be polite, just come often in the future. Liu Zhen, you come often too." Of course, Wang Pu understood what Nan Yi said, meaning that Liu Zhen is his serious girlfriend, not a fool.

Wang Pu said a few words and left, and Nan Yi and Liu Zhen started eating.

"The taste is OK, it tastes a bit like the Emei Restaurant." Liu Zhen said after taking a bite.

"Where is Emei Restaurant now?"

Two years ago, Nanyi saw a sign hanging in front of the Emei Restaurant on Taipingqiao Street, which said that the store was about to be relocated, but did not write where to be moved. Then he asked this question.

"The second floor of Xidan Shopping Mall, I heard that it may be moving again."

"oh."

"Two days ago, I heard from Master Peng Xiuquan that there is a yard in Ya'er Hutong that I have to take action. I went to take a look and the yard was pretty good."

"What, do you want to buy it? What price?"

"The price is quite high, 500,000 yuan. If you can give the US dollar a little cheaper, it's 40,000 yuan."

"The landlord is going abroad?"

"I didn't say it either, but it should be. I heard that there is a son in the country."

"If you really like it, you will keep the price down. The money can be paid directly to his son in the country, and he will save money from being paid out. But, who are you going to be in the name of?" Nan Yi asked meaningfully.

"I have no place to hang up, please find someone."

"As long, then don't come forward, I'll let someone deal with it."

"Okay." Liu Zhen nodded and said, "I think the good courtyard will definitely appreciate in the future. Please prepare some money for me, and I plan to collect more."

"If you want to collect, collect it. There should be more than 20 million Hong Kong dollars in the Far East Trade Account. You can move this money. There are more than 700,000 yuan in the cellar under the bed, and there are more than 1 million in the warehouse in the Nanbu. You can move it if you want to use it."

Nan Yi lowered his voice and said in French: "The Far East trade is public funds. If you move, you have to pay it back. The others are my private money, you can use it casually. I will ask someone to open an account for you at the Bank of South China. After a while, I will deposit 100 million Hong Kong dollars for you. This is your private money."

Nan Yi said it was light, but he didn’t have any money now. There were some RMB and other private money, and his private money was empty.

"Um."

After the two of them finished their business, they changed the topic and talked about some TV movies. Liu Zhenzheng explained the plot of "Old Things in the South of the City" to Nanyi, and a man came over.

"Brother, does it taste OK?"

"It's okay, the taste is quite right, it's comparable to some Emei Restaurants. Ye Pingtuo, is this your business with Wang Luang?" Who can't praise anyone? Nan Yi has never been to Emei Restaurants to eat, and he learns and sells it now.

"Yes, I, Wang Pu, and another buddy, have a partnership. I don't know what's wrong today. There are so few people, and we usually have a lot of people. I'll sue you. You can do more than 300 a day, and you can do five hundred a day on a good day."

"Oh, then you really sent it. Three hundred a day, four thousand five a month, and no fifty thousand a year?"

"What algorithm? Isn't it nine thousand a day, three hundred a day, and one month?"

"Didn't I just calculate the profits for you? Is there any problem with making half of the profit?"

"How could there be so much? It would be great if you could have 30% of the profit."

"All right, I also open a restaurant. I don't know how much profit it is."

"Yeah, I said to Nan Batian, you just told me that you were messing around. When I arrived at Yazi, it turned out to be a restaurant. Do you bring honey to get some money today?"

Wang Pu came over at some point.

"That's right, as soon as you said that this restaurant was opened by you, I knew it was definitely wrong. Look at the material you are doing business, and look at the weights, he looks a bit like doing business."

"Yeah, look at people in the crack of the door, right?" Wang Pu rolled up his sleeves, looking at his posture and wanted to take action.

"Why, you're going to be overturned?"

"Zuozi, I think what Nan Batian said is quite right. You are really not a business man. Look at it yourself and let you see the store for one day, and there is no one there." Ye Qi agreed with Nan Yi's words.

“Hao…”

When Nan Yi and Ye Qi were both criticized at the same time, Wang Pu was also defeated by the temper.

"Nan Batian, where is your store?"

"Qianmen East Street, Broken Golden Tower."

"Wow, that store is quite small. You opened the relationship. I said, last time I went to your store, I heard someone named Boss Nan, is that your brother?"

"It should be right, I can't figure it out. I don't usually go to the store and let my brother take care of it."
To be continued...