Zhang Fu said: "Go and ask, do you still want to report the Beijing Hotel here?"

Aunt Ji said: "He said that he would reimburse the car travel expenses and accommodation, didn't the Beijing Hotel also come out to live with us?"

Xiao Huang blocked a taxi, and four people got into the car. "Kure Palace Hotel. ”

In fact, the bus is on the edge of the square, from the railway station to Fujian Middle Road, there is a station on the edge of Wu Palace, but the four people are all in the dark, no one knows.

In this era, the night of Shanghai is dazzling, with all kinds of lights, dazzling shops, legendary bars, cafes full of foreigners, and fragrant fried buns, all of which make the 'native hats' from all over the country unexpected.

At this time, Pudong has already had preliminary development, but in the eyes of Puxi people, it is still rural, let alone from other provinces.

Open the room, eat, sleep.

Zhang Fu didn't know what time he fell asleep, but he still woke up at dawn in the morning.

After washing up with excitement and infinite longing, Zhang Fu looked at the time, there were still three hours before the time of the investment conference.

He walked around the house a few times, but he had nothing to do, he wanted to wake up his mother and think about it, he didn't dare, he opened the window and lay on the windowsill to look outside, imagining his future situation, and suddenly a kind of pride rose from his chest, and even the hundred-meter-high building opposite became ordinary in his eyes.

"Peng, Peng, Peng. Xiaofu, Xiaofu?"

After the eldest mother's knock on the door woke Zhang Fu up, he found that he had fallen asleep by the windowsill unconsciously. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he ran over and opened the door.

"Are you up or haven't you slept?" or are you asleep?" asked Aunt Ji looking at Zhang Fu who ran into the bathroom to wash his face.

"I woke up early, and I was confused again. Zhang Fu was a little embarrassed.

"Wash quickly, and go down to eat when you're done. It's just the right time to come up after eating. I just looked at it, and it's not as lively as you said. "Aunt Jijia is a little worried.

Zhang Fu said: "People must be indispensable, just watch." ”

The step-aunt said, "Then why haven't you seen one this morning?"

Zhang Fu said: "Don't live here, this night is so expensive, how many people are willing to give it? ”

Aunt Ji shook her head: "If you can't even live here for one night, what can that person do? Open a commissary? According to what you said, once you get a province, what kind of franchise fee do you have to pay, and then put on the goods to publicize, no tens of millions and eighty thousand can do?"

Zhang Fu said: "People don't have to be like you? This is not this hotel, so where to stay." ”

Aunt Ji said: "The meeting is here, who can deliberately find trouble to live somewhere else? It's really like you said that such a good project, such a big deal, doesn't it have to be a big boss? Anyway, I feel that there is no bottom." ”

Zhang Fu said: "The people of Huanxing only arrived today, so you have to come in advance? If you come, you won't have anything else? ”

The two of them were talking, Zhang Fu wiped his face, came out of the room together, met Xiao Lao and Xiao Huang, and went outside to find something to eat on the street.

This is the old city, the streets are very narrow, the houses are very dilapidated, and Nanjing Road, which is just across the road, does not look like a city at all. The roadside is a privately built two-story and three-story building, with messy wires, peeling walls, and old doors and windows.

The side facing the street has all been changed into stores, which is messy, and the signs are all kinds of strange and large, and the whole street gives people a messy and dirty feeling.

There are bamboo poles on their heads, quilts, clothes and bed sheets are drying, there are a lot of people, they are in a hurry, and the vehicles are slowly driving by with their horns. There are a lot of bicycles, crowded with passers-by, and the sound of wah-la-wah is noisy, and I can't understand a word.

There are many breakfast shops, and the crowd crowds at the window to buy, sauce meat buns, fried buns, buy a few and eat them while walking, and the fragrance and steam waft through the streets. There is an alley in the middle of the store, which is narrow, and if you look into the black hole, you will find ordinary local people.

Aunt Ji looked left and right, a little uncomfortable with this environment, and said, "Just eat this bun, okay?"

Zhang Fu nodded: "Whatever, you can eat whatever you want." ”

A few people walked to a fried shop at a street intersection.

This store is the largest in sight, and there are tables and chairs inside for dine-in.

The desks and chairs inside are lined up like elementary school classrooms, with a back aisle on the left and right. There are not many people eating in the store.

The four of them casually found a table that looked clean and sat down, waited for a while, no one came to serve, Xiao Huang pulled a clerk who walked by: "Eat." ”

The eldest sister looked at the four people with contempt, raised her hand and compared: "Pay the money to buy the ticket." "The accent is thick, but I understand it.

It turned out that this place was similar to the previous state-run restaurant in the Northeast, and the waiters did not serve, so they had to pay for tickets and bring things to eat by themselves.

Xiao Huang got up, went to buy four cages of fried four bowls of wontons, and then went to the frying pan on the side of the street and waited. The frying pan is a separate room, two windows, one facing the street and the other side is in the store, there is a queue on the street, and there are few people in the store.

The fried bun master was expressionless, and he didn't pay attention to what the people inside and outside the store said, as if he couldn't hear it, but he was just busy with his own business.

After waiting for a while, the wontons were almost finished, and the fried buns of the four people were counted out of the pot.

However, the ravioli and fried taste okay.

After eating, I came out and looked at the time, it was already more than 8:40, and more than ten minutes before the meeting at 9 o'clock, and the four of them went back to the hotel.

The meeting is on the third floor.

As soon as the elevator came out of the transfer hall, the door of the conference room had been opened, and several young men and women were busy setting up the venue. The banner had been pulled up, the projection was already playing, and the laptop was on the first row of tables, with a handful of leaflets on the side.

In one corner of the wall is a bicycle, and on the shelf there is a small box, surrounded by advertising posters for cooking calcium.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the venue, all wearing coats around their necks, and some were still yawning.

Zhang Fu excitedly pulled his step-aunt and walked in, looking at everything in the house excitedly.

The people in the room glanced over this side and went their own way, and no one talked.

Zhang Fuxing rushed forward, was pulled by the step-aunt, glared at him, and casually found a place to sit down.

Zhang Fu was like a thorn in his buttocks, he couldn't sit still, shaking his head to look east and west, observing those who came to the meeting, always trying to find someone to talk to.

One after another, people came in, and when it was close to nine o'clock, there were about thirty or forty people sitting in the room.

However, Aunt Ji was a little disappointed, looking at the past, few people looked like they were rich.

In this era, it is very simple to distinguish whether a person is rich or not, and there is a big difference in dress, speech and demeanor, which cannot be pretended. Unlike later generations, there are many materials to the surplus, information explosion, and the true and the false are mixed together.

Zhang Fu finally found a chance to talk to someone, and sat next to a middle-aged man in a black tweed coat, with a small plaid scarf tucked into the collar.

"You're here to join too?" Zhang Fu asked.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zhang Fu, and smiled politely: "Look, I don't understand yet." ”