"Ha, hey, hi!"

Mr. Mak didn't know how to greet this nephew, who was a driver for his father, and he hummed for a moment before he said a decent word about going down the steps.

"Look at the time, it's just right, let's go in."

He meant to go in with Mr. Meng and the nephew of the coachman.

As a result, his old friend Mr. Meng didn't care, he waved his hand directly at his son, our field can be dispersed at about half past two, you go to the street first, and come to pick me up at half past two.

Mr. Meng's eldest son nodded directly in agreement, pulled the caravan and ran away decently.

They stood at the door for half a minute, and other guests came one after another, most of them in green caravans, only to hear the messenger who answered at the door say:

"Please go to the west corner gate, and there is a special wine and food to entertain."

Mr. Meng stomped his foot in remorse.

"The coachman even gave a meal to eat, what a loss!"

His son had run so fast that he was gone. Mr. Mak had no choice but to comfort his old friend by saying:

"Then you are better than me, I bought a car, and I had to keep it at home and spend another part of the rickshaw money."

Since someone has not calculated compared to himself, Mr. Meng is a little more comfortable. They walked through the door together, and met the rest of their old friends and colleagues. They were led by the messenger to find a table and sit down, and everyone had a fixed arrangement.

However, it turned out that Mr. Mak's department was the government's Ministry of Culture. This banquet was a cultural meeting held by his superior, a certain deputy director. Cultural people gather together to eat, drink, and talk together.

There are five banquet halls, spacious and spacious. In addition, the second floor is also a platform, a semi-open structure. There were more than 100 people at the meeting.

Most of Mr. Mak's circle of friends are on the periphery of the first floor, and they belong to the petty bourgeois literati. In the middle of the first floor, Mr. Mak's bosses and colleagues belong to the middle class. The one who can go up to the second floor is the proprietor today. His boss's boss is at the level of his boss. It was the class of the family and even the powerful.

People from two higher classes came to hold the cultural meeting, but they also called them over, mainly to expand the influence of the cultural society. It seems to be more lively, and if there is any good story, there will be more applause.

There is a difference of two classes, and Mr. Mai can't squeeze in. If you can rush up and say a few words, even if it is to act as a slice, a helper, a cleaner and the like. It can also be a great honor, and it will be a great benefit for future development.

In this era of the Republic of China, in fact, the solidification of classes is also very strict, and different classes have different circles. If the previous grade is willing to fold and hand it in, it will naturally be a great joy. If the next class of people wants to climb hard, it will be half the effort.

It has perished, the Manchus are a thousand bad, ten thousand are bad. There is always a imperial examination system, and no one knows about it for ten years. In one fell swoop, it was heard all over the world.

In this era of the Republic of China, most of them relied on the recommendation of relatives and friends and nepotism. The literati class, breaking through the class restrictions, the chance of the rise of the poor family is very slim.

Of course, Mr. Mai's first-class characters are actually talented and learned, if they are really talented, then it is another way to say.

Generally speaking, there are still more opportunities to be a martial artist in the Republic of China, even if you don't recognize the big characters, like a ruffian, once you pull up the team of guns and horses, the myth of the general and the king is also very likely to be staged.

The literati government, hastily organized by the literati, although itself would have great respect for the literati, had very little control over the society as a whole. It is understandable that Mr. Mai is not well paid at the lower levels of the system.

Today, Mr. Mai and Mr. Meng were sitting around the table, and everyone's interest was very high. The first is that no matter what the truth is, when they go out of this door, they can publicize it to the outside world, and today our director called me to drink, and then how to snap and bang.

In addition, today's reception can also be regarded as very rich.

Four cold, four hot, four dried fruits, the wine is Shaoxing's flower carving, another one came up during the banquet, everyone drank the beautiful and nourishing, said something they loved the things in this cup, but soon added a carved heavy glass bottle of foreign wine, three-star brandy.

The colleagues, who were still greedy for flower carving, immediately diverted their interest. This kind of Shaoxing flower carving is one dime and two catties. The three-star brandy is four dollars a bottle, and the price difference of more than 30 times alone makes them lose their judgment on taste.

At that moment, a few people divided the bottle of foreign wine very evenly. This table of petty bourgeois literati, who smoke on weekdays, is a brand of Pinhai and a bandit. Now the table is serving cigarettes of large and small white tin packets, which is also ten times the difference, so these people, it is simply swallowing clouds and spitting fog, happy as a fairy.

At this moment, the elite on the second floor are also commenting on current affairs, hiding characters, and listening vaguely, because the classics of Chinese medicine are all written in classical Chinese, and the words and sentences are difficult to understand. Therefore, a young person who is inspired to learn Chinese medicine should worship a cultural master who is proficient in Chinese culture as a teacher.

None of this has anything to do with them. Who knew that all of a sudden, two young people came down from the second floor, first went to the middle table to find a recommendation from one of their bosses, and then the boss took the young man directly to Mr. Mai's table.

The people at this table were also very flattered, and hurriedly stood up to tidy up their clothes and bow their hands.

The boss didn't care about others, but only introduced Mr. Meng and Mr. Mai to him:

"These two young masters are interested in traditional Chinese medicine, and now they have met a lot of famous teachers, and they have to take a "prescription drug qualification certificate", it is said that the two of them have taken the exam before, and they can learn from each other."

The two young men toasted them with a tall glass of wine in their hands, and said something to ask for their attention.

Mr. Mai and Mr. Meng, in a panic, also learned to grab the tall glass, but the cup was empty, and there was not a drop left after drinking it a long time ago.

The boss also found out, thought the two of them were too funny, and went on the stage, and ordered:

"Pour wine, pour wine."

That bottle of wine has already been drunk, where to find it for a while? Fortunately, the people who sat in the same seat were also improvised, uninformal, and poured them full of flower carvings.

A few people have eaten a toast, and they are considered to know each other. I was invited by two young people to go up to the second floor and talk about the exam in detail. Mr. Mak's boss also accompanied him to the corner of the second floor, looked up, and finally did not follow him, considering that the powerful were pressing.

In every stable and stable society, the petty literati class is always a little higher than the working class. When Mr. Mai lamented that the level of workers had caught up with them. The ceiling from which their profession had risen cracked with a thud, revealing an upward staircase.

…… (To be continued.) )