In front of the Yanhuang Longfu store, there was a long queue at each one.

In China and around the world, all the shops with the Yanhuang sign look too tall.

Generally, in front of Yanhuang Restaurant, there are two big stone lions.

This itself was the décor of the first Yanhuang when it opened, but it has since been extended around the world.

Wushan didn't pay attention to it at first, but later found out that no matter what store Yanhuang was, there were stone lions outside.

Nowadays, when you see Shishi and Datongmen on the street, it must be Yanhuang's shop.

"Miss, I'm going to buy that kind of dress with red flowers on a black background." An old lady was quite excited when she saw that it was finally her turn: "How much?" ”

"By the way, the safflower is not very red," the old man opened his handkerchief, which was wrapped in a wool ticket and a block ticket: "The button should be a cloth button." “

"Is that what you're talking about?" The waiter took out a satin dragon suit.

There are indeed small saffron flowers on it, but they are crimson in color.

"No, girl." The old lady is not highly educated and does not know how to express it.

She made a gesture: "That safflower looks very bright, but it's not like this, you don't look good." “

The old man's words made the waiter's face a little unpleasant.

"Tell me, what kind of broken flower is this?" The old lady didn't know that her words had hurt someone, and she was still there gushing: "Mine is a kind of one that blooms big and big, like a peony flower." “

"Big sister, you're talking about peonies, right?" A woman next to her accosted: "The kind of Oujiang merchants sell, they seem to print in the factories in the Jinling area." “

"It's not. It seems to be Shen Jiang," the other woman looked very pretentious, and at first glance she was a knowledgeable person: "It's the Yi family's whole factory." “

"You don't even know about the Yi family?" She looked disdainful: "Comrade Yi Ren, you should always know how to fight?" Their family started as a weaver. This time. It's even more prosperous. “

"Yes, yes," the old lady looked excited: "It's what kind of Danhua you said, people told me, I didn't remember it." It's a bit expensive, a piece of clothing costs five yuan. “

Speaking of this, the people around him were silent.

Seeing the patched clothes worn by the old lady, the family situation is not necessarily good.

The Chinese tradition of three years of new and old three years of sewing and mending for another three years. In this era, it has gradually been forgotten by many people.

Of course, thinking that the old lady is sixty or seventy years old, it is normal to adhere to the habit of hard and simple.

"Big sister. You better go and buy it where you look. The cadre-like woman pointed outside: "The hot yellow things are much more expensive than those in ordinary stores." “

"Besides, there's really nothing like you said here." She shook her head: "It should be the one called Xueli Hong, they have a complete range of colors." “

"Is it expensive?" The old lady's eyes widened in surprise: "I don't see anything good either." “

The waiter couldn't help it. I went over and pulled the old lady's hand with a little strength: "Come." Auntie, I'll help you out. “

"I don't want you to help," the old man stubbornly flicked his sleeves: "Don't you all say that Yanhuang's things are the best?" “

The store fell silent for a moment, and a few customers who were choosing clothes looked left and right and walked out.

Only the waiter and the tally clerk looked in the direction of the old lady's departure with a gloomy face.

Yanhuang Restaurant, which is still full of people, is still the first choice in people's minds.

"Hey. Waiter! In a luxurious private room, the nouveau riche invited the guest to shout to the little girl next to him, "Let's have some side dishes." “

"Sir. What do you mean by side dishes? The waiter didn't react for a while, a little confused.

"You don't know the side dishes?" The man stiffened his huge belly: "The side dishes are mustard gnocchi, soybean sprouts, tofu skin, anything!" “

"Oh!" Although the waiter didn't quite understand the Northeast dialect, he guessed: "You said pickles, right?" “

"Pickles?" The man scratched his bald head: "Is it called pickles here?" Then pickles! “

"Mr. Huang, this dish is hearty enough!" A guest next to him didn't know what to say: "Let's just eat well, don't waste it." “

"Waste?" Another guest laughed: "Yan Huang people won't let you waste it, unless you say how good you can eat, and you will be asked to consider it when you order." “

"That's right," a man in a red shirt owed: "The waiter here is really not for the commission." Last time we ordered more food and brought the lobby manager over. “

"What is this for?" Mr. Huang stared: "Let's spend our own money to buy their things, isn't it that the more we buy, the more money they make?" “

"Xiao Huang," one of the eldest took off his shirt outside, leaving only a vest: "It's not big brother, I'm talking about you." “

"Yan Huang, as a representative of our Chinese businessmen, has done nothing wrong in this matter." He wasn't really old, in his fifties.

However, the person was so fat that it was difficult to sit there and get up, and his belly was directly on the edge of the dining table.

When he spoke, he kept panting, and his sentence was divided into several paragraphs.

"Huang, if you think about it, the total amount of grain, vegetables and resources in China is certain." His fat belly trembled.

It's a little funny, like Wang Jing's father, Wang Tianlin.

"Since we've wasted some here, there's no such thing as this part. And in society, although a few people get rich first, there are still ordinary people who can't eat. “

"How nice it would be if we divided what we saved equally among those who couldn't eat?"

He himself wanted to sit up and gesture on the table with the chopsticks in his hand.

The belly pressed against the edge of the dining table, a little strained, and the sound of snorting filled the room.

Standing up next to him, a strong man in a light gray short-sleeved shirt moved the big brother's stool backwards.

"Brother Xiang, you're right." The nouveau riche had a puzzled face: "Those who are hungry, what do we care?" “

"Sir, the pickles you wanted." There was a knock on the door. A young man handed the tray to the waiter at the door and turned to leave.

"This? I? Mr. Huang was a little speechless, and his hand pointed in the tray.

"There's no charge for that." The waiter patiently explained: "Because I am afraid that some guests will not like it, there are not many pickles that we deliver to the table every time." “

"It's not!" Mr. Huang finally relented: "I mean the pickles in your mouth are the same thing as I imagined." “

"Pickles are the same thing," the waiter put on false eyelashes and blinked twice: "Didn't you say you wanted it just now?" “

"I mean side dishes!" Mr. Huang has a scar on his forehead, faintly showing signs of anger, and that scar looks even more hideous.

"Don't you know what a side dish is?" This guy doesn't look vulgar on the surface, but he doesn't get angry at all: "Like some kind of pig ears shooting cucumbers or something." Didn't you? “

"Sir, you have all these things in cold dishes." The waiter suddenly realized: "We call it cold dishes here." It's not called a side dish. “

"Huh? Good! Mr. Huang responded repeatedly, holding the recipe upside down in his hand and looking at it over and over again.

"Sir, the cold dishes are here, can I show them to you?" The waiter was silent. Ready to pick up the recipe.

"No, I don't." Mr. Huang waved his hand domineeringly: "Isn't there a picture on it?" I'll take a look. “

"The third child!" A red shirt asked the person next to him softly, "Where did you find this bastard?" Rub, it doesn't seem to have any culture. “

"Whatever," the third child glanced at him: "This kid can take out the money, it's real money." “

"Bang!" Mr. Huang threw the recipe on the table: "What Yan Huang?" There were no two side dishes, and they were said to be cold dishes. Where's the cold dish I want? No! “

"What do you want, sir?" The waiter was impatient: "You say the name of the dish, we will add it to you." “

"Okay," Mr. Huang was still angry: "Dip the pickles." That's a cold dish, right? Let's also have a cold salad. I like to eat these two, and you can order the rest of the brothers. “

"Sir. Not really! The waiter looked a little helpless.

"Didn't Yan Huang say that it gathered the essence of traditional Chinese cuisine?" Mr. Huang's face was bruised: "Is it bullying that I have never eaten a bully?" “

Yanhuang Advertising has long become the world's largest advertising company.

"Manager Cui, a customer has come to the door," the secretary knocked on the door and walked straight in: "He said that he wanted you to advertise on the street sign." “

The fat man who was playing with cards on the table put away the poker with him: "Let him in, Xiao Xu." “

As he spoke, he raised his wrist and looked at Shanshan's watch: "It's only ten minutes to sue sù people." “

"What's your last name?" Waiting for the guests to sit down, Manager Cui walked to the side of the coffee table with a cup of tea and asked condescendingly.

"Hello, my name is Sha Weimin." The boss who came in was a little thankful and wiped the beads of sweat on his bald head: "I want to take down the street sign advertisement on the side of the highway from the ancient city to Yulin." “

"You want to take it too?" Manager Cui glanced at him and sat down: "Then do you want to take all or part of it?" What size to make? “

"Since you want to take it, you need it all," Sha Weimin looked like I was a rich man: "500,000 a year." “

"500,000?" Manager Cui, who had seen a large-scale bidding, was also shocked: "Is this good, you add another 100,000, and the brands can be seen everywhere throughout the year." “

Don't look at Sha Weimin's outfit like an old farmer, he is shrewd when he talks about the price.

"You're Manager Cui, right?" He held the water cup that the secretary had just changed the tea leaves, and blew a few tea leaves floating in his mouth: "500,000 is a lot!" “

"That's not going to work!" Compared with Manager Cui, the action of drinking tea is more elegant: "This is the lowest price." “

"Well, I'll add another 50,000 yuan, don't you think it's worth it?" Sha Weimin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Anyway, the rules are all set by you."

The two sides soon negotiated, 600,000 a year, and went home often to see.

As soon as Sha Weimin went out, the secretary who brought him in was a little anxious.

"Manager Cui, I remember that it seems that we have already handed over that section of the road to another company." The secretary walked in: "Isn't this just offending other customers?" ”

"I'll give whoever pays the most money," Manager Cui stared at the secretary's eyes: "Others just paid the deposit, how can it be like the people here, the local tyrants, all to Qi ......"

For a while, a lot of business about this is not done. (To be continued......)