Liu Meng nodded, and then prepared to go to the finance department to get the money.

Although it is unhappy, it cannot be reversed.

At this time, Zhuang Xiaosi caught up and said with a smile: "You are going backwards, the finance department is over there, I will take you there, and I will let you see how hot your pork is when I go back."

Zhuang Xiaosi was very excited, and when she saw the farmers who raised that kind of pork, she naturally wanted to have a good chat.

Liu Meng was not interested, and he was cheated for more than 1,000 yuan, and no one would be happy.

Zhuang Xiaosi was very enthusiastic, took Liu Meng to the finance department to get the money, and enthusiastically dragged Liu Meng to the post-80s memory floor.

"Look, these are all here for your black pork, our business was okay before, but it can be so popular because of your black pork." Zhuang Xiaosi stared at these guests.

Liu Meng's eyes changed slightly, the style here is actually like this, no wonder it is called the memory of the post-80s.

Although he is not a post-80s generation, he can be regarded as a post-80s generation.

There are a lot of toys on the wall, all from childhood.

For example, the Saint Seiya figure, big bubble gum, set cards......

Many, many are memories from childhood, and the post-80s and 90s are not too far away, and the memories of childhood are similar.

The people who come here to eat are also dressed strangely, wearing patched clothes, wearing old-fashioned sweaters, and actually wearing school uniforms.

Liu Meng saw that there were all kinds of clothes on a table, almost all of which were memories of childhood.

It seems that you can wear it, like going back to your childhood.

Looking at the table here, it is also familiar.

Very old-fashioned tables, and even stone stoves with iron nets.

Roast the meat on top.

Liu Meng was amazed, no wonder this place is called historical memory, and this area is called post-80s memory.

But the consumption here should not be low.

"Well, this place will make people go back to their childhood, back to their childhood, this is called special." Zhuang Xiaosi looked a little surprised, this little guy didn't seem to be very happy.

"It's really good, so that people can forget their troubles and go back to their childhood." Liu Meng also had to admire.

Nowadays, the post-80s and post-90s generations are the main consumer force, and there is indeed a market for such characteristic hotels.

The pressure of reality is so great, coming here, going back to childhood, those memories, those pictures are so clear.

Being able to eat, being able to relax, and having enough to have a market.

"Let me tell you, we didn't have so many people here, but a few days ago, many of your pork guests came back after eating it once, and it was very fragrant."

"I've been looking forward to your pork coming early these days, these people are about to kill me, now it's okay." Zhuang Xiaosi stared at the waiter who had already delivered Liu Meng's pork.

Some of the pork here is grilled, and it is served directly on a plate.

Liu Meng smiled and said, "It's really good." ”

After reading this, he also had a bottom in his heart, and his pork was not worried about not being able to sell.

"Thank you for bringing me up, it's time for me to go." Liu Meng turned around and left, maybe he won't come again in the future.

At the elevator door, Liu Meng was still very unhappy, he was cheated a sum of money, who was happy.

And just now he calculated that he spent a lot of money to buy black pigs from other farms.

On the whole, although he didn't lose money, he made an unusually small amount, and it was very good to have a hundred and eighty.

Just when Liu Meng was depressed and condemned the black heart of historical memory, the elevator door suddenly opened, and a familiar face appeared inside.

Lin Anruo's father, Lin Zhihe.

Lin Zhihe was stunned for a moment, then stared at Liu Meng with a slightly angry face and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

Lin Zhihe knows very well, how can Liu Meng, a vegetable seller, come here to consume, there are thousands of yuan here, can he afford to eat?

Even if they could afford it, such farmers would not be willing to come here to eat.

Liu Meng was also stunned, how could Lin Zhihe appear here?

"Boy, what about you, what are you doing here, An Ruo brought you here?" Lin Zhihe said angrily.

Liu Meng was puzzled, An Ruo brought him? Why did Lin Zhihe ask that?

"Boy, you really don't have any cheekiness, I have already warned you, stay away from An Ruo, she just pitied you and sympathized with you, do you think you can covet my Lin family's property?" Lin Zhihe's face was full of anger, this kid warned him only a few days ago, but he didn't expect that he really came to historical memory.

Liu Meng was a little strange, this Lin Zhihe was quite prejudiced against him.

"I'm just doing some business with here, so let's go." Liu Meng held back his anger, although he was very puzzled why Lin Zhihe appeared here, but after all, he was Lin Anruo's father, and he didn't want to have too much trouble with him.

"Doing business? It's up to you? What qualifications do you have to do business with me, Lin Zhihe? Lin Zhihe said coldly.

Liu Meng frowned slightly: "This is your Lin family's property?" ”

Lin Zhihe smiled: "Boy, you are still pretending to be with me here, let me tell you, it's useless, you can't touch my Lin family's property, and don't think about getting it for nothing." ”

Liu Meng understood it, but he felt that it was really a coincidence.

Historical memory is the property of the Lin family, and he really doesn't know.

He never asked Lin Anruo.

It's an amazing feeling.

"Excuse me."

Liu Meng turned around and entered the elevator, he already had an idea in his heart.

"Stop, I haven't finished my sentence yet, boy, I warn you, give up the unrealistic ideas in your heart, you have to continue to covet my Lin family's property whimsically, I won't let you go." Lin Zhihe stared at Liu Meng with disdain.

"Moreover, from today onwards, you are not allowed to set foot in my Lin family's property." Lin Zhihe smiled coldly, took out the phone and called the security room, and said, "Come to the post-80s memory elevator, and the security guards will all come to me." ”

Lin Zhihe resisted the elevator and called the security guard.

A few minutes later, several security guards arrived.

"Mr. Lin." Several security guards bowed to Lin Zhihe.

Lin Zhihe commanded and shouted: "Show me his face clearly, and you won't let him in in the future." ”

"Did you hear me?"

"Clear." The security captain shouted.

Several security guards stepped forward and tried to grab Liu Meng's shoulders.

Liu Meng's shoulders shook, the corners of his mouth rose, and he smiled.

"I'll go by myself."

Under the 'escort' of several security guards, Liu Meng left historical memory.

He was in a complicated mood and made a call to Weng Xiaoling.

"Are you off work?"

"In a moment, what's wrong with you?" Weng Xiaoling noticed Liu Meng's tone.

"It's okay, I want to drink some wine, I'll wait for you at your door, you come back with a bottle of wine." Liu Meng said.

Weng Xiaoling paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, I'll be back right away." ”

After hanging up the phone, Liu Meng sat at the door and felt very dramatic.

Although he didn't care about the Lin family's industry, Lin Zhihe's words made him very uncomfortable, if he was just an ordinary person and didn't get the beads, it would be really desperate.

Not long after, Weng Xiaoling came back in a hurry.

"What's wrong with you?" Weng Xiaoling stared at Liu Meng sitting at the door, it was the first time she had seen this little man like this.

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