In Luoyang City, Tiexie Lisong Mutton Soup Restaurant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before dawn, Boss Li was already busy sweating, getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning every day and starting to prepare for a day's business, which has been the same for decades.

At six o'clock, the boss opened the door of the store to welcome the first batch of early customers.

At around half past six, Li Tianming appeared at the door and greeted Boss Li.

Li Tianming gets up very early every day, gets up at 5 o'clock to wash, thinks about yesterday's business first, and then plans for today's arrangements.

Once everything is clear, let's do a set of slow punches.

Since he worked for the fat manager in the supply and marketing cooperative, he has developed this habit for ten years. Even when the abandoned textile mill was a gatekeeper with nothing to do, he insisted on this routine.

After all this is done, slowly pacing to the mutton soup restaurant on the next street, drinking a bowl of hot and fragrant mutton soup made by Boss Li is Li Tianming's greatest enjoyment every day.

This mutton soup restaurant was originally a small shop in a suburban town, but because the business was booming and there was an endless stream of diners, the owner changed the gun and moved the store to Luoyang City.

The small restaurant is a two-story antique building, the eaves are covered with rough glazed tiles, and there are nearly a dozen large tables in the hall, and there are only four or five diners, all of whom bury their heads and drink the mutton soup with a straight hula.

Li Tianming followed the boss through the back door of the hall and into the backyard. The yard was littered with miscellaneous items and washed soup bowls neatly stacked there.

Walk through the backyard and go straight to the kitchen in the backyard.

The kitchen was dimly lit with a dim lamp. A little girl in a floral apron was sitting on a small bench cutting mutton, and next to it were slices of mutton cut like a hill.

"Boss Li, this is the bamboo shoots and mutton left for you." Boss Lee pointed to a lamb tenderloin and said. "Freshly cooked."

Tenderloin is a small strip of meat close to the back of the backbone of livestock, because it resembles a bamboo shoot, the fiber is slender, also known as "bamboo shoot mutton", this part of the meat is tender and smooth, the structure is firm, this is Li Tianming's favorite part.

Li Tianming nodded.

Boss Li took the meat knife from the little girl's hand and cut it carefully himself, and the thin pieces of mutton were evenly stacked in the bowl, and each slice was almost the same size and thickness.

The little girl placed the bowl on the board in the doorway.

Next to the board, there is a large black iron pot, the iron pot is on the adobe stove, and the firewood at the bottom of the pot is still burning carefully.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the iron pot was constantly steaming, and the lamb bones, mutton, and haggis were slowly tumbling inside.

The heat was rising and dispersing in the dim light, and with the dim light overhead, it felt like time was stretched and slowed down.

The iron pot is boiling old soup, a real century-old soup.

Lao Li's grandfather has been boiling this pot of soup since his grandfather, and I don't know how many years it has been boiling. What is brewed in the pot is no longer mutton soup, but days, every day, like a year, just like a year, and it is slowly boiled year after year.

Boss Li crossed his waist with one hand, held a big iron spoon in the other, dipped the spoon in some salt, coriander, and green onion foam, and then put the spoon into the iron pot, and with a slight flip of his wrist, he scooped a large spoonful of mutton soup, and then like a dancing sword, the spoon quickly drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the steaming mutton soup was poured into the bowl. The soup was just right in the bowl, and not a drop was spilled.

Li Tianming has to run to the back kitchen in person every time, watching Boss Li complete this set of actions in person, as if admiring a craft, and never get tired of watching it.

The mutton soup is very clear, white and steady, the boss uses special craftsmanship to hide the unique smell of mutton very well, there is no greasy, but there is a fragrance when smelling, which makes people's appetite move.

The lamb in the soup, garnished with coriander and green onion foam, looks like a painting full of spring.

Li Tianming picked up the soup bowl on a wooden plate, and the little girl who cut the mutton took out two freshly baked biscuits from the stove and put them on the wooden plate.

The little girl smiled, revealing two white tiger teeth, Li Tianming nodded to the two, and walked to the front yard with a wooden plate.

Boss Li and the little girl watched Li Tianming walk away, and every morning, they had to repeat the same process.

Li Tianming did not sit in the hall with everyone, but went straight upstairs. Upstairs, there are two private rooms dedicated to entertaining guests.

Li Tianming carefully took the soup bowl and bowed his head into one of the rooms, he knew that there would be no one in this box, and there would be no other diners at this point - this was specially reserved for him by Boss Li.

But today is an exception, and there is already a person sitting at the table in the private room. A white middle-aged man with thin eyebrows and slender eyes sat there.

Li Tianming was stunned.

The dragon head looked at him with a smile: "Long time no see!" ”

Li Tianming was still stunned.

The faucet beckoned him over.

Dawn mechanically moved to the table and placed the wooden plate on the table.

The dragon head closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "It's so fragrant!" Tiexie Lisong, worthy of its name. ”

Li Tianming found his tongue at this time: "Long, Long, Zhang, Mr. Zhang, why are you, why are you here?" ”

The faucet took out a package from under the table, a thick package neatly wrapped in newspaper, gently placed it on the table, and tapped it with his fingers: "I brought you the reward for the last batch of goods." ”

"This, this, why are you embarrassed to send it in person? You, can't you just send other people here? Or tell me, I'll send someone to get ...... I also bother you to go all the way and make a trip yourself. ”

Li Tianming's eyes looked at the bag of things, and based on his experience, it was estimated that the contents were at least twenty percent less than expected.

The dragon head smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I just want to talk to you too." ”

"Listen to Yang Ming, your business is doing a lot now......

Li Tianming hurriedly opened his mouth to explain. The dragon head waved his hand to signal him not to rush

"This is also a good thing, we just need more funds and supplies."

"However, I heard him say that you want to raise the price?"

Li Tianming ate and said, "I, I...... That's not what it means."

Although the tone of the dragon head has always been very kind, but Li Tianming has always been frightened, I don't know why, he is also a person who has seen strong winds and waves, in front of the Song family brothers, Ma Wangye, a murderous demon king who does not blink, he can be calm and comfortable, but in front of this dragon head, he always has an inexplicable sense of panic.

Li Tianming knew that it was best not to hide it in front of the dragon, and it was useless for him to deny it now, so he had to explain it head-on.

He coughed, cleared his throat and said:

"In the past, we shipped by ourselves, and I don't have any opinion on how much you give, as long as we can maintain everyone's daily expenses.

However, now a lot of the supply is from other people, they originally had a set of markets, if the price is too low, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public, and the transaction will not be able to do ......."

This set of rhetoric has been prepared by Li Tianming for a long time, and now that he has let it go, he said it in one breath without stumbling.

The dragon head nodded: "Well, the current shipment market is set by the Song brothers, right?" Then we can't mess up the rules all at once, after all, doing business still has to conform to the laws of market operation, hehe. ”

When Li Tianming heard that the dragon's tone was loose, not only was he secretly happy, but he still had a sad face on the surface.

The dragon head thought for a while and asked: "What is the general commission of the Song brothers in the business of the four major antique markets in Luoyang?" ”

Li Tianming was shocked, the leader was very familiar with the operation of the Luoyang cultural play market.

"Three, three."

"Well, then we'll give it to you according to half percent in the future, what do you think?" The dragon head said slowly, although it was a consultative tone, but the tone could not be questioned.

Li Tianming listened to it, but his heart was cold, the meaning of the dragon head is obvious, the purchase price of the goods remains the same, but his commission has changed from thirty percent to half percent, and the benefits are all fished by you, so I will make a fart......

Seeing that Li Tianming lowered his head and did not speak, the dragon head patiently "enlightened" him and said: "I know that from three percent to half percent, this gap is very large. But now the total shipment volume has become larger, so in fact, your income is still higher than before. ”

Speaking of this, the dragon head got up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back: "The Song brothers make so much money, all for their own selfish desires, and they do business to make money and enjoy themselves."

We are fundamentally different from them.

You remember that everything you do is to support the country's scientific research - and that is the main reason why we can tolerate these illegal acts. ”

Hearing this, Li Tianming was shocked. The leader has never told himself about his profession and unit, and he never dares to ask, but it seems very important to listen to this meaning, and it can be related to the construction of the country? I work under him, so what kind of identity should I belong to......

The dragon head turned to look at him and said, "That's all I have to say, you can understand it yourself." ”

Li Tianming nodded "sadly", indicating that he understood and obeyed the organization's decision.

The dragon head returned to the table and sat down: "Actually, sending money is not my main purpose, I came this time mainly for another thing." ”

Li Tianming frowned. He knew that the dragon head would not appear simply to "comfort" himself, in fact, he only needed to order someone to pass on the word, and no matter how bold he was, he would not dare not listen.

The presence of the faucet here must have had other purposes.

The dragon head was silent for a while, as if thinking about something, and suddenly took a deep breath and said, "You, have you heard of the Mobei Shuangxiong?" ”