Chapter 91 The National Spring Festival Gala in the real sense begins

Lu Yongchao went home and changed his clothes, took some change and left.

told his daughter-in-law and parents that he would go to Jinmen with Jianwen Jianwu to play and come back tomorrow afternoon.

Aunt Lu hurriedly asked, "What are you doing over there?" It's almost the New Year, don't rest at home, can't you be honest after a year of tiredness? ”

Lu Yongchao smiled: "Mom, don't worry about this, even if I go to play even if I rest, you say that I have been tired for a year, and I can't go out for a walk?" ”

Liu Xiuxiu asked, "What are you going to do?" I told you you can't spend money indiscriminately, you know? ”

"Whew! Don't take care of me like a child, I'll just bring this little change, even if I spend it all, how much can I have? Leave it alone! ”

"Then you are so close to Jianwen Jianwu, don't you plan to deal with Cheng Guanli?"

"I'm not Cheng Guanli's dog, I'm just a neighbor, I can say a few more words if I get along with whom, and if I don't get along, I will say a few words, even if I partner with Jianwen Jianwu to do business, he Cheng Guanli can't care about it!"

Lu Yongchao said and turned around and left.

Father Lu instructed: "Don't forget to eat, remember to sleep at night." ”

Aunt Lu was not annoyed and said: "Okay, if you don't say that you take care of your son, you will get used to him!" ”

That night, Lu Yongchao followed Jianwen Jianwu on the train to Jinmen, arrived at the place before dawn, slept for a few hours in the hotel next to the train station, and had breakfast after dawn before going to find Jianwen Jianwu's cousin.

This cousin spoke better than Cheng Jianwen, and when he asked Lu Yongchao to decide that he was going to follow, he really took him to meet the leader.

I also saw the sample machine of the devil's representative and the goods.

Lu Yongchao had never seen this kind of battle, and he floated at that time, feeling that he was no different from a person who did big business.

Although he has been in business for more than a year.

But the noodle restaurant was only really in operation under the guidance of Cheng Guanli and the Zhang Luo of his parents and father-in-law.

He only resigned and took over after the noodle restaurant was running normally, and although he made money, he couldn't say that he had experienced great things.

For the port business, he didn't know anything at all, and he only saw the superficial profits, but he didn't see the inherent uncertainty and crisis.

At that moment, he said that he would raise money when he went home, and he made up his mind.

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There are already dark waves surging in the courtyard, and on the surface it still looks like a festive New Year atmosphere, perhaps this is the last calm of the year.

On the thirtieth day, early in the morning, Cheng Guanli moved the 14-inch black-and-white TV at home to the room where the wine was put in the backyard.

Then he handed over the key to Lao Guan, and he rode a motorcycle to Yangtai.

This house is where Lao Li and his family used to live.

After walking around, the formalities have already been completed, and now the ownership of this house and vegetable cellar is in Cheng Guanli, and it has really become his house.

He found someone to rebuild the house and the vegetable cellar.

The bricks should be paved, and the white ash should be white.

The vegetable cellar is not the kind of pit where farmers dig a pit in the courtyard for sweet potatoes and turnips, but a brick basement, about the size of a house.

His ancestors were big families in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and it was a sloppy thing for dozens of people to eat in a large family.

Therefore, a cellar for storing vegetables was specially built, which was warm in winter and cool in summer, and ventilated.

Cheng Guanli specially added an iron gate to the vegetable cellar, and after cleaning up the neat rope inside, he was not willing to put the vegetables, but put some things that he had specially collected.

For example, the 100 boxes of Angong Niuhuang Pills ordered by Dr. Zhu from Tongrentang were all sealed with wax and stored in wooden boxes.

and dozens of pieces of porcelain from the official kilns of the Ming and Qing dynasties, arranged in rows.

There were also dozens of boxes of 53-degree thatch stacked like stacks, and almost a cellar was almost full.

Like some inconspicuous wine and old furniture, he put it in the house in the backyard.

Externally, it is all wine stored for the restaurant, but in fact, no one asks about it, after all, no one will think about that layer.

It is not false to say that Cheng Guanli earns more and spends more.

However, in addition to the money-losing expenses such as motorcycles and household appliances, any money he spends can give him back hundreds or even tens of thousands of times the profit in the future.

And these things are watched in the backyard at an old juncture, and no one dares to worry about them.

As for the Cheng family in the backyard, their main concern is not on this, Mrs. Cheng saw Cheng Guanli's strength as a big loser, she was quite happy to watch the ceremony, and hoped that Cheng Guanli would earn as much as he could, and he would have been addicted to having fun.

This year, the old juncture didn't say that they would go to CCTV to watch the party live, and even if the people in the courtyard felt that their relationship with Cheng Guanli was good, they were embarrassed to mention it.

Fortunately, Cheng Guanli moved out the TV at home, and families without a TV can go to Lao Guan at night to feast their eyes.

That night, five or six families who had no TV in the courtyard came to the backyard.

Lao Guan took out melon seeds, peanuts and foreign sugar, and made a pot of tea, and more than a dozen people sat in front of the TV and waited for the Spring Festival Gala to start.

Cheng Guanli is already busy here.

Mr. Deng was talking to the four hosts about the precautions, and Mr. Huang was holding the script for the final review.

Cheng Guanli and Wang Yuliang became on-site dispatchers.

"Lights, lights! Put it over there, check the props again, the ideas of each department, start immediately, the actors are ready! ”

As Mr. Huang pinched the time, he shouted and began.

Mr. Zhao, who had just finished broadcasting the news broadcast, walked briskly to the camera and delivered an opening speech with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in this joyful Chinese New Year's Eve, all the staff of CCTV wish you a happy family, all the best, and a happy Spring Festival, tonight, this station adopts the method of live broadcast to broadcast the Spring Festival Gala for you, in order for you to be able to enjoy your favorite literary and artistic programs, we have installed four telephones on the spot for TV viewers to use on demand, and the number of these four telephones is ......"

The picture of Mr. Zhao's speech was transmitted to each TV terminal with the radio signal.

In an instant, the people watching TV in the capital were boiling.

Can it be on-demand? Is this worth it? Those who had a phone at home and those who didn't had a phone clapped their hands.

Lao Cui smiled: "It's a pity that our hospital doesn't have a phone, and we don't have a home decoration for the ceremony, otherwise we have to order something." ”

The old man glared and said, "It's good for you to see it, are you still on the pole?" If you want to order something, go to the phone hall on the street, and he will definitely not close the door tonight! ”

Lao Cui smiled, "Don't be angry, Uncle Guan, I'm not joking, I'm thanking Guan Li for moving the TV over too late, how can I blame him, hehe, I just want to order a song, or Guan Ye You say something, brother, I'll pay the phone bill to give you some!" ”

The old man laughed, "This is still a matter of doing things, listening to the ceremony, Li Guyi, who sang this time, came to the capital to participate in the party, you will order "Hometown Love" later, don't look at Guan Ye's age, I am a person who walks in the front row of society after the change, and I must listen to the song after the change!" ”