People who dare to dream and persist in their efforts are generally successful, but whether they buy heaven or fall into hell after success depends on personal experience, experience, knowledge, double business, and luck. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There is a saying that is good, time is also fate. For example, Lao Song, when he was young, was once a prominent figure in the catering industry in Hong Kong City, and no one could match the skill of making seafood. But his overly conservative business philosophy could not withstand the impact of the rapid development of the economic wave, and in the end, the famous "Song Erye" could only apply what he had learned all his life in a small barbecue restaurant.

Shuangmulin is a person with little perseverance, his biggest wish in this life is to eat and wait for death, and it is his life standard to get by, no dreams, and no pressure. Such people, generally speaking, are ordinary people who have been mixed all their lives, and they can't encounter any huge blows, but it's also difficult to have any benefits. He studied the craft with Lao Song for two years, but after all, he was just a showman, if it weren't for the MSG of Heavenly Court, he might not be a chef in his life.

But Shuangmulin is a strange thing, and the family heirloom brain pumping makes him often do some earth-shattering things. For example, in the three years of high school, no one would have thought that he would change from a poor student to a top student, and the effort involved in this may be beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. If he hadn't misremembered the time of the college entrance examination, maybe he would have a master's degree or a doctorate from a famous university in China. But it doesn't matter to him whether he is an elite or a blind stream, those three years of hard work are just because he lost face in front of his female classmates, and that's it.

"Ho!" Shuang Mu Lin shouted, a stone flew out of his hand, flew straight past the target in front of him and flew straight to the glass of the factory floor room in the distance, with a bang, the broken glass slag flew all over the sky, refracting a little light, like the stars in the sky.

"What kind of bastard!" came a hearty angry scolding from the board room. Shuangmulin ran away, and after a while, middle-aged men with five big and three thick men rushed out of the board room, some of them were still carrying sticks in their hands.

"Did you kid do it?" a black-faced man glared at Shuang Mulin.

"What?" asked Shuang Mu Lin as he sat on the ground holding Oscar and raised his eyelids lazily.

"Did you throw a stone just now?" the black-faced man took two more steps towards the double woods.

"Oh, I just saw a couple of kids shooting targets over there. "The "target" made of waste cardboard and wooden sticks not far from the board house in Shuangmu Lin said, "Later, it seemed to hit the glass and ran away." ”

"Where did you go?"

"Over there, it's pretty fast. He casually pointed in the same direction.

"Damn, chase!"

Looking at the few people who ran away, Shuangmulin sighed faintly: "Hey, fortunately, I'm witty, this accuracy is too bad." It seems that you have to change to a safe place to practice, that dead fat man, when Lao Tzu's divine skills are completed, you must be beaten into a Buddha. He gritted his teeth and stood up, picking up the tattered "target", and Oscar followed behind and walked away with his tail wagging his tail.

In one morning, Shuangmulin had broken three targets, but the head did not grow at all, and he still referred to where not to hit, just like the national football team shooting. "Is the posture wrong?" he opened the textbook again, carefully corrected his posture, and then aimed at the target, and the stone came out of his hand: "Ho!" With a loud cry, the stone flew like eyes to the hornet's nest hanging on the tree.

"I'll wipe and run!" Shuang Mulin rushed forward with his head like a reined Oscar, and the unreined Oscar followed behind, with a helpless expression of "I knew it would be like this". However, as the saying goes, hard work pays off, after a morning of flying stones and long-distance running practice, Shuangmulin's accuracy in the afternoon is much better, although it still can't be pointed, at least there will be no unknown mistakes.

In the following days, Shuangmulin lived a monotonous and repetitive life: practicing flying stones during the day, working in the old Song shop at night, and meditating at night. And Chang Qing didn't contact him, maybe because he refused Chang Qing's invitation to supper that day on the grounds that Oscar hadn't eaten yet, a woman's heart is a needle, who knows.

Time passed day by day, and on the third day, Lao Song finally couldn't stay at home anymore. Shuang Mulin, who was counting the goods in the store, looked up and saw Lao Song walking in with a smile on his face. "Lin Zi, I heard that business is good these days. In the two days of his absence, the business of the store not only did not decline, but the turnover nearly doubled, this news made him feel uplifted, as if he had returned to that era of dominance.

"It's okay, the business in the store is booming, and the sales of seafood have risen in the past few days, and the turnover is naturally high. Shuangmulin shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression, "I said uncle, you can't behave well, where did the black-faced Second Master Song go back then?"

"Go, go, you talk a lot. You kid can, you've been out there for three years, and you're better at it than me when you come back. Say, where did you go to learn the arts? Lao Song didn't care about him, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and threw another one to Shuangmulin.

"Smoke less, you've smelled oil smoke all your life, and you don't get tired of it. Shuangmulin lit a cigarette for Lao Song and sat down, "Uncle, I have an idea." ”

"You say. ”

"I looked on the Internet, crayfish has been very popular recently, and many stores sell it, should we add it too?"

"It's not good. Hearing Shuangmulin's suggestion, Lao Song frowned, "That thing was common to me when I was young, I ate everything, and it was very dirty. ”

"In the past, they were caught in the wild, but now many of them are farmed in captivity, and they are quite clean. And if you're not at ease, we can buy it and raise it for a few days, and then sell it when we spit out the dirty things, anyway, we don't put anything in the warehouse, there is a place. This thing is very popular now, I don't think anyone on this street is doing it for the time being, if you let someone else sell it first, it will affect the business. ”

"En......" Old Song thought for a while, and Shuangmulin's words made him a little tempted, "That's okay, let Dongzi buy some when he buys tomorrow, let's put it in the warehouse for a few days and take a look." ”

"Okay, then I'll go to the kitchen first, you can work outside for a few days, now my fried dishes are more popular than yours. Shuang Mu Lin got up and went to the kitchen.

"The woods. Lao Song stopped Shuangmulin, "You will be in the store in the future, I can't do it anymore, and this store will depend on you at that time." ”

"Say what. Shuangmulin smiled, "You are the second master of Song in Hong Kong City, and there is never anything impossible in the dictionary." ”

Lao Song looked at the back of Shuangmulin, and he had a lot of thoughts for a while.