Crossing South and Returning to North

When the only employee of the restaurant resigned, Prince Nalan, who was working as a lecturer at Harbin Institute of Technology under the pseudonym Chang Sheng, was stunned. Holding a delicate teapot with a hidden secret inside, he laughed and scolded you boy, take a look for yourself, how long have you been hanging the Spring Festival couplets with your ghostly drawings on the outside?

, are you quitting? Do you think the salary is low? Come on, I’ll give you a raise. If you still find it difficult to find a wife, just tell me, which one in my class you like, I’ll make an exception and give you a month-long salary. In this small restaurant

The young employee who had been working as a cow and horse for some years shook his head, put a bundle of books carefully wrapped with newspapers on the table, and said sincerely to the boss, the business here is not good to begin with, food and sleep are included, and I can save a small amount in a month.

One thousand, that's pretty good. I've returned all these books to you. I just want to go south and have a go.

Nalan Changsheng smiled and said, "Want to make a career? Why don't you go to Beijing with Xiao Hong? Let's not talk about whether this guy is reliable or not. At least there is an acquaintance taking care of you. For my sake, I won't cheat you. You are not born in the south."

Are you familiar with it and not afraid of being deceived? Don’t think that you will understand the ways of the world just because you borrowed some books from me.

A young man with a strange name grinned and said, Boss, don't you always talk about seeing hundreds of people, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles? I'm not listening to you. I've seen a lot of people in the restaurant over the years.

I’ve read too much and saved some money, so I just want to go out and have a look. You have to worry that I won’t be able to recruit anyone after I leave. I’ll help you find a fellow from the Northeast. He is honest, willing to endure hardships, and his work is no worse than mine. Na.

Lan Changsheng had a wry smile on his face. He had said this and seemed to have no room to stay. This kid's trick of killing first and showing off later was quite smooth. He could only ask when were he leaving? Just for the next two days? The young man said hey, just for today. Anyway, this restaurant is not enough.

There was no business. Nalan Changsheng pointed at him and scolded you for hurrying to reincarnate! Unfortunately, this employee had never been afraid of "Chang Sheng" and did not talk back to the boss as usual. Instead, he washed his hands and tied them up again.

"Apron," Prince Nalan wondered, "Where are you singing this?" The young man brought out plates of dishes that had been prepared for a long time, and said softly that he was leaving to cook a Huaiyang dish for the landlady. It's time to say it.

Don't be pretentious. I have always treated the boss's wife as my own mother. Whenever I go to the south to make a career, I will definitely come back to see you.

Nalan Changsheng sat at the dining table and sighed softly. It was going to rain some days, and the girl was getting married and the son was going to travel far away. Prince Nalan's life was very legendary. He was high-spirited and willing to give advice when he was a boy.

In the country, young people rose to power early, but in their early thirties they wandered around, fleeing and fleeing for half of China, mocking themselves as worse than a lost dog. After the age of forty, they made a comeback again. After that, they were transformed from Confucianism to Huang Lao, and they became semi-immortals. As long as they wanted to do whatever they wanted,

Listing two people who are his opponents or regard him as enemies, the Qi family in the Northeast and Zhao Taizu, it will be clear from the beginning. When getting along with others, he pays attention to opportunities. This young man has a strong appetite for him, but he has been suppressing it.

Without deliberately cultivating and promoting people, otherwise why would it be so difficult to casually reward someone with a wealth that ordinary people cannot achieve in a lifetime? The more so, the more it proves that the old man attaches great importance to young people. Even Chen Hongxiong was shocked by his own speculation: Could it be that Na

Prince Lan wants to investigate this layman as a communist?

It took more than an hour to finish the Huaiyang dishes. Long Aotian, who had never shown his ID card and didn’t know his name, wiped his sweat, said hello to the boss, then walked outside the restaurant and looked up at what he had written.

Spring couplets, a look of contentment on his face, and a giggle. Prince Nalan, who had pale temples, stood up slowly, but did not take the teapot. He chuckled and said, are you leaving now? Do you want to give you a ride to the station? Who would have expected that?

But the brother waved goodbye, pretentiously. Prince Nalan glared, called Long Aotian to stop, called him to him, took off a string of red sandalwood beads on his hand, and said I gave it to you. One day he will be so poor that he can sell it for some money.

, remind you to find a regular pawn shop and don’t sell it at a low price. The guy accepted it without saying a word, but he said something bad: Is there anyone who talks like you? Old Chang, you just have a bad temper, no.

If you can talk, otherwise the business wouldn't be so miserable. I'd be hungry wherever I went. It would be hard for me if your restaurant was gone. Prince Nalan said angrily: Get out!

The young man really ran away in a hurry.

Prince Nalan opened the newspaper and found more than forty books in it. What they looked like when they were borrowed was what they looked like when they were returned.

At Kunming Wujiaba International Airport, a few guests arrived who made the beautiful waiters at the service desk laugh or cry. This group of people was very eye-catching. The leader was a middle-aged fat man in a Tang suit. The thick gold necklace around his neck was so thick that it looked a bit like

The kind that are sold at street stalls for a dozen yuan and can buy several meters. They have a naive appearance, just like a living Maitreya. He is followed by a cynical young man, wearing bright clothes and looking casual. If it were just this combination, it would be nothing more than a combination.

It's so simple for a nouveau riche father and son, but behind them are four sturdy men in black suits. They are all powerful and about 1.8 meters tall. They can work as extras in gangster movies without the crew arranging props and costumes.

. But it was this group of people who looked at the unique aura. As soon as he heard that the price of first class was much higher than that of economy class, the young man immediately pulled the fat man whose eyes were always on the waitress's perky breasts and started.

Whispering, Shuiling customer service vaguely heard a few words, "Old Tang, the first-class pigs are killed a little too much, but I heard that the waiters are very punctual, they are white, round and tender. If you want anything, just cut some meat."

"Xiao Jing, it's not easy to make money in this world. If you can, save it. There are so many of us, and I have saved a meal for my daughter." "Old Tang, can you have some humanity? This is my first priority."

It's my first time to fly, and I'm fucking afraid of heights. If it weren't for being with your grandson, I would rather take the twenty-hour green train than take the plane. What's the matter with you?" "Oh, Xiaojing, that's right.

Let me put it this way, Keli is my kind of reason, and I can’t be reasonable if I am too emotional.” “It chills me so much. If I work with a boss like you in society, sooner or later I will take the blame for you, and I won’t get a good death.” “Xiao Jing,

This is what you are wrong about. You can only have a future by hanging out with a boss like me. The money is deducted and saved. If you are not willing to fly economy class, you can spend your own money to fly first class. Also, what is your mantra?

Speaking of which, it is better to die as a Taoist friend than to die as a poor Taoist, and to die as a benefactor, as a poor monk? I think it’s better to be careful when you have a younger brother like you, because you might usurp the throne one day."

The beautiful customer service staff at the front desk tried her best to maintain an elegant smile when facing these two treasures.

In the end, this group of people all chose the affordable economy class. The young man dressed as a dandy started to show off as soon as he got on the airport bus bound for the passenger plane. The four burly men in suits had serious faces but secretly had fun. Unexpectedly, the lawless

Young Master Jing also had this day. When he came back from Beijing, he must tell it as a wonderful joke to his brothers. The man in Tang suit patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Young man, you can't do it. It's like chopping someone. He fainted with just one hand after chopping someone."

They were in disgrace, but their heads were pretty good. Xiao Maitreya didn’t mean what he said in a low voice. Some passengers on the bus who had subconsciously distanced themselves from this small group immediately took a few steps back. After getting on the plane, the fat man taught him step by step.

How did the young man fasten his seat belt? Seeing the young man's pale face, he couldn't bear to argue sarcastically. He just asked out of curiosity: "Xiao Jing, you are afraid of heights, why do you choose a seat by the window?"

The young man's smile was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm and he said: "If you endure it for a while, maybe you can get over this hurdle. If you drink too much and vomit, you will get used to it. If you see too much blood, you won't be so dizzy. This is the same principle in everything you do.

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The fat man smiled and nodded: "That's indeed the truth."

The flight of several hours from Yunnan to Beijing made Fat Maitreya panic. The proud disciple next to him was as constipated as a woman. Even he, who was not afraid of heights, was a little nervous. It was almost like waiting for a pregnant woman. He greeted and greeted her all the way. This made that

The high-end professional bodyguards were all envious of each other. In Yunnan, there might not even be a big shot wearing the highest official title to have such a standard and such treatment. As soon as he got off the plane, the half-dead young man immediately came to life and was still at the Beijing Capital Airport.

The middle-aged fat man coughed and said low-key, we have to keep a low-key. The young man was in a very good mood and reached out to slap the fat boss on the chin, hehe said: "Old Tang

Ah, I am not particular about food, but I have sworn that no matter where I go in my life, I will stay in the best hotel. If you are not willing to spend this money, I will pay for it myself!"

The fat man who was slapped on the chin was not angry and said cheerfully: "It's easy to talk, but my precious daughter also wants to save face. I don't dare to call her even if she lives in a four-star hotel. It's your choice this time.

The one on East Chang'an No. 1? Or the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse? Or the Pangu Hotel? Or a private house, a courtyard-type one, I have connections, so it's cost-effective to live in this kind of place, because I don't have to pay anything, and I'm giving them face by staying here."

The young man said rudely: "Siheyuan? I don't have the elegance of returning to nature. If you want to live in the city center, close to Chang'an Street, the highest and most expensive one will definitely not be suitable if it is not the presidential suite! Old Tang, pick me up at the airport.

Don’t use a BMW or Mercedes-Benz car, buy something high-end, well, the best brand is awesome, and no one will dare to stop you when driving on the wrong side of the road.”

The fat man known as Old Tang was really good-tempered. He smiled and said, "It's up to you."

The fat man looked at the young man next to him who was considered by the outside world to be a typical "rampant man when he succeeds". Part of him was a bit like a mother-in-law who became more and more happy when she saw her son-in-law. The other part was that he could vaguely see his own demeanor in the past. He couldn't help but be an exception. The group of people took two cars.

Bentley came to the Oriental Grand Hyatt Hotel with an intimidating address, and asked for a presidential suite and a diplomatic suite. The presidential suite was reserved for young men. Fat Maitreya took the initiative to visit, kicked out the personal butler, and got a bottle in the wine cabinet.

Instead of picking the most expensive wine, I picked a suitable bottle. I sat with the young man in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the hotel to enjoy the scenery. He sat and drank, very slowly. This wine is not cheap. I feel bad if I drink it too fast, right?

The young man stood barefoot, drank a glass of wine, wiped his lips and said with a smile: "It feels so good!"

After drinking three drinks in a row, the young man looked at the night view of Chang'an Street in Beijing with a blushing face and a trance-like look in his eyes.

The middle-aged fat man looked sideways at his back and smiled. It was very interesting for this young junior to stand out. He was a first-class top student at Peking University. He was a phoenix that flew out of a poor henhouse and placed the hopes of the entire family and even the entire village.

It was all smooth sailing at first. He was a bit noble and arrogant. He was a versatile young man. He was self-taught in painting, guitar and ceramic sculpture. He could make his classmates stare at him for a whole class when he argued a philosophical topic with the professor. He was indeed qualified to go there.

Who do you look down on, but don’t delay entering a good company after graduation. After working hard for a few years, you can transform into a moderately successful person, own a house and a car, find a wife in Beijing, follow the steps, and maybe you can climb up the ladder again, but

I never thought that in my senior year of college, I would suffer from a fucking emotional injury, and I would never get back on my feet, and my studies would be ruined. I would not even drop out of school, but go straight to Yunnan to go crazy, and become obsessed with stones. But the old saying has long been dead.

Gu must be poor, how can a young foreigner who has only read a few introductory books and then plays the game of emeralds not be taken away from him? With such a pitiful family background, can he not go bankrupt immediately? A young man who sells paintings, calligraphy and handicrafts is just short of making ducks and selling meat.

It lasted for three years. Over time, everyone in the Yunnan Stone Gambling Market knew that there was such a madman Cao. Later, he really followed the mysterious saying of one fate, two luck, three feng shui and four dependence on the ancestral shade. He had already made countless loans and no one was willing to lend him a hundred.

The poor guy who gave him 40,000 yuan borrowed 40,000 yuan from nowhere, and bet on a piece of wool that was not favored by any experts or experienced players. He cut it and cut it, and at first he didn't even see the slightest bit of green, and most of it was still there.

There is no sign of repaying the money. It is obvious that this is another bamboo basket fetching water. Others are yelling at Madman Cao. You can hold this scrap as a souvenir. Don't cut it off. Keep it as a memory. At that time, "private interview"

Fat Maitreya was also there to join in the fun, and was about to turn around and leave, but was pulled back by a word. The young man raised his head and looked around with a grin, saying it was okay, the worst he could do was to jump into the lake and die, and he would never be a human again in the next life.

.Finally, a miracle occurred, and a product that was conservatively estimated to be able to be made into two bracelets was produced. The "seed" and "water head" were both the best in recent years. The dumbfounded experts had to estimate the price at 60 million with mixed feelings, but

This wasn't what made Fatty the most emotional. What touched him the most was that after the young man saw the result on the spot, he hugged the stone and cried. It was not the kind of tears of joy after being hit by great luck, but with great resentment.

From that heartbreaking moment, "Old Tang", who was the overlord in both Yunnan and Guangxi provinces as well as Myanmar and Vietnam, remembered this different young man. Later, the young man managed all of Jadeite

After going through one negotiation after another, they finally reached an agreement with Caiyun, who did not offer the highest price, which once again impressed the middle-aged man. Later, the man found out that this young man was from a single-parent family in rural Shanxi.

During the most rebellious years, his mother also died of illness, and he did not even dare to go back for the funeral.

Fat Maitreya quietly left the room, dialed a number, and said with a smile: "Daughter, my father has arrived in Beijing. Can you take some time to meet me?"

The other side said angrily: "Are you so afraid that I'll fall in love with that bastard Zhao Jiadi? Tang Shi, I've told you a hundred and a thousand times, I don't have any good impressions of this rich second generation who suffered a thousand blows."

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The middle-aged fat man had already put his cell phone away. He waited until the roar subsided and then continued: "I'm not worried about what might happen. If my beloved is harmed by that guy Zhao Xin's son, I won't be able to survive."

The person on the other end of the phone screamed: "Go back to Yunnan with you and all the others. I'll see you there!"

The fat man said aggrievedly: "Daughter, when we come to your territory, can we enjoy some food?"

A series of "rolling" words reached the ears of the Yunnan native emperor.

Zhao Jiadi did not fly directly from Shuangliu Airport to Pudong International or Hongqiao Airport. Instead, he flew to Hangzhou first. The person who picked him up was Li Tan, who had just received the official administrative documents from the Zhejiang Provincial Government. Now he was the real Secretary Li.

The old man of the Wang family has conveyed a secret message to the disciples here through Wang Zhuyun.

So not only did Li Tan pick him up at the airport, Liu Xin, the head of Hangzhou's No. 1 dandy squad, Mr. Liu personally arranged the lunch location, with Fan Longquan accompanying him.
Chapter completed!