Fang Yan was picking up some food when she felt a tug on her clothes. She looked down and withdrew her hand.
As she leaned towards Xiaoyuzai, Xiaoyuzai pounced on her, pointing to his right and whispering, "Mommy, Brother Weicheng..."
Fang Yan quickly looked in the direction he pointed, and barely managed to see Zhang Weicheng and another figure turn around and go upstairs.
Are there still seats available on the second floor?
"Comrade, is there a toilet on the second floor?"
Just then, a staff member finished serving food to a customer and walked past her. Fang Yan took the opportunity to ask him a question.
The staff member was a man in his forties. He first looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor, seemingly joking but actually with a hint of mockery, "The toilets on the second floor are quite expensive. There are three rooms up there. If you want to book a room, you have to spend at least 200 yuan. If you can spend that much, you can go up to the second floor to use the toilet."
Over two hundred yuan!
Fang Yan finally understood why Fu Cheng hadn't gone bankrupt yet.
So it turns out the income from the second floor is supporting the entire restaurant.
However, she ordered three dishes for this meal, which cost a total of thirty-five yuan. That's not cheap, is it?
Moreover, of the three dishes, one was completely rotten, one was barely edible, and only the pork belly was good enough to go with rice.
It was about 35 yuan, which meant I ate a pork belly and two bowls of rice.
With thirty-five yuan, if Fang Yan were to buy the ingredients and cook for herself, she could make meat, fish, beans, eggs, and milk every day, and the dishes would be even more abundant and delicious than this.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that this meal was a complete rip-off.
However, as long as I remember that my main purpose in coming here was to gather information.
Instead of eating.
Fang Yan felt a little better.
However, Zhang Weicheng and that figure had already gone upstairs to the second floor.
Moreover, there are three rooms on the second floor, and she doesn't know which room they are in. She can't possibly go looking for them one by one, can she?
Seeing that she remained silent, the staff assumed that Fang Yan was frightened by his words.
Don't think you're so great just because you can come in to eat on the first floor. If you're so capable, go up to the second floor, book a room, and have a meal there.
The staff member left with a mocking smile on his lips, satisfied.
Fang Yan hadn't even noticed when he left. All she could think about was finding out what happened yesterday before Zhang Weicheng left.
Also, who was the person who went upstairs with Zhang Weicheng just now?
I glanced at it briefly, and it seemed vaguely familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere before.
Fang Yan glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor, then looked at the tables around her.
Then, without hesitation, she picked up the little fish and moved to another spot.
They were actually still sitting at the same table, but in a more secluded spot where they could better observe the movements on the stairs.
Perhaps she was just lucky.
first……
"Mom, shall we go home?"
"Wait a moment."
About ten minutes later, the second time...
"Mom, aren't we going home yet?"
"Wait a moment."
About ten minutes later, for the third time...
"Mom, how much longer until we get home?"
"Wait a moment."
Just as Fang Yan and her son finished their third round of questioning, they saw Zhang Weicheng come down from the second floor on his own.
Coincidentally, the restaurant probably felt that the mother and son had been eating for too long, and that they were still not full after eating only two dishes and a soup for so long.
So, a staff member came over to urge Fang Yan, "You've been eating for a long time, and there might be other people coming to eat later."
Well, what I'm implying is, hurry up and eat, then get out of here and stop taking up space.
Fang Yan looked around at the two-thirds of the empty seats and thought to herself, "The owner of Fucheng must have lost his mind to manage a restaurant like this."
Normally, she would definitely "explode".
But today, she can't "explode".
Instead, she smiled, and smiled very politely, "Yes, almost there, almost there, we'll be finished eating soon, just wait a little longer..."
"Hey? Isn't that Zhang Weicheng?" Fang Yan suddenly changed the subject, looking at Zhang Weicheng's back. "He's a relative's son from our village. We heard he's made a lot of money outside. We thought he was just bragging."
I never expected this kid to show up here. Looks like he's really made a fortune.
Fang Yan deliberately put on an envious expression.
The staff member who came to urge her looked in the direction Fang Yan was looking and saw Zhang Weicheng's back.
Coincidentally, when Zhang Weicheng and his group came to eat yesterday, she was the one who collected the bill.
At the time, she thought that a junior high school student who could afford to treat his classmates to dinner must come from a wealthy family.
"I never imagined that his money was his own!" the staff member exclaimed. "He's so young and already knows how to make money. He's bound to be successful in the future. By the way, he brought two classmates over for dinner yesterday."
"He invited his classmates here for dinner?"
Fang Yan was even more "envious" now. "This kid is really generous. It's so expensive to eat here, but he's willing to treat his classmates to a meal here."
"You don't understand, do you? Connections are much more important than this meal. For example, when he came upstairs to eat with others, was it just for the meal?"
"Definitely not. For people like them who are destined for great things, eating is secondary. Every time they go out to eat, it's to discuss business and build connections. They call it 'socializing,' you understand?"
The staff member this time was a young woman in her early twenties.
Perhaps feeling she had finally found an opportunity to show off her newfound knowledge, she raised her chin, looked at people with her nose, and spoke to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan felt sorry for this girl. She only knew a little bit of knowledge, which was not even a smattering, yet she thought she was learned and had the right to look down on others.
But he put on a look of utter amazement, his eyes practically sparkling with admiration. “Girl, you’re amazing! You city folks know so much. We country folks, all we know is farming, nothing else.”
"What's wrong with that? You're a country bumpkin, it's normal that you don't understand." The girl was very proud. In order to keep a low profile, she had to suppress the corners of her mouth, but she still wanted to show off. She bent down and whispered in Fang Yan's ear, "It's like, today this young man from your village went upstairs to a room with another man. I bet they were discussing something important."
Before straightening up, he added, "Those who come here to book rooms are all discussing important matters over dinner. They don't sit in the lobby on the first floor because they're afraid of being overheard. Understand?"
"Ah, I get it, I get it, little sister, you know so much, you're amazing!"
Fang Yan had found out everything she needed to know, and even a little more than she expected. She didn't mind making a few more amazed expressions and saying a few more nice things to make the girl happy.
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