Chapter 234 I'm definitely not as brave as you guys: Monkey Brain
However, Zhang Junfei soon stopped envying Manager Huang.
After all, if someone is too heartless and ruthless, you'll just want to strangle them.
Although Shanghai is currently a huge construction site, it is not a new city, so finding a place to eat should not be difficult at any time.
As a result, Manager Huang directed the car to make many turns and twists, and after a long time, they finally arrived at the inconspicuous little courtyard of his home.
At first, Zhang Junfei was hopeful.
He followed Tang Yicheng all over the country, and then stayed in Shanghai for half a year. He knew that the more impressive the restaurant's facade, the more it was about the food. On the contrary, the shabby places were where you could find rare delicacies.
Manager Huang grinned and said, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Ivanov, let's have something fresh today."
Wang Xiao was looking around the restaurant when she heard the sound and nodded casually. Then she heard a "squeaking" sound, like a monkey's call.
She laughed. Was this a monkey trainer taking his monkey to a restaurant?
When she was a child, a relative of her neighbor used to be a monkey trainer.
According to relatives, monkeys are actually family to monkey trainers, and it's common for them to eat and live together.
Wang Xiao didn't go looking for the little monkey, and followed it into the hotel lobby.
Manager Huang kept apologizing: "I originally wanted to find a private room, but they require advance booking, and there really wasn't enough time to book one."
This was only because he booked for lunch; if it were dinner, there wouldn't even be a table available.
Wang Xiao didn't care: "We apologize for our abrupt arrival and for disturbing you."
Manager Huang waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, it's our honor that a busy person like you, Mr. Wang, would do us the honor of meeting Mr. Ivanov."
The waiter came forward to invite the guests to take their seats.
Wang Xiao glanced around and noticed that most restaurants nowadays have female waitresses, but this restaurant's waiters were all men, which was quite unusual.
Until this moment, she didn't feel anything was wrong. She even thought that the hole in the middle of the square table was for storing cooking utensils.
When eating stew cooked in a clay pot, it's common practice to have the ingredients stir-fried on the table.
After she sat down, the waiter respectfully invited them to choose one, but she didn't take it seriously at all.
Picking and weighing ingredients on the spot is perfectly normal when eating at a restaurant. If you want fresh food, you should have it cooked to order.
Then she followed them to the backyard, and the squeaking sounds in her ears grew louder and louder. She was just wondering if the monkey trainer had brought a whole troop of monkeys.
That monkey trainer really has a big stage presence, because although she hadn't seen it herself, she had heard her neighbors mention it when she was a child. Training monkeys is a very difficult thing, and it's a craft passed down from generation to generation.
She was quite curious about what the craftsman looked like.
Then she heard the waiter smilingly point to the cage and ask them, "Which one would you like to eat? Please choose, sir."
Wang Xiao's expression changed instantly.
If she still doesn't understand what's going on by now, then she's a complete fool.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Junfei felt a wave of dizziness and wished he could smash Manager Huang's skull on the spot.
Why would anyone eat monkey brains? With that pig brain of his, you'd be worried about getting infected with his stupidity if someone ate it!
What was wrong with him that made him think of inviting the big boss to eat raw monkey brains?
The big boss is a lesbian! Women generally don't even dare to kill a chicken!
Manager Huang, oblivious to the situation, continued to invite him repeatedly: "President Wang, you are a man of wide experience and have tasted all kinds of delicacies. This is just a recent import from the south, nothing special. It's just something to enjoy for its freshness, tender texture, and excellent nutritional value. Winter is the perfect time for nourishing the body."
In this era, there is no concept of not eating wild animals. Before the SARS outbreak in 2003, the country did not regulate this matter much or strictly.
Even now, eating wild animals is a status symbol. These scarce resources can only be enjoyed by a select few, making them highly prized and nutritious.
Therefore, when Manager Huang said this, he didn't think he was wrong at all, nor did he think that inviting the female boss to eat monkey brains would scare her.
Are you kidding me?
When a boss accumulates a certain amount of wealth, it's the same as when an executive reaches a certain high position.
It has no gender.
Those qualities that are specifically described as feminine are not seen in them.
Manager Huang thought his arrangement was brilliant.
Unfortunately, Wang Xiao didn't give her the time of day and simply walked out.
After listening to the translation, Ivanov kept muttering "God" before leaving.
This matter should have ended there.
Wang Xiao himself doesn't eat monkey brains, nor would he smash up someone else's restaurant to prevent others from eating them.
This is not her business.
However, the kitchen is connected to the back of the courtyard, and diners are not allowed to pass through. If they want to leave, they have to go back to the front dining hall and exit through the front courtyard.
As soon as Wang Xiao stepped into the dining room, she heard a "thud" followed by a squeaking scream. Then she saw a chef in a white robe pouring scalding oil into the hole in the monkey's skull that had been cracked open.
Monkey brains sizzle when they come into contact with boiling oil.
The monkey struggled desperately, but its head was stuck in a hole in the table like a shackle, and its limbs were tied to the table legs. It could not break free.
It is still alive, alive to experience people tasting its brain.
Wang Xiao couldn't help it; she felt a churning in her stomach.
She has to admit that she also eats wild game; she has even eaten bear paws.
Before she traveled through time, wild boars had been removed from the national protected list, and they were still considered edible.
But she does not accept eating monkey brains in such a cruel way, especially since both monkeys and humans belong to the order Primates.
Wang Xiao covered her mouth and hurriedly ran to the backyard to vomit.
A crowd quickly followed, creating a large commotion.
After she finished vomiting, she rinsed her mouth with mineral water—thank goodness, she had her own mineral water, otherwise, she would have vomited again just from smelling the water in this restaurant.
"Let's go." She wiped her mouth.
Manager Huang stood to the side with his arms crossed, finally realizing belatedly that he seemed to have messed up, and stood there dumbfounded.
Zhang Junfei felt as if everything went black and he was seeing stars, as if he had been hit over the head with a club.
He shouldn't have had any expectations of Manager Huang. He thought that although the other party's business ability was mediocre, he was at least good at handling reception. He didn't have to keep an eye on such a small matter as entertaining guests. He was indeed too busy to be in two places at once.
Unexpectedly, this guy managed to mess up even this simple task.
Zhang Junfei wanted to make amends, but he didn't know what to say at this moment; he could only glare at Manager Huang and quickly follow his boss.
Manager Huang shouted "Hey, hey!" and hurriedly ran forward.
This matter could have ended there, even if the outcome was awkward and embarrassing.
But some people just have a screw loose and insist on showing off that they have a mouth.
The guests at the table who had just been eating monkey brains laughed when they saw Wang Xiao turn back.
Some people shook their heads: "Women are too timid to enjoy such delicious food."
The chef standing to the side wiping his hands was probably very proud of his skill in cracking the monkey's head and pouring boiling oil into its brain. He believed that he made a living by his skills and had the right to be proud.
He arrogantly raised his chin at the unsuspecting customer: "Not everyone is fortunate enough to eat this kind of imperial cuisine."
Manager Huang immediately frowned and scolded, "How dare you talk like that? Call your boss over here. Seriously, do you think you're above the law just because you run a restaurant?"
Seeing that things were going badly, the lobby manager quickly ran to find the boss.
The restaurant owner was dressed in a long robe and mandarin jacket, except for a queue (braid) hanging from his head. With Qing Dynasty palace dramas like "The Legend of Qianlong" being so popular these days, his attire didn't seem out of place.
He was playing with walnuts in his hand, and came out with a smile to smooth things over. He first apologized to Wang Xiao: "I'm sorry, Master Chef only knows how to work and not how to talk. He offended our distinguished guest. Please forgive him, Boss. Come, come, have a seat. Please do me the honor of joining us today. It's on me."
Just as Wang Xiao was about to refuse, a smacking sound rang out from the table of guests who had just finished enjoying monkey brains: "These women are really something else. Cry a little, and you get a promotion immediately. Throw something up, and someone's treating you right away. Times have really changed; there's definitely a market for naive young girls."
The head chef added fuel to the fire, saying, "Exactly! What kind of coward would come here to eat monkey brains if they don't have the guts?"
At the next table, the guests who were about to eat the monkey brains also joined in the commotion, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Wang Xiao was furious. She refused to eat, but she didn't stop others from eating either, yet they all bullied her.
good!
If that's the case, then nobody should eat it!
Wang Xiao chuckled softly and said slowly, "I really don't dare to eat it. I'm timid and afraid of dying."
The laughter in the dining room grew louder. During a lull in the laughter, she raised her voice: "After all, humans don't naturally have AIDS; it's gorillas that get it. But when the hunter used his axe to chop down the gorilla, he injured himself, and the HIV virus in the gorilla's blood was transmitted to the human."
Wang Xiao smiled slightly, "I'm timid and afraid of death. I have no idea what kind of virus might be in a warm, live monkey brain, or even AIDS?"
The laughter and chatter stopped, the hands that were scooping up monkey brains with spoons froze, and the guests who had just eaten the monkey brains all changed their expressions drastically.
In fact, in January 1994, AIDS was a new term for most Chinese people, and many had never even heard of it.
Those who are qualified to eat raw monkey brains in restaurants are either rich or powerful, and are well-informed. How could they not know about AIDS?
That can kill people; if you get it, you won't survive.
Wang Xiao even nodded to them, saying, "You gentlemen are all very brave, please enjoy your meal. I'm a coward, so I'll take my leave first!"
Ivanov, with the same standard smile, followed him out of the restaurant.
He just couldn't understand these people. Why would you provoke Wang for no reason? Was she the kind of person who would let herself get hurt?
Now look what's happened, nobody can eat it anymore.
It's hard to say whether this restaurant will be able to stay open in the future. After all, he is the son of an official and a newly rich man. He knows all too well what people with power and money are like. This group generally thinks their lives are more precious than others, and they are all afraid of dying.
Manager Huang's slow-witted brain finally caught on, and he hurriedly apologized to Wang Xiao: "Oh dear, Mr. Wang, I didn't think it through. How about this, let's go eat some Shanghainese cuisine. I know a particularly authentic restaurant."
"No need," Wang Xiao smiled kindly at him. "It's getting late, we have things to do. Manager Huang, you can continue with your work."
Manager Huang said with a bitter face, "Oh dear, Mr. Wang, look at the mess this has made."
But Wang Xiao had already gotten into the car and instructed the driver, "Drive."
Zhang Junfei, who had boarded the bus with him, couldn't bear the thought of disappearing without a trace. He had a lot to say, but with so many thoughts swirling up inside him, he couldn't utter a single word.
Although Wang Xiao still felt nauseous, seeing his appearance, she was really worried that he would suffocate himself, so she took the initiative to guide him to speak: "What do you want to say, Manager Zhang?"
Zhang Junfei blurted out, "Sorry, boss, I definitely won't sell monkey brains at the fish market."
As soon as he said it, he wanted to bury himself in concrete again.
Good heavens, why is he bringing up monkey brains all of a sudden?!
Wang Xiao put a piece of gum in her mouth, chewed it, and asked calmly, "Oh, so what are you planning to do?"
Zhang Junfei said despairingly about his plans: "Shanghai is different from Tokyo. The transportation is completely inadequate, so if you want to eat the freshest fish, you still have to eat it in the processing area outside the market."
Wang Xiao smiled slightly, encouraging him to continue speaking with a listening attitude.
The transportation issues he mentioned were one of the reasons why Wang Xiao approved his decision to continue building the fish market in Shanghai.
When Zhang Junfei, under Tang Yicheng's guidance, said he wanted to build a Tsukiji fish market in Shanghai, Wang Xiao was afraid they would just copy it blindly.
Given the current situation in Shanghai and Tokyo, to use an imperfect analogy, it's like a mediocre student trying to emulate a high achiever; they easily adopt a "take it or leave it" approach without considering the consequences, often overlooking the impact of urban development, especially infrastructure, on the industry.
In other words, Tang Yicheng and his colleagues had experience in fleet management and logistics, which made it easier for them to internalize the relevant influences in their subconscious during their work.
Seeing that the boss didn't interrupt him, Zhang Junfei became bolder and began to elaborate: "The Huanghe Road Market in Shanghai is a food street with lots of delicious food and a great reputation, attracting many people. If our fish market were to promote itself as a food city, it could also attract even more people."
He had never worked in the fish market, but he had done wholesale work in Suifenhe, dealing in clothing, shoes, socks, and other goods.
His understanding of the market is that you need a lot of people to drive business.
Moreover, the people who come here must be wealthy and powerful, so that the market positioning can be improved quickly.
Zhang Junfei spoke with increasing confidence: "The rich and powerful are well-informed and don't care about ordinary good things. So I think the key to stabilizing the fish market is bear's paw."
He was afraid his boss would blame him for misunderstanding the point; the fish market's sign clearly said seafood, so why was it bear paws?
"Because fresh seafood is no longer a rarity for them; many restaurants can prepare it. Bear paws are different; restaurants generally can't get the ingredients."
In Shanghai, delicacies like Australian lobster, king crab, grouper, and geoduck are commonplace and can be found in upscale restaurants.
Don't ask me how people can afford such expensive food when everyone only earns a few hundred dollars a month.
Shanghai has never lacked wealthy people.
He had heard from someone that 12 years ago, in 1982, someone got married at the Peace Hotel and hosted a banquet with 14 tables, which cost a total of 1066.82 yuan.
That was in 1982. Back then, the entire family of so many adults didn't even earn a thousand yuan a year.
Moreover, now.
A meal set up in a private room would cost at least four or five thousand yuan; otherwise, it wouldn't be presentable. In Shanghai these days, spending a fortune on a meal is normal.
Of course, the person treating others isn't someone with too much money to burn; rather, these days, there are rules about where to eat in business.
Do you think the expensive things are king crab and Australian lobster? No, the expensive things are opportunities to get in.
If you can entertain guests at upscale venues, it means your social standing has risen, and naturally, people will want to do business with you.
Zhang Junfei is ambitious: "Right now, the most upscale and popular area in Shanghai is Huanghe Road. It's the most prestigious place to eat. If you open a restaurant on Huanghe Road, some business owners will want to buy a house there. A 9-square-meter apartment can fetch 1.15 million yuan. The fish market is a latecomer, so in the future, a 9-square-meter apartment should be priced at least 500,000 yuan. Let's start with bear paws."
Ivanov became excited as he listened. Russia has a tradition of hunting bears, but Russians only want the bear skin and have little interest in any part of the bear meat.
He airlifted bear paws to China, but that was for Wang and her family to enjoy.
They had planned to send Chinese people to Russia to hunt bears as a tourist activity, and to allow them to sample bear paws along the way.
But I never thought of bringing bear paws to China to be a signature dish at my restaurant.
Good heavens, after opening a Chinese restaurant in Moscow, are they now going to expand into the Chinese catering industry?
How interesting.
Wang Xiao also thought this signature dish was good because they had airplanes and could airfreight bear paws over. They also had channels for things like deer tendons and deer antlers.
Seeing that the boss didn't object, Zhang Junfei became even more confident: "I want to make our fish market even more attractive than Huanghe Road. There are many restaurants there, but few markets. Besides bear paws, our fish market can also sell high-end fruits and flowers. Tokyo's Tsukiji Fish Market, in addition to fish, also sells high-end fruits and vegetables. We have a flight route to South Africa, and on the way back, we can bring back South African fruits and cut flowers. Imported goods are more upscale and more popular. There's also Tanzania. I don't know what they produce there yet, but I think it's an African country, so it must have its good products. I'll do some more research and utilize the return trips of these two routes as well. This will also help sell our goods from the trade center there."
Ivanov felt a chill run down his spine.
He thought the Chinese were terrifying.
They seem unable to tolerate anything idle; whether it's a person or an object, they want to make full use of it.
God, He silently prayed for the planes, "Thank you for your hard work, my old buddies."
Wang Xiao paused for a moment.
She had to admit that, regardless of whether Tang Yicheng was behind it all, Zhang Junfei at least presented himself as a remarkably intelligent student.
Being able to purchase local fruits from flights to Bucharest, airfreight Hungarian specialty grey beef from flights to Budapest, and buy local cherries from flights to Kyiv, and so on, and apply this knowledge to flights to Africa, how can that not be considered learning?
Imported fresh-cut flowers and high-end imported fruits can actually be found at seafood markets.
"Have you found a master chef yet?" Wang Xiao composed himself and reminded Zhang Junfei, "There aren't many chefs who can cook bear paws."
Zhang Junfei chuckled dryly: "I wanted to hire chefs from the Jinning Grand Hotel. They have a great reputation and are a good brand. However, the hotel and such are still in the planning stages, and we haven't started working on it yet."
Wang Xiao nodded and decided to give the whole advice at once: "If the master chef is unwilling to come to Shanghai, you can start with the household registration. Shanghai's educational resources are better than Jinning's. If your child comes to Shanghai with them, they will have a greater advantage in the college entrance examination."
Zhang Junfei was stunned: "Household registration?"
He admired his boss's approach of recruiting talent by starting with children's education.
Nowadays, most families only have one or two children, and children are precious. Therefore, their education is a major concern for parents.
Most importantly, when the head chef used this reason to resign from the Jinning Hotel, the hotel management was too embarrassed to appeal to his emotions and insisted on upholding collective honor. Otherwise, they would be jeopardizing the future of someone else's child.
But how do we start with household registration?
The fish market isn't a state-owned enterprise. Can it arrange employment for people and also resolve their household registration issues? I don't think so.
Wang Xiao shook his head: "You need to hire a secretary or assistant to keep a close eye on Shanghai's policies. On December 23rd last year, Shanghai approved the blue-stamp household registration system last month. Shanghai is currently attracting investment and promoting real estate, so those who invest and buy houses can obtain blue-stamp household registration. Take a look at the specific regulations yourself and make good use of them; it will also make recruiting easier."
Zhang Junfei was so ashamed he wanted to disappear.
He stayed in Shanghai for six months, but his boss still had to remind him of the city's policies.
Wang Xiao smiled and comforted him, saying, "It's impossible for a person to be perfect in every aspect. Don't skimp on money that shouldn't be skimped on."
After listening to the translation, Ivanov knew the cook problem could be solved. He winked at Wang Xiao and said, "Hey! Wang, how many bear paws should we ship over each day? If it's not enough, won't they start fighting?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The Chinese people's obsession with food is comparable to the Russians' love of clothing and fashion.
Wang Xiao was also afraid of causing trouble. It wasn't that the diners were really lacking in food, but rather that those who didn't get to eat would feel ignored and lose face.
“Auction!” Zhang Junfei came up with a quick idea. “When we don’t have enough bear paws, we can auction them off. The highest bidder wins, we won’t offend anyone, and it can even become a specialty of the restaurant.”
Wang Xiao didn't object: "It's your decision. You can make the decision about the Shanghai project yourself."
She had never worked in a fish market before, so how would she know how to do it best?
It can only be said that the 1990s was an era of unbridled growth. Shanghai during this period was full of countless possibilities.
The car passed a fast food restaurant next door, and Xiao Gao got out and bought everyone Coke, fried chicken legs, and bread.
Of course, it wasn't bought from KFC or McDonald's.
In 1994, although Shanghainese were willing to spend money, Western fast food chains had not yet spread all over the streets and alleys. This was just an ordinary fast food restaurant that also sold traditional dishes.
They probably added fried chicken legs to keep up with the trend and attract more young customers.
Manager Huang never gave up and kept chasing after them all the way to this point. He even sighed as he looked at the freshly fried chicken legs, "Oh dear, I didn't think this through. It should have been Western food. I should have treated them to Western food."
For the first time, Wang Xiao felt the urge to pinch someone's philtrum in front of a stranger.
This guy must come from a very wealthy family, otherwise it would be really hard for him to live like this.
Zhang Junfei, fearing he might say something shocking again, quickly handed him a chicken leg: "Alright, Manager Huang, look, we've started eating. The boss has other things to do, so you can go ahead with your work. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."
Manager Huang felt it was wrong, but there seemed to be nothing more he could do. So, after racking his brains, the only way he could think of to make amends was to insist on paying for the fried chicken legs, cola, and bread.
Wang Xiao was speechless.
After everyone parted ways and got into their respective cars, she munched on a chicken leg and subconsciously exclaimed, "What a talent!"
Zhang Junfei smiled wryly: "He, well, Manager Huang is lucky. Although he's just so-so in his work, his sister is in a position."
Wang Xiao became curious and asked, "Who is his sister?"
Zhang Junfei gave his name, then said with a look of utter dismay, "Actually, his sister isn't very good at being an official either. When she was the top official in the district, she never did anything crazy. But she's good at crying. She went to a member of the Standing Committee's house and cried her eyes out. As a result, she got promoted."
Ivanov asked curiously, "Is his sister very beautiful?"
Well, looking at Huang, I'm afraid he can't even imagine it.
Zhang Junfei quickly explained, "No, it's because the Standing Committee member is a filial son, especially devoted to his mother. His sister went to the old lady to cry, and the old lady said she was a good comrade."
Well, if Mr. Ivanov weren't the boss, he, a foreigner, would never have said such a thing.
It's an open secret, but it's still embarrassing to say it out loud.
Wang Xiao shook her head; in her eyes, it was no big deal for a high-ranking official to be crying his eyes out.
Don't think that only women use this trick.
Throughout ancient Chinese history, there have been many officials who rose through the ranks while weeping, and none of them were women.
What she really cared about was that this person actually got the position by crying.
What's frightening isn't that the old lady is senile, but that a senile old lady with no official position can so easily influence the promotion of local bureau-level officials.
What's even more tragic is that this kind of thing has never stopped, and we don't know when it will stop.
Zhang Junfei explained, "With Manager Huang as the project manager, things like handling paperwork can be much easier."
Only someone as lucky as Manager Huang would dare to live so carefree.
Wang Xiao shook his head as he listened.
Therefore, no matter how high a boss's position is, they dare not easily offend people.
Because you never know which powerful figure you might unintentionally offend, or what kind of trouble they might cause you. The saying "even a dragon crossing the river can't suppress a local snake" perfectly illustrates this point.
She took a bite of the chicken leg and then a bite of bread.
Compared to her slow and deliberate eating, the bodyguards ate much faster.
Nikola was already wiping his hands when he asked curiously, "Besides bear paws, what other parts of the bear do Chinese cuisines eat?"
He was thinking that if he only ate the bear paws, it would be a waste not to eat all the remaining bear meat.
Wang Xiao really didn't know.
She had only heard of bear bile because a news story about a pharmaceutical company extracting bear bile had gone viral.
Zhang Junfei was equally unaware.
In his opinion, wild game is just so-so.
Let's not even talk about wild boar. When I was a kid, we would hunt wild boar in the village, and every household would get a share of the meat. It was incredibly tough and had a pungent, fishy smell.
He had no idea how the heroes in martial arts novels could roast wild boar meat and eat it so deliciously even without a single grain of salt.
There's also black muntjac, where the skin and meat are indistinguishable. It was stewed in a pressure cooker for half a day, and if you bite into it too hard, the meat just pops right out of your mouth. It doesn't taste good either; it tastes like the strongest-tasting old goat.
Given this, even though bear sounds particularly prestigious, Zhang Junfei still suspected that its meat was of poor quality.
Otherwise, why only talk about eating bear paws and not about eating bear meat?
Ivanov grinned mischievously from the side, "How about I give you my advice? As long as it doesn't kill anyone, just say bear meat is an aphrodisiac. I guarantee it'll be a hit. Hey, really, why are black truffles so expensive? Because they're an aphrodisiac!"
Zhang Junfei felt a chill run down his spine after hearing the translation.
He was particularly afraid that Mr. Wang would get angry.
Talking about male enhancement in front of Boss Wang seems like being a pervert.
As a result, Wang Xiao didn't take it seriously at all, and instead thought Ivanov's suggestion was particularly practical.
Enhancing male virility is a lifelong pursuit for almost every man.
Especially wealthy and powerful men, they all want to show off their prowess.
Bear-like spirit, majestic spirit, that's good.
She glanced at Ivanov and nodded: "Yes, that's very fair. As expected of you, you know best what you lack."
“Hey!” Ivanov protested. “I’m talking about them. I don’t need them. I don’t need any of these.”
His response was a long burst of laughter.
Haha, whatever makes you happy.
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Note: It's important to emphasize that the story of Manager Huang's sister in the text does not allude to any specific person. Similar stories do exist (so please don't accuse A Jin of deliberately criticizing any group. All groups have those who hold positions without merit or competence), but not in this era or place. Apart from specifically mentioned real historical figures, all characters in the novel are fictional.
Some of the historical background in it is true.
For example, in December 1993, the Shanghai Municipal Government approved the blue-stamp household registration system.
For example, the high-end catering market in Shanghai was booming in those days.
The extravagance people displayed in spending money back then was astonishing.
There's a little story about this. In the 1990s, someone invited the top executive of Baosteel to dinner, spending 40,000 yuan. The executive only stayed for half an hour and didn't even touch his chopsticks. Yet, the person who paid for the dinner was still very happy.
Those who spend money lavishly include not only business people, but also stock speculators and those in finance. Shanghai is one of the regions in mainland China where the financial market recovered relatively early.
^_^ Back in the 1980s, when treasury bonds were still considered worthless in mainland China, people in Shanghai were already reselling them.
In addition, people in the 1990s really dared to eat anything.
The holiday is almost over.
There are more than 360 days a year when I don't want to go to work.
I saw the fireworks show, drone performance, and iron flower fireworks during Chinese New Year this year. I was lucky; the place I chose wasn't too crowded, so I didn't have to stare at heads. ^_^
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