Chapter 542: If you want to get the divine blessing, you must eat it yourself.
I parked my car in the Sheraton's basement garage and took the elevator up to the first floor. Qing Ruo was waiting for me in the coffee lounge in the lobby.
I stood in the hall and looked out. She stood up and waved to me. I walked over and sat down.
"I asked Mr. Chen and found out that you were hosting another event. Is that event very important?"
“Yes.”
"Oh, and it's in English. That means the event was very successful and you're in a good mood."
I chuckled twice.
"The vice president of Sheraton and I are friends. We signed the contract at 9:30. We got the first big order for this street. Now, let's go to Wuyang Street and take a look."
Wuyang Road is the busiest commercial street in Shangzhou, a city known for its food, drink, and entertainment.
From the arrogant slogans of the shops on this street, you can tell how good the business is.
A sign outside a soda shop reads: "Please line up, or the owner will go on strike."
Arrogant, if you go on strike, I won't buy. But there's still a long queue outside.
Another fried chicken shop had a warning sign on its door: "We will not sell to anyone who shouts loudly."
As a result, everyone who entered the store became very quiet.
A restaurant called "Really Delicious" had a sign on its wall: "If the taste is bad, please call the police."
The shop next door had a sign: "If it tastes good, tell ten people. If it doesn't, tell a hundred people. 365 days a year, the boss lady is taking a half-day break."
Haha, the business is so good that the store is bullying the customers and has a completely condescending attitude - come if you want, forget it if you don’t want, we don’t need any staff.
Despite being so cruel to customers, they still love it like their first love. There are always a lot of people coming to the store every day.
Occupying Wuyang Street is like digging up a gold mine for mineral water.
Qing Ruo and I walked through the crowd and finally saw the staff selling goods on the street. They wore a ribbon slung across their backs with a line of words on it: "Payment will be settled in three months."
I smiled at Qing Ruo and said, "That's a good idea."
She said, "If you follow the master every day, you will definitely make some progress."
One, two, three... ten, a hundred.
I saw more and more salesmen going in and out of convenience stores, restaurants, and small shopping malls on the streets.
Some were signing contracts, some were moving goods, and they were busy coming in and out.
After walking around, I said, "No need to look any further."
Qing Ruo said, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Cao, and Mr. Xiao are all busy. Xiaoxia and I will have lunch with you."
I said, "No need for lunch. Let's see how things go in a few days, then have a review meeting and celebrate properly."
"You... have something else to say?"
"Yes. I'm officiating the groundbreaking ceremony for Mr. Deng's hospital today. We have a rule in our industry. We have to eat this meal with the host."
"Oh. You have quite a lot of rules."
"Without rules, there will be no order."
Qing Ruo said with some regret: "I'll treat you another day." (In view of some readers who have rich imaginations, I am now more cautious when writing "another day" and always write "another day").
After parting with Qingruo, I drove back to Huaxi Building.
Mr. Deng joked, "The shareholding system is good. Mr. Cheng said you would definitely go to the Rising Sun for dinner. I was sure you would come back."
I said, "There are rules in our line of work. If you invite the gods to your master, you must eat with him. Otherwise, the God of Land will be dissatisfied."
Mr. Deng asked, “What’s the explanation for this?”
"This is called taking away the gods' blessing. The gods didn't actually eat your three animals; they gave them to us to eat. If we don't eat them, they'll be unhappy."
President Deng said, "Chicken, meat, and fish are blessings bestowed upon us by the gods. Is that what you mean?"
"right."
Mr. Deng touched his head and immediately called the staff over and said:
"Don't eat out. Ask the canteen to cook the three animals for the gods and two extra vegetables. Then prepare a table for us."
After lunch, I drove home and had a good sleep. I didn't wake up until 4 pm.
After washing my face, I feel much more refreshed.
When I went downstairs, my mother saw me and said, "I see you've been busy these past few days. Isn't it time for a few days of rest?"
I smiled and said, "I'll take a week off. I won't go no matter who asks me."
My mother said, "Your face is getting thinner and your chin is getting more pointed. Don't work so hard. I'll go buy some chickens and drink a few bowls of chicken soup every day."
After that, she left.
At dinner, my mother stewed a chicken. I ate a bowl. She said, "Have another bowl."
I said, "I'm full."
Without giving me any explanation, she served me another bowl. I looked at her with dismay and said, "Isn't this a waste?"
She said with a fierce face: "When your father was young, he could eat three bowls."
My father said, "Back then, people couldn't eat enough or wear warm clothes. Your thinking is stuck in decades ago."
At that moment, my phone rang. I immediately stood up. It was Yu Fang. She said she would come to my house at 7 p.m.
It was something that could have been said in just one sentence, but I ended up chatting with her for a long time, waiting for my mother to leave the restaurant.
After chatting for a while, Yu Fang said, "Teacher Wan, you really care about me and ask me questions carefully about every aspect. I feel very warm."
I thought to myself, I’m not particularly warm, mainly because my mother hasn’t left yet, and I’m warming you just to buy time.
When I went back in, my parents had indeed left. Xiaolin immediately poured most of the liquid into his own bowl and said:
"Drink it quickly, or I'll come in and sit here again and have to watch you finish it."
I drank it in one gulp, wiped my mouth with a piece of napkin, and said softly:
"You've changed. You love your husband now."
She gave me a stern look.
I hummed a little tune and walked out of the kitchen. My mother glared at me and said, "You drank it anyway. Chicken soup is nutritious. Drink more and you'll grow more weight."
I really wanted to laugh and couldn't hold it back, so I went straight out and took a walk by the lake.
I seldom visited the pavilion in the middle of the lake. From the pavilion came the beautiful sound of the erhu. I walked towards the pavilion.
An old man was sitting there playing the erhu, oblivious to the surroundings. I sat opposite him and listened quietly.
After playing a song, he stopped and looked at me.
I said, "You play beautifully."
He said, "Do you like playing the erhu too?"
I nodded and played a song called "Seeing Smoke Again".
The old man nodded and said, "I learned it when I was little, but I haven't played it much since then. The main reason is that the transition notes are not natural. If you can play the transition well, you will be a good player."
I said, "That's right. I learned it from my dad when I was a kid, but later I just played it occasionally."
He asked, “Where do you work?”
"Not working, freelance."
The old man looked at me again and asked, "Do you live in the first villa opposite?"
I nodded.
The old man smiled and said, "You look a bit like your father. Your father often plays the erhu with me."
I said, "Yeah. That's why I came to check it out."
He said, “I heard you’re very good.”
I shook my head.
He sighed, "I told your father a few days ago that I would bring my daughter to see you. Your father said you were very busy recently."
"Yes. However, starting from tomorrow, we will have a week off. You can come anytime."
He looked at me again and said, "Your father is lucky. He is well-educated. You are so good at making money, but he never said anything to you."
At the end of last month, I learned from others that your father has such an outstanding son who can make money."
I smiled and asked, "Where did you work before?"
He said, "Provincial People's Art Museum."
I said goodbye to the old man. I thought to myself, Provincial People's Art Museum, no wonder he plays the erhu so well, he should be called an expert.
However, today's experts seem to have become vulgar, and their only goal in evaluating people is whether they can make money.
I looked at the time and it was almost half past six, so I walked back.
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