Volume 3 Summer Rain Chapter 0327 Young Master
Early in the morning, Nan Yi ran from Yuyuan Road to Jingcheng West Road, then turned into Taixing Road, turned right into Xinzha Road, crossed the Waibaidu Bridge, turned right again into Guangfu Road, ran along Guangfu Road for a while, and arrived at the legendary Sihang Warehouse.
After staying at the Sihang Warehouse for a while, he ran back to Fang Mansion along the same route.
After washing up, put yesterday's leftovers in the pot, add some water, and slowly cook it over the fire.
Here, I cut the mustard tuber I bought yesterday into thin slices, fished out a few pieces of bright red fermented bean curd from the jar, cut some pickled cucumbers and rose kohlrabi, and poured some yellow mud snails out of the glass jar;
Cut some peppers, roast the dragon heads [marinated shrimp, in some places may be called headless fish, very common in the 1980s and 1990s, the price is also very cheap], blanch them in boiling water, stir-fry them with oil, and you can serve it without adding any seasoning.
The faucet is very salty when roasted, so there is no need to add salt.
Soaked rice, pickled mustard tuber, pickled cucumber, fermented bean curd, and fried edamame with pickled vegetables are the mainstream breakfast for Shanghainese nowadays. Nanyi follows the local customs and experiences the morning of Shanghainese people.
The faucet was already on the stove, and Nan Yi cut the remaining tofu from yesterday into square pieces and put them in a dish. He sprinkled a few grains of Lanjiang MSG on the tofu, poured a little spicy soy sauce, and inserted chopsticks into the tofu and mashed it around. The tofu was mashed into pieces, and it looked very ugly, but it also ensured that the tofu could absorb the full flavor.
Everything was ready on Nan Yi's side, and on the other side, the school beauty just came back with two chopsticks of fried dough sticks.
"Is it freshly boiled?"
“It’s freshly fried.”
"Oh, do they sell pancakes over there where youtiao are sold?"
"Yes, there are rectangular and round ones, and they are sprinkled with sesame seeds."
"That's great. Let's go out for breakfast tomorrow. Put down the fried dough sticks and go upstairs to wake up Leng Yan. She really thinks she's a big shot. It's already so late and she still hasn't gotten up."
After the school beauty left, Nan Yi took the fried dough sticks off the chopsticks, cut each stick in half, then found a pair of scissors and cut the fried dough sticks into pieces.
At half past seven, Nan Yi and the other two had almost finished their meal when Leng Yan came down from upstairs wearing her pajamas and a down jacket. Her hair was still messy, and her face looked wiped, but eye boogers could be seen in the corners of her eyes.
"Huh... I haven't adjusted to the jet lag yet, why did you wake me up so early?" Yawning, Leng Yan sat down next to Nan Yi and said dejectedly.
"How can you be so capable? Your boss has already left at five o'clock, and you got up at seven-thirty and still say it's early?" Nan Yi picked up the soft fried dough sticks in the bowl, blew on them, and put them in his mouth. It tasted delicious.
"You are torturing me, aren't you? I didn't fall asleep until midnight yesterday. From now on, my working hours will be from 8am to 10pm. Other than that, it's my private time. Don't worry about what I do. Eat slowly. I'll go back and take a nap."
Facing Leng Yan's back as she left, Nan Yi said coldly, "Eight in the morning, but you said it yourself. If you don't get up by eight o'clock, I will go up and pour a basin of cold water on you. Don't blame me then."
"Hmph, you can talk about it after you get into my room."
Nan Yi did not reply and continued to eat his soaked rice. After he finished eating, he returned to his room, changed into a new cotton sweater, put on a fake collar that looked similar to women's underwear, put on a sweater on the outside, and finally put on a khaki Zhongshan suit. He pinned two pens, one with a blue cap and one with a red cap, in the upper pockets.
I put on a pair of jeans and yellow work leather shoes. The furry ones were very warm, but the quality of the leather was not very good and there was a bad smell.
Nan Yi's outfit was serious yet slightly fashionable, and fashionable yet a bit simple. At first glance, he looked like an outstanding young worker in a factory.
Once he picked up a Shanghai briefcase with four iron legs, the outstanding young worker became an accountant from a village with relatively good conditions.
I stuffed a canning jar, a teacup, a work manual, two oranges, a book titled "Establishing a Life Outlook of Serving the People", some Mao Zedong notes, and a small stack of national grain coupons into the bag.
After walking out of Fang Mansion and walking a distance to the left, you will arrive at the bus stop. After waiting for a while, a green tram stopped with a series of ding-ding-ding sounds.
With a loud noise, the iron-gate-shaped door was opened. Nan Yi followed the crowd into the car. Instead of going inside, he stopped at the empty seat next to the conductor.
He reached out to the handle of the glass window and pulled it up with force, opening the window a tiny bit to allow some wind to seep into the car and disperse some of the foul air in the car. Then Nan Yi sat on the yellow wooden chair.
He looked up at the top of the car, which was equipped with a long horizontal bar for passengers to hold on to. After looking at the roof, Nan Yi looked forward again. The driver was standing at the front, with no steering wheel on the side. After observing for a while, he found that he had to use his feet to brake and horn.
Just as they arrived at the turning, the driver pressed the horn with his foot, and a brass bell in the car rang. This sound was very special. He had also seen it in heart-wrenching love movies set in the Anti-Japanese War.
The tram was very slow. After leaving Yuyuan Road, people would jump on the tram from time to time. The conductor was probably used to it and had experience. She waited for a group of people to jump on the tram before closing the door. She took out an iron box from her schoolbag, opened it, held it in her hands, and shouted, "Buy tickets, buy tickets."
The tram has two carriages. The conductor started selling tickets from the back and came to Nan Yi a few minutes later.
"Where are you going?"
"The Bund, three people, how much?"
"75 cents."
After buying the ticket, Nan Yi quietly looked at the scenery outside the window . The rush hour had passed, there were few cars and people on the road, and only a few pedestrians were walking on the road.
Some walk on their own, while others are attracted by the sound of the tram and stare at it for a while. The different reactions basically distinguish the locals from outsiders.
At this time, many factories in other places can be related to Shanghai. Naturally, there are also many people who come to Shanghai on business trips. Coming to Shanghai on business trips is considered a good job. If there is room for competition, people will basically fight for it.
When they come, they travel light, but when they leave, they carry a lot of luggage. Some relatives and neighbors ask the business travelers to bring back a few bags of White Rabbit milk candy, mechanical alarm clocks, or thermos bottles.
For the same thing, you can always buy something prettier and of better quality in Shanghai, not to mention that you can buy things in Shanghai that you can’t buy in other cities.
The tram took more than an hour to reach the Bund after a long and shaky journey.
Get off the bus, cross an intersection, pass a security booth standing in mid-air, and walk a few steps to the bank of the Huangpu River.
It was a coincidence that there was a film crew filming by the river, and the scene was a bit out of season. I saw Emperor Zhang Runshe and another actor wearing autumn clothes, squatting by the Huangpu River, smoking and talking.
At this moment, Zhang Runshe still looks like a pretty boy, not greasy at all, and he probably isn't that horny yet.
Nan Yi took a few glances and then turned his attention to the ship on the Huangpu River.
There are all kinds of ships on the river, including large steel ships, wooden cargo ships, small sampans, and even cement ships.
After looking at the boat, Nan Yi turned his gaze to the opposite side of the river. His eyes saw the Pearl Tower that did not exist yet, and the tall buildings rising from the ground. He also saw the hundreds of billions of dollars piled there waiting for him to move.
After looking for a while, Nan Yi turned his head to the north, where the Nan family’s freight terminals were neatly arranged. The containers were filled with money buckets, which were overflowing with gold.
Nan Yi withdrew his gaze, leaned against the guardrail, and looked to the east, where was Nanyi East Road. In the spring a few years later, he would draw a circle there, dig a few holes, and sow hundreds of millions of seeds.
In autumn, each seed will fission and produce thousands of fruits.
Nan Yi was imagining the future here. On the side close to the crew, there were two young men in their thirties sitting in a Lada, staring at Gong Xue, who was standing next to the camera and did not need to act.
"Brother Chen, Gong Xue is really beautiful, but she is a little old."
"What do you know? A woman in her thirties is at her most mature and the most interesting."
There were two people in the car, one was named Chen Meng, the other was named Hu Xiaoyang. Their fathers were both working hard in Shanghai. They didn't have any other hobbies except women. As long as the woman was beautiful, they would use all kinds of tricks to get her.
They use every possible means, including deception, abduction, coercion and exploitation.
Chen Meng also has a serious job, which is the uncrowned king. Every time he finishes something, he will have a professional habit of interviewing the women he has defiled, and then compile the interview results into a "Battle Record" for him to reminisce in his spare time.
I have to say, it’s quite fun.
Gong Xue, who had been staring at the camera for a long time, looked up and saw Lada parked not far away. Her face turned pale and her body trembled. She muttered to herself unnaturally: "It's these people again. What on earth do they want to do?"
In fact, Gong Xue knew very well what they wanted to do, and it was all aimed at her body.
"It's you!"
