After this tour, Nan Yi finally saw some Asian faces , and also learned that there was already a Chinese restaurant in Dibai.
In 1976, the first Chinese restaurant in Dubai, the Golden Dragon Restaurant, was opened. However, the owner was Indian, so it could be said to be Indian Chinese food.
In 1977, the Mandarin Chinese Restaurant opened. This time the owner was from Hong Kong, and it served authentic Cantonese cuisine.
In 1980, the Chinese restaurant opened. At first, the owner was a European. In 1981, it was transferred to a Taiwanese. Now it has several sub-brands and branches all over the UAE.
In 1983, Dynasty Chinese Restaurant opened, owned by the Dibai AL Mulla family. In 1987, Summer Palace Chinese Restaurant opened. Nan Yi didn’t figure out where the owner was from, but he was definitely not Chinese.
On the plane, Nan Yi marked Chinese restaurants, shopping malls, markets and landmark buildings on the map of Debai.
Looking at the marked map, Nan Yi studied it for a while and then drew three circles on it.
"Zhen Hyuk, are you outside?"
Nan Yi took out the satellite phone and called Han Zhenhe.
“President, I’m on Sheikh Zayed Road.”
"I'll tell you three sets of numbers, please remember them."
"President, wait a moment."
There was a click on the other end of the phone, followed by some rustling.
"President, please speak."
"15.6, 23.5; 19.4, 18.2; 22.3, 15.7, remember?"
“I remember.”
"Well, the scale of the map in your hand is the same as mine. The numbers in the front are measured from north to south in centimeters, and the numbers in the back are measured from west to east. Draw horizontal and vertical lines, and the point where the two lines intersect is the center of the circle. Draw a circle with a radius of 3 centimeters. Find out who owns these three plots of land, and then check the nearby planning."
"Understood, President."
"By the way, find an office that can accommodate 20 people." Nan Yi thought for a moment and added.
"yes."
"That's it. Be careful."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi picked up a book called "Postpartum Care for Cows" and read it while taking notes seriously.
…
"A monkey is a father, and the father is a monkey, and he is wearing a red police uniform..."
As soon as Nan Yi stepped into Scarlett Manor, Nan Wuwei jumped out and sang and danced to Nan Yi.
"It seems that your butt is really itchy. Daddy is Monkey Detective, who are you?" Nan Yi grabbed the agitated Nan Wuwei and picked him up.
"Of course I'm Old K."
"Dad is the monkey detective, why aren't you the police dog Mika?"
"No, I don't want to be a police dog." Nan Wuwei curled his lips and said, "Dad, why did you take so long? Didn't you say you would be back in two days?"
"Dad went to look at the trash can where he found you. What a pity, I didn't see you kissing dad or mom."
"Dad, I'm four years old."
"Not yet. Your birthday isn't here yet."
"nominal age."
"Okay, okay, you're four years old now, I can't lie to you anymore." Nan Yi pinched Nan Wuwei's nose and asked, "Where's your brother?"
"At war."
"What kind of war?"
"Standing on both sides of the Yellow River, holding confidential documents, with machine gun fire in front and artillery fire behind."
"Hmm? Did I teach you this limerick?"
Nan Yi thought about it and couldn't remember when he had told Nan Wuwei about this doggerel.
“Yes.”
Nan Wuwei nodded.
"Oh." Nan Yi responded, put Nan Wuwei on the ground, and tidied up his clothes and scarf. "What are you playing today?"
"No, my brother and I are going to clean up the house for the mother cats. Dad, several mother cats are pregnant."
"Oh, Daddy will work with you to make Mommy Cat's house warm. Mommy Cat is very afraid of the cold."
"Uh-huh."
At noon in Nanyi, by the time we finished keeping the cattery warm, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon.
There's no way, there are too many catteries.
There are more than 300 catteries, but it is far from enough to have one cat per cat. Nan Yi is thinking about sending the kittens born this time to the farm. If the cat population continues to grow, the woods in the manor will not be able to support them.
"Has the DEA taken over the Logan Farm case?" Nan Yi asked Scarlett at the dinner table.
"It has been taken over. The person in charge is called Killian. He hates evil and never shows mercy to drug dealers."
"Oh, who of his was screwed by the drug dealer?"
"His wife, to be exact, was his ex-wife. His ex-wife died of a drug overdose in revenge for him being caught by drug dealers."
"That's perfect. I think drug dealers don't need to be tried. Sending them directly to see God is the best way. Scarlett, attacking a farm will definitely require the cooperation of an elite force. Which team do you think it will be?"
"Do you want to buy insurance?" Scarlett looked at Nan Yi and asked.
"It's better to buy some insurance. If we try to finish off the enemy ourselves, we'll probably get into trouble."
"Yeah, I'll get someone to do it." Scarlett responded, and then said, "Adam, it's been a long time since Medellin went there, what are you going to do?"
"People are easy to deal with, but money is hard to deal with. Wouldn't you be tempted by tens of billions of dollars in cash?"
The Medellin Group shot down two agricultural planes from the Brothers Farm. Nan Yi has always been thinking about this matter. Whenever he has time, Arctic Fox will sneak into Colombia to investigate this group.
"Of course I'm tempted, but the money is too troublesome and hard to get."
"Yes, it's not easy to get, so I don't have to get the money, but I must take revenge. I'm waiting for the right opportunity. Our people must not die in vain."
"There are two more planes, Adam. Those two planes are worth $270,000." Scarlett raised her wine glass and gestured to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi picked up his glass and said, "Cheers to the poor airplane."
A few days later, Han Zhenhe rented an office in Dibai. Far East Trading, which had a lot of business every year but no employees, began to look for a general manager.
One afternoon, Nan Yi took his two sons to the Qiqiao Research Institute.
After sending his two sons to the culture room to see what was new, Nan Yi went into Curtis' laboratory alone.
"Professor Curtis, any good news?"
When Nan Yi entered the laboratory, Curtis was enjoying his "afternoon dessert".
Hearing Nan Yi's voice, Curtis put down the half-eaten cockroach energy block in his hand, "Adam, I have a stomach ulcer, did you know?"
"Yes, I am very concerned about the health of you researchers. I am aware of everyone's physical condition."
"Then I can tell you that my stomach ulcer has gotten much better, just because of eating this." Curtis pointed at the cockroach energy block and said.
"Curtis, if this is what you call good news, then it's really not worth my trip. In our country, cockroaches have always been a kind of medicine. I know that it is not only useful for stomach problems, but also for tonsillitis, urinary problems, asthma, and snake and insect bites."
"Adam, I know. I have asked someone to translate information about cockroaches from various countries, including traditional Chinese medicine. After I found that cockroaches can treat my stomach ulcer, I did some research on their medicinal uses. Take a look."
Curtis took out a few pages of document paper and handed them to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi took the information and started reading it. It said: "Cockroaches can improve cell-specific immunity and humoral-specific immunity, activate non-specific immune cells, regulate human immune function, and stabilize human physiology."
"Curtis, what does it mean to stabilize human physiology?"
“Delaying aging.”
“Is the effect obvious?”
"I didn't study it in depth, Adam. I'm not a medical researcher and my knowledge of medical theory is limited."
"Um."
Nan Yi nodded and continued to read the information.
"Cockroaches are effective in treating hepatitis B, congenital heart disease, coronary heart disease, renal failure, cor pulmonale, heart failure, hyperthyroidism, diabetes, and severe anemia. They are suspected to have a certain therapeutic effect on primary liver cancer and are suspected to quickly relieve acute cardiovascular diseases..."
After reading the information, Nan Yi said to Curtis, "The whole article is full of uncertainty. Curtis, are you just guessing, or do you have some data to support it?"
"Of course." Curtis picked up a few files on the table and showed them to the reader. "The data is here, Adam. You can give it to the person who takes over the research."
Nan Yi glanced at the document, which was full of molecular formulas that he couldn't understand.
"Curtis, the scenery in Lijiapo is nice. You should go there for a few days and communicate with the researchers there."
Curtis pointed to the maggots in the petri dish and said, "Adam, I found something interesting from these little cuties. I need to take the time to observe them in the next few days."
"Okay, then I'll ask the researchers over there to come over." Nan Yi stood up and walked to Curtis, looking closely at the petri dish: "What did you find?"
"It's hard to tell for now. We need to observe further." Curtis said, putting his eyes close to the microscope again.
"Well, have you made any progress in the research on feed?"
"Yes, maggots are a very good live bait for fish. They have high nutritional value and can be twice as much as bone and meat meal."
"All fish or which ones?"
"I was experimenting with Asian carp, all kinds of Asian carp."
"OK, I got it. I'll let the others take over. You continue." Nan Yi turned around and prepared to leave, but after thinking about it, he took three nutrition bars from the table. "Curtis, are you sure this is hygienic?"
Curtis looked up at the energy block in Nan Yi's hand and said, "I have been eating it for two years and I am very healthy. Adam, if you want, you can put it on the market at any time."
“There’s no rush to sell it, wait until its added value is greater.”
Nan Yi walked out of the laboratory and came to the culture room, and went to the side of his two sons who were looking at something curious in front of a cage.
"Have you seen enough? It's time for us to go."
"Daddy, what is this? It's so ugly." Nan Youqiong said, pointing at an animal in a cage.
Nan Yi took a look and said, "Star-nosed mole, don't be fooled by its ugly appearance, it is very powerful. As for why it is powerful, you can go back and read the book. Dad tells you that the star-nosed mole is a treasure. As long as you study it thoroughly, you can invent many things."
"oh."
The two kids nodded and spoke in unison.
After the trip to the Qiqiao Research Institute, Nan Yi took the two children to attend the meetings of SGF, Adler Future's NGL New Gasoline, NA Holdings, NAF Mining and other companies, so that they could feel the atmosphere first.
Afterwards, the two children got their first rifle in their lives, and Nan Yi began to teach them American Wing Chun.
After that, Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei adopted the leapfrog strategy, first jumping to Paris, then to Tokyo and Hong Kong, and finally jumping back to the capital.
As soon as he returned to the old villa, Nan Wuwei went straight to the phone.
After a while, Wen Yuanyuan sent a secret message from a narrow open space: "Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts are blooming."
Hearing the secret signal, Zhuma whipped himself and rode away.
Although Nan Yi was not there, the ordered newspapers would still be delivered, and Yan Du would help him put the newspapers away.
There was no noise around him. Nan Yi lit a stove in the yard, sat on the teapot, moved the rocking chair into the yard, and read the newspaper leisurely.
The newspapers were quite lively with a lot of news, but not much was useful to Nan Yi.
The Beijing International Telecommunications Bureau was established. In the future, phone calls can be easily made to all parts of the world. Secondly...
Ring ring ring!
Nan Yi walked into the living room and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table. After answering the call, he started to scold: "Do you know how much one minute costs? You'd better say it's 59 seconds, so as not to make me feel like I'm losing money."
There was no need to wait to identify who was on the other end of the phone. The mobile phone in Nan Yi's hand was bought with Chen Feng's help, and he was the only one who knew the number. If it wasn't Chen Feng calling, then it was someone else who called the wrong number. It wouldn't be wrong to just start scolding him.
"I'm calling you using my mobile phone, why don't you pay the same fee?" Chen Feng said on the other end of the phone.
"Fuck, don't think I don't know that your company pays for your phone bill."
"I'm not talking to you. Where is it?"
"Yangcheng."
"Speak human language."
"Then why are you asking? If there is a signal, of course I am in Beijing."
"I know you are in the capital, I am asking where you are."
"Home."
"Wait, I'll be there now."
"Don't hang up, there are still 20 seconds left, sing a song for me."
"Beating sex."
Putting the phone back on the coffee table, Nan Yi returned to the yard and continued reading the newspaper.
Before I had finished reading a page of the newspaper, Chen Feng arrived.
Chen Feng ran to the living room and moved a stool, and took out a cup, "Call Lai Biao, and we'll have mutton hotpot tonight."
"I'm bored, let's change something else." Nan Yi said as he put the newspaper aside.
"What else can we eat in winter if not mutton hotpot?"
"You can do whatever you want, as long as it's not shabu-shabu. I mean, today isn't the weekend, so how do you have time to sneak out?"
Chen Feng said without interruption: "I am a leader after all, so what's wrong with me sneaking out?"
"Oh, I forgot, you are also a manager."
Chen Feng glanced at Nan Yi and did not retort. Instead, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs, and said, "You owe our chairman a favor for the 500,000 last time."
"Why, your chairman is here to redeem a favor?"
For the sake of Shengchen Pharmaceutical, Nan Yi once borrowed 500,000 yuan from Huazhong Trade. He repaid the public favor on the spot, but still owed the private favor.
"No, it's just that our chairman has a brother-in-law who has some money and doesn't know what to do with it. I thought you could give him some advice, which would be considered a favor."
"How much money?"
"About fifty or sixty."
"What do you do at home?"
"From the judicial perspective."
"The judicial department..." Nan Yi thought for a while and said, "This is easy. Find a product with a relatively high labor cost and talk to the prison about cooperation. They pay the money and the prison provides the people."
"Prison is terrible." Chen Feng shook his head.
"What about the detention center?"
"This should work."
Nan Yi asked thoughtfully: "How are the people?"
"Not bad, otherwise, I wouldn't bother with this."
"See you tomorrow then."
"Any ideas?"
"I guess so. We'll talk about it when we meet."
"Okay, I'll let him know tomorrow." Chen Feng responded and said, "Where are the videotapes? I'll pick a few and take them away."
"On the shelf."
"Don't be silly, you know what I want."
"I was told to burn it long ago. I didn't know Wuwei was here. If he had dug it out, I would have had the nerve to do it."
"Tsk, what a waste." Chen Feng sighed, "It's still two hours before dinner time, why don't you take out the game console and play some games?"
"In the drawer under the TV cabinet. Go play by yourself. I want to read the newspaper."
"Who wants to play with your broken machine? I want to play Wuwei's."
Nan Yi pointed towards a narrow open space and said, "Wu Wei is right there, go ask him yourself."
"Forget it, just play with your junk."
If you ask Chen Feng to ask a child for a toy to play with, he really can't do it.
After Chen Feng left, Nan Yi continued to read the newspaper.
As time entered 1988, entrepreneurs' capital attributes began to awaken, or their "selfish" attributes began to awaken.
Those who handed over their properties to the collective in the past few years are now regretting it. They have started to contract out their properties again, hoping to get their properties back in disguise.
The leaders of state-owned enterprises that had previously been established with the help of their units began to think about making the enterprises their own, or at least partly their own.
In order to facilitate the development of Meiliang Computer's business, Liu Meiliang used the same method that Nan Yi had used before and established a Xiangkeng Meiliang Company in Xiangkeng. This company will be the sole agent for the import business of Jingcheng Meiliang Computer.
This company is a joint-stock company. Among the other two shareholders, one has a business and interest relationship with Liu Meiliang, and the other is a state-owned enterprise. Based on its background, it can easily obtain a loan from a bank, but this is not the point.
Coincidentally, the head of this state-owned enterprise also has the surname Liu, and Liu Meiliang has called him "Dad" since childhood.
The news published in the newspaper was just for fun, but Nan Yi saw something fishy from the list of shareholders. They were blatantly pocketing money and preparing to retain part of the profits in Xiangkeng Company.
Nan Yi was familiar with this trick, but he was not as good as Liu Meiliang. He intercepted his own money, while Liu Meiliang directly intercepted public money.
It’s true that up to this point, his operation is correct and everything is reasonable and legal.
Nan Yi remembered that last year, the Economic Information Daily reported on its front page a conversation between the State Economic Commission and several directors of state-owned enterprises. The deputy director of the Economic Commission clearly pointed out in the conversation that the directors should work on the separation of ownership and management rights, but should not make a fuss about changing the ownership system.
Specifically, a small number of large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises with conditions can be selected to carry out shareholding pilot projects, but this must not harm national interests. Small state-owned enterprises can try out leasing and contracting operations, but these enterprises must be those with small profits, losses, or on the verge of bankruptcy, and must be controlled.
To put it bluntly, the country's top leaders want to treat enterprises as mother hens and entrust the hens to contracted factory managers. At the end of the year, they will count the eggs and take a share of the profits according to the proportion.
But this is an illusory ideal model. If a business wants to do well, it needs the operator to devote himself wholeheartedly and give 120%. However, after giving 120% effort, he can only get 1.2% in profit. Others don't understand this, and Nan Yi himself will definitely not do it.
Most of those who can continue working so enthusiastically are thinking about the hens.
Most of the enterprises that have engaged in contracting in the past two years are in a better situation than before they were contracted out. The state has received more tax revenue and the contractors have become rich overnight, but at the same time, ordinary workers are complaining.
Although companies were getting better off, ordinary workers received very little profit. What they got more was dedication and overtime work. Japan's strict factory management model was widely adopted, and the full-load work method pioneered by Zhang Xingrang was promoted nationwide as an excellent experience.
Ordinary workers who have always been asked to exercise a sense of ownership began to question the purpose of enterprise reform. Newspapers also opened columns to discuss this topic. Some people even pointedly asked how the relationship between contractors and workers was different from that between shopkeepers and clerks in the past.
This topic is extremely sharp and directly points to the very sensitive word "exploitation".
After reading a stack of newspapers, Nan Yi summed up the main theme of the enterprise in the next two years - the dispute over property rights. The contractors will actively or passively go to two extremes, either occupying the nest or being kicked out and going home to play by themselves.
After putting away the newspaper and walking into the living room, Nan Yi saw Chen Feng with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were smoked by the smoke but he didn't dare to close them. He could only blink in a funny way. On the TV screen, Contra with thirty lives was fighting a BOSS and died three times in five seconds.
"Two hours, and you haven't even passed the first level?"
"No, I was playing with tanks just now. My hands are busy. Please help me get the cigarette butt." Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and said to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi stepped forward, pulled the cigarette butt out of Chen Feng's mouth, and extinguished it in the ashtray. "Have you called Lai Biao?"
"No, you beat him up, don't argue with me first, I only have eight lives left."
Nan Yi walked to the long table, called Lai Biao, and then said to Chen Feng: "If he dies, just take him away. We will have to take a detour to pick him up later."
"Just wait, I still have eight lives to clear."
"If there were a bragging contest, you would be the champion, of course."
Nan Yi said as he walked into the bedroom, found a wad of money and tickets from the bedside table, stuffed them into his pocket between his bicycle driver's license, and while there was still time, he took the quilt out of the cupboard and spread it on the bed.
When he finished packing and walked back to the living room, Chen Feng was already there putting away the game console.
The two of them went out together, and when they walked out of the yard and towards the car, Chen Feng was still sticking to Nan Yi.
"You didn't drive?"
"Small noodles."
As Chen Feng spoke, he opened the car door and got in before Nan Yi.
"What's the starting fare for a minibus?" Nan Yi asked after getting into the car.
"Ten yuan, and I can run 10 kilometers without skipping any characters. It's cheaper than a taxi, but the ride is uncomfortable."
"Who told you not to drive?"
"What the hell, send it to be repaired. If you don't want to eat mutton hotpot, then go to Wuchuan Hotpot. There's a Feilong Hotpot Restaurant in Dongsi, but business is slow. If we go there, it's almost like renting the whole place out." Chen Feng suggested.
"Why go to a restaurant that no one is going to? The food won't be good."
"You're a foreigner, right? Don't you know that Beijing men only recognize mutton hotpot? As soon as the guests walk in and see the red soup and sesame oil condiments, they immediately ask, "Is this mutton hotpot? Have you ever eaten Beijing mutton hotpot? The last time I was there, I saw someone say the same thing to the waiter." Chen Feng said, imitating the tone of others.
“How does it taste?”
"Not bad. Besides the boss being from Beijing, the cooks and waiters are all from Sichuan. They seem to be from a service school in some county. That school specializes in training Sichuan cuisine chefs and waiters."
"That's interesting, let's go there."
I took a detour and went to Industrial Bank to pick up Lai Biao. When I was walking towards Dongsi, Nan Yi's phone rang.
"Dad, where have you been?"
"Uncle Yan didn't tell you that Dad is eating out. You can go eat next door."
"Dad, I want to eat with you. Nuannuan is here."
"No, take Nuan Nuan to eat next door. Daddy won't take you today. Hang up."
As soon as Nan Yi hung up the phone, Lai Biao said, "You should go back and pick up your son."
"No, Wuwei is a bit picky about food, and I'm planning to cure him of this problem."
"It's rare that a child slave can be cruel sometimes." Lai Biao said teasingly, and then said to Chen Feng: "Is your car repaired?"
Chen Feng said: "Not yet, do you want to use it?"
"I made an appointment with several colleagues to go camping on the weekend, and it would be convenient to have a car," said Lai Biao.
"Then you go find Nan Yi. There's a car right under our butts."
"No, the car is too good and it's eye-catching." Lai Biao replied to Chen Feng, and then said to Nan Yi: "Help me get a more ordinary car."
"You can't even handle a car?"
"Where can I find it? I can only find you guys in Beijing. It's not appropriate to find anyone else."
"Got it. I'll have the tiger cub parked outside your door on Saturday."
Nan Yi knew that it wasn't that Lai Biao couldn't get a car, he just didn't want to use his family connections or find anyone with interests related to his position.
As the three of them were talking, they unknowingly arrived at the entrance of Dongsi Feilong Hotpot City.
The hotpot restaurant looks quite big, and there is even parking space outside.
As Nan Yi and the other two walked into the hotpot restaurant, they saw a man who was suspected to be the owner standing in front of a table. He was nodding and bowing as he listened to a customer chattering.
"Have you ever seen hot pot in Beijing? Let me tell you, the meat should... the soup should... the condiments should..."
The customers were eating and talking, and the boss was watching and listening with a smile on his face.
Nan Yi guessed that the boss was already getting angry.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?" Chen Feng said to Nan Yi and the others with a playful look on his face, "This hot pot city must have invested a lot of money. It must have been a waste of money."
"Maybe not. It depends on whether the boss here can hold on." Nan Yi said disapprovingly.
As they were talking, a waiter came up to the three people and said, "Three guests, we serve Wuchuan hotpot here, not shabu-shabu mutton."
I guess the customer just now had encountered this many times, so the waiter had to give him a heads-up.
"I know. We came here just for Wuchuan Hotpot." Chen Feng waved his hand and said, "Arrange a table near the side for us."
Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, the waiter immediately showed a hint of joy, "Guest, please follow me."
Nan Yi sat down and asked the waiter, "Do you have a shabu-shabu pot?"
"some."
"Then give us a double-boiled hotpot, with fresh soup for both red and white soups."
The essence of Wuchuan Hotpot is the "old soup". The soup base never changes and becomes more fragrant as it cooks. If the business is so good that there is no time to clean up, the table at the back can just sit down and use the soup base from the front. If you're lucky, you can even get some meat scraps out of the pot. In this way, you can skip the meat dishes and only need to order vegetarian dishes, which will definitely make your wallet happy.
"We use new soup here," said the waiter.
"Okay, then serve the soup base first, and we'll take a look at the dishes later." Nan Yi sent the waiter away, and the three of them stared at the menu.
When the soup base came up, Nan Yi used a spoon to stir it in the soup. It was okay, without any opium shells.
The opium shell is another essence of Wuchuan Hotpot. There is no such thing as cheating. The cooks know it and the eaters know it. It is an open secret in Wuchuan. If the diners don’t want it, they can just tell the waiter and the waiter will naturally serve the soup base without any additives.
After the dishes were served, the three of them started eating, chatting as they ate.
There was nothing serious to talk about, just boring and useless topics that could make people laugh.
After returning home from dinner, Nan Yi went upstairs and was shocked to see that Wen Yuanyuan was sleeping in the same bed with his son.
After going downstairs to ask Yan Du, Nan Yi learned that Wen Zhixing had called and said that it was inconvenient for him to pick her up, so he asked Wen Yuanyuan to stay here for one night. Nan Yi thought that Wen Zhixing was really generous.
Nan Yi didn't bother going back to the second floor to separate the two people. He washed up and went into the bedroom to rest.
the next day.
After getting up, Nan Yi went upstairs to change the underwear of the two children and the wet sheets. He did not ask who wet the bed. After tidying up the two children, he took them to run in the wind and snow to the park they often went to.
In the park, Qiu Hanmin is still there.
"Xiao Nan, I haven't seen you for several months. Where have you been?"
"I took my son out for a walk." After giving a perfunctory answer, Nan Yi asked again: "Mr. Qiu, are you here regardless of weather conditions?"
Qiu Hanmin kept moving his hands and replied, "I'm used to it. No matter it's windy or snowy, I'll come here at this time every day. You're the same, aren't you? As long as you don't show up here in the morning, I know you're definitely not in the capital."
"I'm used to it. Just like eating, I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice for a day."
"Have you read the newspaper? There's an outbreak of hepatitis A in Shanghai and many people have been infected," said Qiu Hanmin.
"Didn't you read today's newspaper?"
"Today's Capital Daily."
"I'll go back and check later. Mr. Qiu, is there any new development in the newspaper?" Nan Yi glanced at the two children playing snowballs, then turned back and asked.
"There are new trends. The first national housing system reform work conference has just ended. Starting this year, housing system reform has been officially included in the central and local reform plans and will be carried out in phases across the country."
"How to change it?" Nan Yi asked.
"The basic idea of ​​realizing the commercialization of housing is to increase rents, increase wages, and encourage employees to buy houses. In the future, houses will become commodities that can be circulated."
"There have been quite a few of them. The trend of housing commercialization has been going on for several years. Is this the real deal?"
"Of course, this is the right idea, as it provides a solution for ordinary people who are facing housing shortages."
"That's right, Mr. Qiu, you practice first, I'll go take care of the kids."
Nan Yi said something and walked straight towards Wen Yuanyuan. The little girl had fallen down and was wiping her tears.
"Nuan Nuan, is it okay?"
Nan Yi helped Wen Yuanyuan up and brushed the snow off her body.
Wen Yuanyuan rubbed her eyes and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, it hurts."
"Did Wuwei cause you to fall?"
"I fell down by myself."
"Oh, don't cry anymore. Your face is all red from crying. You won't be pretty if you cry any more."
With Nan Yi's comfort, Wen Yuanyuan burst into laughter and started playing with Nan Wuwei again. When they left the park, the two children were all wet.
Shanghai.
As soon as the Shengchen Pharmaceutical store on Jiujiang Road opened in the morning, it was surrounded by a noisy crowd outside.
In the whole Shanghai, all the places where isatis root can be bought have been sold out, and only this store has any left. Shengchen Pharmaceutical has increased its production capacity and stockpiled the goods for several months, which finally came in handy this time.
People in Shanghai are smart and they all have a book in their minds. The sales department only needs to sell and it is not their turn to worry about anything else.
There is no limit on the quantity, we sell it to you as much as you want. It’s okay even if one person buys out the entire warehouse.