Lin Qiu asked: "Do you know anything about the ancient buildings in the capital?"
The tour guide became interested, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The Forbidden City is simply my home. I have been there nine times if not ten times. Prince Gong's Mansion and the Ming Tombs, I took the birds to visit. My ancestors Having worked in the palace, I know the history of those palaces and some of the backgrounds of the paintings."
"My name is Wei Dadian, because my mother went to the Forbidden City and gave birth to me..." Wei Dadian was very enthusiastic and couldn't hold back once he opened his mouth, but as a tour guide, there is no harm in talking more.
Monkey interrupted and said: "Then you can briefly introduce Prince Gong's Mansion to me. I haven't been there yet."
Wei Dadian stood straight: "As the saying goes, a Prince Gong's Mansion is half the history of the Qing Dynasty. Many famous people have lived in this Prince's Mansion, ranging from the corrupt official He Kun to Prince Gong Yixin. The name Prince Gong's Mansion comes from From this prince.”
As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pointed the direction for everyone.
"Come, everyone, please take a look. This is the gate of Prince Gong's Mansion. Isn't it majestic? The two lions on the left and right were all left by He Kun. As a corrupt official, the materials he used were not cheap. They were all carefully selected natural materials. White marble.”
Wei Hall's Beijing flavor made everyone feel as if they had arrived at the door of Prince Gong's Mansion in an instant. Moreover, this tourist looked like an old player at first sight. Whether it was the materials used in the building, the structure, or the origin and background, he answered all questions in a catchy way.
Now the monkey was impressed by his eloquence and applauded Wei Dian: "If you were here, you would be the steward of Prince Gong's Mansion."
"Hahaha, I just like to think about these things, play and so on, even if you ask me to do those regular jobs, I can't do them.
When I saw that your travel agency was recruiting people, I was so happy. I thought that this was the job that was most suitable for me. "Dandian Wei is also happy, this kind of job suits his taste best.
Lin Qiu also said: "We are mutually satisfied, which is a good thing. We have taken a big order here, and I don't know if you are qualified for it."
Wei Dadian became more serious: "Since you like me, feel free to leave it to me. I'm sure I will do a good job for you."
"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words. If you can do it, let's prepare for the future."
What I just prepared after that was the travel itinerary.
Wei Dadian was relatively familiar with Beijing. He took the lead in designing a route that would pass by Tiananmen Square and then visit two or three parks.
Then we went to the largest food stall in the capital, to satisfy our needs for food and clothing, and to learn a little bit about the snack culture of the capital, which was something that only the rich and powerful could afford in the past.
Zhou Xiaotong raised a question after listening to the plan: "This route is great for young people to visit. But Grandpa Jiang has limited legs and feet. This road is far from the road and has many downhill stairs."
It won't be fun if they really have to carry the wheelchair down the stairs.
Wei Dandian also realized the problem and thought of another route. This time the route was not as smooth as the one above, but it also included the basic ancient buildings that he wanted to visit. However, he would pass by a residential building in the middle of the road, which might be noisy.
Lin Qiu thinks that these two routes are very feasible: "Keep these two routes. They are also routes that other ordinary people can visit."
Zhou Xiaotong copied both pieces of paper onto a harder cardboard and placed them in a mezzanine on the travel agency's table.
After discussing the route, Lin Qiu wrote to Jiang Chengsi to see what Jiang Chengsi thought.
That afternoon, Lin Qiu received a reply, but it was not from Jiang Chengsi, but from his son.
The letter mentioned that Jiang Chengsi's son wanted to meet Lin Qiu, and the location was set at a house in the suburbs.
Lin Qiu suddenly remembered that in his previous life, many undeveloped children used their parents' bank cards to top up money in games, and their families later had to recover the money.
Could it be that Jiang Chengsi was really just an old kid who stole family money without discussing it with his family?
Jiang Chengsi's son even sent a car to pick up Lin Qiu. Lin Qiu had mixed emotions as soon as he got in the car.
There was a driver in the car with a stern face. He must have been in the military. Lin Qiu didn't dare to speak.
It's clear that the Jiang family is still going to kill people. Now it's a society ruled by law. With this mood, Lin Qiu finally arrived at Jiang's house in the suburbs.
The driver stopped in front of a majestic villa. He got out of the car and opened the door for Lin Qiu. He acted respectfully and reassured Lin Qiu. After all, if his attitude was good, this family should be reasonable.
As soon as Lin Qiu got out of the car, he saw a small foreign-style building. It was a new-style building that looked simple and solemn.
The driver said: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Jiang is waiting for you inside. Please follow me."
Lin Qiu nodded and didn't ask anything. In this situation, silence was the best solution.
Walking into the villa, the decoration inside is more Western-style. Many vases are filled with precious flowers. In this era, flowers are very expensive luxuries. Most people display fake flowers in their homes. This family displays real flowers. Because Lin Qiu smells the fragrance of flowers when he comes near.
Lin Qiu walked upstairs step by step to the lobby on the second floor. The driver poured him a cup of coffee, using a hand grinder.
The driver said apologetically: "Please wait a moment. Mr. Jiang is a little busy now. This coffee is sent from abroad. I hope you like it."
Lin Qiu took it without changing his expression. He had never tasted coffee in his entire life. He didn't want to show his timidity and stared at the liquid in the cup in his hand. He wanted to try it to see what this foreign product tasted like.
bitter!
so bitter!
Lin Qiu's whole face wrinkled up. He didn't know how a foreigner could drink something so unpleasant.
"It might be better if you add sugar." A cheerful and energetic voice remembered. Lin Qiu turned around and saw a familiar face. If this face was more than 20 years old, it would be exactly the same as Jiang Chengsi.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Lin Qiu greeted politely.
"Hahaha, you can recognize me at a glance. I look a lot like my father."
Lin Qiu smiled. Mr. Jiang was approachable and unassuming, and he quite liked him.
"They are indeed very similar." Not only their looks, but also their tone of voice and way of doing things are very similar.
"I wonder why you invited me here?" Lin Qiu asked proactively. He had classes to attend in the afternoon and wanted to save time for talking.
Mr. Jiang sat on the sofa opposite Lin Qiu, with a sad look on his face: "Mr. Lin, it's very presumptuous of me to invite you over today. But I don't have much time. To be clear, my father doesn't have that much time."
Lin Qiu knew that Jiang Chengsi was seriously ill, but he looked cheerful when he went to the travel agency that day, so Lin Qiu thought he had some time.
"My father has terminal cancer. We were originally receiving treatment abroad, but my father didn't want to undergo chemotherapy. He just wanted to return to his hometown for one last look."
"I originally sent someone to take him around, but he didn't want it, so he went to your travel agency..."
Mr. Jiang's expression paused, and he stood up and bowed to Lin Qiu.
