Time goes back a few hours.
Three hours after the digital capsule exhibition with the theme of "Old City, New Vitality" ended, Guan Xi returned to the Changlefang project office building, walked into Yu Ben's office, and closed the door tightly with his backhand.
Yu Ben was obviously uncomfortable and his face turned slightly red: "Close the door? Why don't you close the door if you have nothing to do?"
Guan Xi said bluntly: "I want you to cancel this afternoon's business meeting."
Yu Ben frowned slightly: "Reason."
Guan Xi reported the name of Boss Xu of Yongda Group: "I think something is wrong with him."
Yu Ben was obviously stunned by the news, but he controlled his emotions and did not ask stupid questions. Instead, he immediately logged on to the portal and searched for his name.
really.
Yu Ben looked ugly.
There was probably a period of time when Boss Xu’s name did not appear in relevant news reports. Looking forward, the clues appeared about half a month ago: he no longer appears in the news about Yongda Group.
It's a particularly bad sign that such a showman disappears from public view: Has he been caught? If he is caught, does that mean he cannot repay the debt he owes?
Big waves rolled high into the air, but people on the beach were still laughing and laughing.
What's the worst consequence?
Cold sweat broke out on Yu Ben's back. He sat in a chair in a daze, his hand holding the mouse cold.
Yongda Group and Zhuoxiu Group are different. Zhuoxiu Group has always been operating with cash flow, but Yongda Group has always been operating with debt, and starting from 2019, Yongda Group’s real estate line has stopped issuing year-end bonuses, and employees’ year-end bonuses have been changed to 2 months of annual leave during the Spring Festival.
Starting in 2019, Yu Ben has begun to hint to people around him not to buy Yongda Group’s residences.
He has met Boss Xu. As a peer or a competing company, he knows very well how much this person likes to be "big", has a radical personality, and will expand and increase leverage regardless of the consequences.
A complete debt operation.
How big of a hole would this make? Ten billion? Hundreds of billions? still……
Yu Ben was sweating, he didn't dare to think about it.
Yu Ben immediately said: "Shi Yuan also needs to adjust his schedule."
Guan Xi said euphemistically: "Yuben, this is sister Ziyi's responsibility." The implication is that this will be decided by Jun Ziyi, and he is not recommended to intervene.
Yu Ben was stunned.
He suddenly realized that the prerequisite for Jun Ziyi's willingness to help Changlefang match high-quality resources was the support of the Changlefang project for her.
Yu Ben raised his eyes and looked at Guan Xi: "What did Jun Ziyi say? When does she plan to tell Shi Yuan?"
Guan Xi said ambiguously: "It depends on Sister Ziyi's arrangements. We just need to support Sister Ziyi's decision."
The alliance between Jun Ziyi and Guan Xi promoted the alliance between the digital business and the Changlefang project. If Jun Ziyi intends to conceal it, should the Changlefang project remain silent accordingly?
Yu Ben lowered his eyes and thought, then closed his eyes.
Boss Xu may not be caught. The business world has always been a game of interests, and Boss Xu is involved in many things. Yu Ben doesn’t think that the relevant people will just stand by and watch.
But if Jun Ziyi does not speak for Changlefang, the Changlefang project will definitely have no resources.
Only if Changlefang is good can he be good.
Yu Ben finally opened his eyes.
It wasn't a betrayal, just a trivial decision. Maybe Shi Yuan didn't know it in time, but he would always know it. Yu Ben told himself this. He tried hard to ignore the underlying rifts and made his own choices.
Yu Ben said in a deep voice: "Okay."
Guan Xi nodded: "Now, I will find a reason to cancel this schedule for you. And you, go to have a work dinner with me, act like you don't know anything about it."
…
Facing the coming industry tsunami, neither Guan Xi nor Yu Ben have any intention of eating at work.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, not many businesses were open, and there was nothing to eat near Changlefang.
Even Chenji Tang Shui closed its shop early and went home for the reunion dinner.
Yu Ben told Guan Xi in a dry voice: "I know there is a store."
Guan Xi followed Yu Ben's guidance, drove the car around to the main road, and drove smoothly.
Yu Ben looked at the full moon decorations everywhere in his sight: "I have a day off today. You don't need to be here. Go home and spend time with your..." He wanted to spend time with your mother, but he thought of Guan's mother's hysterical appearance, closing her eyes. Mouthed.
Guan Xi turned the steering wheel, his expression unchanged: "Let's go tonight. I'll go see her again tonight."
Yu Ben was confused and said casually: "You guys made peace? Did your mother apologize to you?"
Guan Xi's expression was still calm: "No."
Yu Bi said "Oh": "I thought you had a solution."
"No." Guan Xi shook his head, "You and I are equally at a loss. Living in a big era, we are as short-lived and insignificant as mayflies. How can we predict the future direction?"
Yu Ben said: "But you look very determined."
Guan Xi said: "Being at a loss doesn't stop me from moving forward. Maybe it's for ideals. Maybe I just don't want to compromise. Who knows. It's not important."
She turned back and told Yu Ben clearly: "We must accept all the arrangements of fate and go on well."
Yu Ben stood still and looked at her back.
Maybe Guan Xi herself doesn't know how often she mentions the word "ideal". In the workplace, this word represents stupidity and naivety, and it is impossible for Guan Xi not to understand.
Yu Ben's heart was stung again.
Yu Ben. He asked himself, what are you resisting?
…
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were almost no customers in the coffee shop. What came into view was a long, yellow wooden bar.
"This store was recommended to me by Pan Qiaomu," Yu Ben said. "The boss used to be a chef at Taipingguan. He is a local and opens every year and festival."
The glass case of bread in front of the bar was empty. Yu Ben told the boss knowingly: "Two Pacific steaks."
The boss nodded.
Guan Xi sat down in front of the bar: "Taiping Steak? Isn't this the signature of the Taiping Pavilion? Is it the Taiping Pavilion that Commissioner Chiang, Premier Zhou, and Deng Yingchao all like?"
Yu Ben was a little surprised: "I only know Pacific steak and roast pigeon."
The boss paused for a moment: "Miss, are you familiar with the history of the Taiping Pavilion? Are you also a local?"
Guan Xi said: "Well. I am doing cultural excavation for the land. I used to help Beijing Road sort out the historical materials of the Taiping Museum."
The boss told Yu Ben enthusiastically: "The Taiping Pavilion is the place where Premier Zhou and Deng Yingchao got married and served wine." After speaking, he turned to the kitchen.
Yu Ben sat aside, still thinking about whether Boss Xu would be caught, and was upset.
Guan Xi thought for a while, patted Yu Ben's shoulder, and dipped his finger in water to write the word "Fancai" on the brown wooden bar.
Fancai?
"When Western food is combined with Chinese taste, it's 'fancai'. The roasted pigeon you mentioned is fancai." While waiting for the food, Guan Xi chatted with Yu Ben, "When Hong Kong was not yet a Hong Kong, Western food It was first introduced from Macau to Xiangshan County, now Qiguan, Zhuhai City. However, Qiguan was too small, so in the end, Yuecheng, an important town on the Maritime Silk Road at that time, took on all the demand for Western food, and the most prosperous Xiguan at that time was active. There are a large number of Western restaurants, and the first record of wealthy people in Xiguan entertaining guests with Western food was in October 1844, when Pan Shicheng entertained the French minister with 'Western food' - eating mice."
Yu Ben's tense face relaxed a little: "Rat?!"
Guan Xi also laughed and deliberately said more: "Ivan, the attaché of the public historian, wrote his memoirs and said: 'They entertained us with European etiquette, that is, a Chinese servant learned to do some terrible British things. Food. This terrible food is a mouse! It has neither head nor tail! We can even see clearly that the dead body is not young: the incisors on the upper jaw are very long, as old as the two old fish forgotten under the carton. yellow.'"
Guan Xi is an excellent public relations practitioner. He tells stories vividly and Yu Ben smiles a little.
Guan Xi observed Yu Ben's expression and continued: "The founder of Taiping Pavilion is a Cantonese servant who used to work as a cook in a foreign restaurant, named Xu Laogao. After he left the foreign restaurant, he was on the street of Yuecheng, After carrying a basket and selling steaks for a while, he earned enough money to open a restaurant. In 1860, he opened the first Western restaurant owned by a Chinese in Yuecheng. At the same time, it was more palatable to foreigners, became an instant hit, and was very popular among the officials. In July 1926, when the National Revolutionary Army took the oath for the Northern Expedition, it was the Taiping Pavilion’s arranged refreshments.”
With that said, the boss brought up two pieces of Pacific steak and pushed it in front of the two of them: "Miss, you know it very well. In the past, Pacific steak was very famous in the upper class society in the United States."
Guan Xi smiled and said, "It is very famous." The New York Times on February 22, 1861, had a news article "A Travel Note on Famous Cities in the Qing Dynasty", which said that New Yorkers at that time were talking about the most popular thing. The luxurious Qing-style meal is made with steak. This reporter has long heard that Taipingguan’s steak is delicious, so he went to try it.”
The seats at the bar were shoulder to shoulder, with Yu Ben sitting next to Guan Xi.
Yu Ben finally let out a long breath, calmed down, and began to respond to Guan Xi's words: "Interesting. We call it 'Fancai', which is Western food, but New Yorkers call it 'Qing style meal'. It's even hard to tell. Has the West influenced China, or has China influenced the West?"
Seeing that Yu Ben had regained his composure, Guan Xi forked the Taiping steak and said, "Xiguan is deeply influenced by many cultures at home and abroad. It's a blend."
"Community." Yu Ben sighed, "Do you still remember the morning when the aboriginal people caused trouble? We had morning tea at Zhou Ji Tea House, and boss Xiao Zhou said, tea, tea, tea, tea and drinks have long been in harmony."
Guan Xi smiled slightly and put down his fork.
"Yes, communion." She said, "This story is the best example. The "gimmick" we are looking for in Changlefang is communion."
