Since 1983

Ancheng, Xilaile Wonton Shop.

The sky was gray and the sun had not yet risen. Zhang Guiqin and Qi Rourou were already preparing the ingredients for the morning in the shop.

It is mainly cold noodles, boiled in cold water, put the wide noodles on a plate, cut cucumber shreds, topped with sesame sauce or oily chili, refreshing and delicious.

The wonton shop has been open for more than a year, and the habits of diners are stable. Many people rush to this cold noodle when they get up, and then go to work after eating. If someone eats, someone has to do it. It is hard work, but it also makes money.

Zhang Guiqin prepared the materials based on past experience, and just after taking a breath, Xu Xiaowen pushed the door in with a newspaper in his hand.

"Aren't you going to the regiment?"

"What are you going to do when there is no one in the group? There are books in the afternoon tea club."

"The tea house will give you five and ten yuan a game, you are quite happy."

"I'm not short of money now..."

Xu Xiaowen never took his eyes off the newspaper, and said: "Brother Tian Fang said that he has a new book, so he won't be performing any more. I don't like hanging around with Liu Lanfang. Why don't I hide by myself?"

"Okay, why can't you? I keep saying that I'm like a capitalist. I think you're the richest landlord. Drink tea and walk the birds when you have nothing to do. Talk about books when you're free. I'm the only one working in the store!"

Zhang Guiqin flicked the rag, and became angry while talking.

The Ancheng Quyi Troupe is still booming. There are thirty people who talk about storytelling alone. In the first few years, the commercial performances were crazy, and everyone's pockets were full.

But with the broadcast of Shan Tianfang's "Heroes with White Eyebrows", his lineage gradually faded away, Zhang Hefang also appeared to be retiring, and the surname Liu became more shrewd and developed into an official position.

Coupled with the sudden emergence of Tian Lianyuan, "Yang Jiajiang" is the first TV storytelling... When outsiders mention storytelling, Ancheng Quyi Troupe is no longer a thriving show, but a situation where a hundred flowers are blooming.

Xu Xiaowen is really not short of money now, so there is no need to work hard.

Zhang Guiqin lost her temper. Seeing that her husband didn't respond, and his eyes were still fixed on the newspaper, he wondered, "What are you reading?"

"Oh, I can't say..."

He shook his head, worried and confused, "Look for yourself."

Zhang Guiqin took a look and saw the eye-catching big black characters:

"Yesterday, that is, on August 3, at the press conference held by the Shengjing Municipal Government, the comrades in charge of the Municipal Bureau of Industry and Commerce announced that the city's explosion-proof equipment factory, which has been losing money for 10 consecutive years and whose debt exceeds two-thirds of its total assets, Officially declare bankruptcy!"

"Broken, bankrupt? What do you mean?" She didn't understand.

"It's the factory yellow."

"What about the workers?"

"How the hell do I know what to do?"

Xu Xiaowen was inexplicably irritable, and Zhang Guiqin was also confused. Although the two of them were not workers, they were born and raised in the city of Ancheng, and certain thoughts had long been ingrained in their bones.

For example, the state-owned enterprises are the iron rice bowl, and the working class is the most powerful... As a result, now, like a bolt from the blue, the government tells you: bankrupt, workers have no jobs!

The two of them didn't know what this meant, they just felt that the world seemed to have changed, which was different from their previous cognition.

It is said that in the 1950s, private enterprises no longer existed, and the state implemented unified revenue and expenditure for enterprises. No matter how much you lose, the higher-ups will give subsidies, and there is no concept of bankruptcy at all.

After the opening, the policy was slowly adjusted.

As early as a year ago, the Shengjing Municipal Government issued a bankruptcy warning notice to three companies including the explosion-proof equipment factory. However, within the one-year period, the rescue was invalid and the factory declared bankruptcy.

This is the first public-owned enterprise to go bankrupt in New China.

It is no exaggeration to say that this incident shocked both at home and abroad. "Time" wrote an article and commented: "A phenomenon that is not uncommon in the West...not in Detroit or Lyon, or Manchester, but in Shengjing in northeast China!"

"Iron rice bowl, iron rice bowl, what kind of iron rice bowl is there in the end?"

Xu Xiaowen smoked a cigarette, "I don't understand, there are more than 100 people in that factory, how do you live if you don't have a job?"

"Do you still need to worry about it? The country must have arrangements."

"What the hell is the arrangement? If you really have an arrangement, you can still go bankrupt? I see, any unit is so unreliable now. I used to think that you were very good in the song and dance troupe, but now the song and dance troupe is going to disband."

"Just say what you say, why mention our troupe? I also said that your quyi troupe won't last for a few days." Zhang Guiqin was not happy.

"Anyway, that's what it means. When I think about it now, it's thanks to Xiaofei who opened this store because he was so far-sighted. Otherwise, one day, the two of us will be out of work, so how can we live?"

"Yeah, earn now..."

Zhang Guiqin looked at the kitchen and said in a low voice, "I've earned more than 10,000 yuan."

She paused, and then said: "Hey, I've been wanting to tell you something, I forget, today is just right. I thought this store is a bit small, and the selling is simple. When it's meal time, it's crowded like a pigsty. Yes, I want a bigger one."

"Big one? How big do you want to be?"

"Since it's changed, it must open a big hotel, at least two floors."

"Where the hell am I going to find you two floors?"

"It's not a two-story building, a big courtyard is fine, we don't sell wontons anymore, we just set up a big restaurant like the one shown on TV, hire a few waiters, and wear uniforms. Look how exciting it is."

"this……"

Xu Xiaowen scratched his head, "I'm a little confused, why don't you ask Xiao Fei?"

"Then you ask, call?"

"He can't answer the phone call. Don't tell me he's busy recently. Write a letter."

………………

When Xu Fei received the letter, it was already a week later.

I'm surprised that my parents' ideas didn't work out. Instead, they wanted to expand their territories and expand their industries. Once again, he felt lucky to have such parents and wrote back immediately.

Since we want to open a big restaurant, we simply open it to the largest one in Ancheng, except for the state-owned ones. Find a place first, and wait until I go back to talk about the specific decoration.

Or, don't open it in Ancheng, go to Shengjing, which is the provincial capital after all, and has more development than my hometown-although there is no development in the Northeast.

It is now mid-August, and "Plainclothes Police" is being filmed in an orderly manner.

The influence brought by Xu Fei is subtle, every small detail is accumulated, and people may not realize his contribution until the final product.

However, Lin Ruwei is already very satisfied, and the artistic quality has at least improved by a few points compared to what he originally expected.

Take the performance as an example, Hu Yajie is much smoother than at the beginning, and occasionally there will be bright spots. Song Chunli was well-behaved and completed the task very standard.

The outstanding one is Shen Junyi, and the amazing one is Wu Yujuan, she is really talented.

There is a scene where the hero and heroine are chatting about something, which is quite a life-like scene. Lin Ruwei was not satisfied, so Xu Fei communicated with Wu Yujuan, but the girl shocked the whole group.

At that time, she put Hu Yajie's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, and her small hands moved naturally on the shoulders.

As a young couple, they playfully tease their boyfriends, and then listen to each other seriously. Serious in the eyes, naughty in the hands.

This kind of contact between actors of the opposite sex, if it is too much, it will be pornographic, if it is less, it will be embarrassing.

Hu Yajie blushed and had a thick neck, and forced himself to finish filming the scene.

There's no way, it's too exciting to be touched by a girl!

"stop!"

"Feng Xiaogang, open your mouth to talk, you have sugar balls in your mouth, you are so confused!"

"I'm sorry, come again."

Feng Pants quickly waved his hands.

In today's scene, Zhou Zhiming and others arrested a few criminals who resell gold. The actor they were looking for didn't come temporarily, so Lin Ruwei asked Feng Pants to play a cameo.

I saw him wearing a striped short-sleeved shirt, with his hair parted in threes and sevens, and a fluffy natural mustache around his lips. He didn't need to act, just sat there and looked like it.

"This afternoon, six o'clock."

"Where?"

"at the seaside."

"Who are you going with?"

"My boss, he is going to Guangdong Province."

"stop!"

Lin Ruwei shouted again, "Speak clearly, don't be vague when I tell you!"

"Old lady, that's how I talk, you don't know?"

Feng Trousers was also aggrieved, "Why don't you change someone else, Xiao Xu speaks clearly, let him come."

"This character is a criminal, do you think he looks like him?"

"..."

Questions from the soul, directly to Feng's trousers, don't bring such a thing!

Anyway, after tossing for a long time, I finally filmed the trick.

Everyone was preparing for the next game, when there was rumbling and creaking outside the door, a round-headed Happiness 250 stopped.

This motorcycle, probably the most famous one in the 1970s and 1980s, was ridden all over the country, and many people still remember it.

"Old Zheng!"

"director!"

"director!"

Zheng Xiaolong jumped out of the car and went straight to the set. He is the editor in charge and usually doesn't follow the crew. Many people are very strange.

He waved to Xu Fei first, made a look, and then went to find Lin Ruwei.

Um?

Xu Fei was taken aback, pondered for a moment, oh, it might be something about the Spring Festival Gala in Taili.

Sure enough, within a minute, the old lady in the room started arguing. It's not easy for him to go in, so he just waits outside.

After a long time, Zheng Xiaolong finished the communication and came out:

"Xiao Xu, report to the Ministry of Literature and Art tomorrow."

"What time is it?"

"It's just working time."

"knew."

Zheng Xiaolong turned around and left, Xu Fei paused, went in to find the old lady, "I'm sorry, director, I can't help it."

"Do not blame you!"

Lin Ruwei was sulking like a child, and muttered: "It's all the TV station's people's fault, go over there and do a good job, don't be ashamed, tell me if you are wronged, I want you back..."

"Definitely, you have to tell me after the filming is over, I still want to have a meal."

"Okay, don't be silly, don't follow me today, go home as soon as possible."

"Hey, I'm leaving then."

Xu Fei tidied up and left, and everyone immediately chattered and turned into a tongue-twisting man.

"What's going on? Xiao Xu went to the Department of Literature and Art?"

"Isn't that a scam? What can the Ministry of Literature and Art do?"

"I heard that it's a temporary secondment, and I'll be back after the Spring Festival Gala. Anyway, our filming is still over a month away."

"..."

Zhao Baogang and Feng Trousers looked at each other, Xu Fei was like a mountain in the crew, firmly suppressing these two guys, and at the same time, he was their target of pursuit.

As a result, there was a sound of biu, and the person disappeared.

It was as if he lost his goal and pressure in an instant, feeling empty and confused.

Feng's pants smashed, smashed his mouth, it's not a taste, what does this mean? As soon as this side was about to finish, the other side borrowed it in a hurry.

It just shows that people are important!

(Chapter 107 is in, wait for me to change it...)