Volume 7 I've Been Here Chapter 1032 Octopus
The call was from the police station at the railway station. After answering the call, Nan Yi hurried over and saw Yan Zhenhua squatting next to the radiator at the police station. It seemed that he was acting spontaneously, not under any request.
When Yan Zhenhua saw Nan Yi, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a relative. Then, as if he remembered something, he lowered his head in shame.
Nan Yi pointed at Yan Zhenhua and said, "Just stay still. I'll settle the score with you later."
As he spoke, Nan Yi walked towards a middle-aged policeman who was sitting at a desk and talking to a woman. "Hello, police comrade. I'm Nan Yi. Someone just called to tell me to come over."
Hearing this, the middle-aged policeman looked up at Nan Yi and said, "I'm the one calling you. Are you Uncle Yan Zhenhua?"
Nan Yi answered very affirmatively: "Yes, I am his uncle."
"Okay, you're here just in time. Your nephew beat up my boyfriend and he's still in the hospital." When the woman next to him heard Nan Yi's answer, she immediately shouted, "I'm telling you, if you don't pay me, I'll never forgive your nephew. I..."
"What are you arguing about? This is the police station, not your yard." The middle-aged policeman scolded the woman and said to Nan Yi, "Comrade Nan, let's talk outside."
The middle-aged policeman called Nan Yi to the yard outside the police station and said gently: "The woman inside had a conflict with her boyfriend before, and they started fighting at the exit square. Yan Zhenhua happened to see it. The young man is a good person with a strong sense of justice. When he stepped forward to stop them, he hit too hard and injured the man. He is now in the hospital.
Originally it wasn't a big deal and could have been resolved through mediation, but now the woman is adamant and the man's injuries are probably minor, so things are becoming a bit complicated."
Nan Yi nodded and said, "Comrade police officer, let me ask directly, is the woman inside just asking for money?"
"You willing to pay?"
"As long as it's not too much."
"That's easy. I'll mediate." The middle-aged policeman said easily.
The police station's usual approach to cases like Yan Zhenhua's is to mediate. If both parties can reach an understanding, the matter is over. The only concern is that one party will become entangled and make an endless fuss.
The middle-aged policeman's mediation was very successful. Nan Yi gave the woman fifteen hundred yuan and took Yan Zhenhua out.
After leaving the police station, Nan Yi said nothing, just walked in front, while Yan Zhenhua followed behind with his head down, carrying a woven bag.
Just as they were feeling depressed, Nan Yi took Yan Zhenhua back to the old villa.
Washing, changing clothes, eating noodles and ice watermelon, going through the whole process made Yan Zhenhua feel the warmth of spring.
After Yan Zhenhua burped, Nan Yi said, "You just finished the exam and haven't received the admission letter yet, but you ran away from home. Do you think you can definitely pass the exam, or not?"
Yan Zhenhua burped again and said with a smug look on his face, "I got 596 points."
"Oh, how many points did the top scorer in liberal arts in your province get this year?"
"610 points."
When Nan Yi heard this, he knew that Yan Zhenhua would basically pass the exam, but he still took out his phone and called Ren Xia.
"Mr. Ren, is this a big year or a small year?"
"We at Peking University never have a small year. If you want to know something, just ask directly." Ren Xia and Nan Yi never speak in a tactful manner.
"Can Yunnan Province 596 be admitted?"
"Science or Arts?"
"liberal arts."
"Wait a minute." Ren Xia's voice reappeared after more than a minute of rustling of notebooks. "This year, the highest score for Yunnan Province students applying for Beijing University in the liberal arts is 604. 596 is enough to be admitted."
Nan Yi heard Ren Xia sound a little resentful, so he thanked her and quickly ended the call.
In the 1990s, liberal arts students generally chose Ma Jing Jing as their first choice, with Ma University in first place, followed by the School of Finance, a talent cradle established by the banking system with its own funds, with the goal of training bankers. The students would go to work in banks after graduation and become bank presidents if they did a good job. Peking University was third, and it was rare for the top liberal arts students in each province to choose Peking University.
"Okay, if nothing unexpected happens, you have been admitted. Now tell me why you are not waiting for the admission letter at home? What are you doing here?"
Yan Zhenhua lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "I want to work."
"What do you do for a part-time job?"
"make money."
“What do you do with the money you earn?”
“Tuition fees have gone up.”
"Peking University's tuition this year is 800 yuan, accommodation fee is 300 yuan, and the school's meal allowance is 56.5 yuan per month. Although according to the trend, tuition fees will increase dramatically next year and the year after, even if it increases to 10,000 yuan, your tuition and living expenses are not a burden to me. Your seductive eyes are just throwing to a blind man." Nan Yi scolded with a smile.
Yan Zhenhua scratched his head and said nothing.
"When you came here, did you buy a hard seat or a sleeper?"
“Hard seat.”
"Are you tired?"
“Not tired.”
"If you're not tired, come out with me."
Nan Yi took Yan Zhenhua to the street stalls to buy some clothes, some daily necessities and a mat. After a round, it was time to cook, so he asked Yan Zhenhua to watch a DVD while Nan Yi went into the kitchen.
Yan Zhenhua watched for a few minutes. As he listened to the humming and hawing on TV and the sizzling and clanging in the kitchen, his soul and body separated, and his mind drifted to Fengtian, the day when he met Nan Yi.
It was one night, and there was a young boy who had been hungry for several days. Because of hunger, he was on the verge of the critical point of indifference to good and evil. The boy was just one step away from using the method of filling his stomach that he had thought of and simulated in his mind, and was still hesitating about.
"Fortunately, my uncle showed up." Yan Zhenhua muttered silently.
Yan Zhenhua was reminiscing, but Nan Yi in the kitchen didn't think much about it. He didn't have much utilitarianism towards Yan Zhenhua. It was just because of fate that since they met, he wanted to help him. It would be best if Yan Zhenhua could become successful and give back to him, but it didn't matter if he couldn't.
After an hour or so, four dishes and a soup were prepared and served on the table. Nan Yi asked Yan Zhenhua to wash his hands and eat.
As soon as Yan Zhenhua sat at the table, he opened his mouth wide and spit out a tornado, rolling the food on the plate and the rice in the bowl into his mouth. He ate a bowl of rice in two minutes and five bowls of rice in ten minutes.
Seeing Yan Zhenhua adding the sixth bowl, Nan Yi couldn't help but frown. He had already thought that Yan Zhenhua was at the end of eating him to death. He ate from a small bowl himself and prepared a white bowl with a blue rim for Yan Zhenhua, thinking that three or four bowls would be enough, and six bowls would be too much.
When Nan Yi first met Yan Zhenhua, he was at the peak of his eating spree, but he had never seen him eat so much. With doubt, Nan Yi asked Yan Zhenhua, "Is the living allowance I gave you not enough?"
"Burp..." Yan Zhenhua burped and said, "Enough to spend."
“How often do you eat meat?”
Yan Zhenhua said shyly: "I eat meat every day."
Nan Yi nodded, carefully observed Yan Zhenhua from head to toe, and then asked Tianxian to call Yan Du.
After a while, Yan Du came over .
"Uncle Yan, this kid is eating his sixth bowl. Can you help him check if he has any problems?"
Yan Du responded, stepped forward to check Yan Zhenhua's pulse, massage his bones, feel his tendons, and check his teeth. He talked to Yan Zhenhua while checking. After the check, he said to Nan Yi, "There's nothing wrong with his body. He just has a few hidden injuries. He practices too hard and consumes too much energy. It would be best if he could replenish his energy."
Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Yan, take him to practice tomorrow morning, and then prescribe a prescription for him."
Yan Du hesitated for a moment and replied, "Okay."
Life lies in exercise, but athletes die quickly. The human body is also a machine. The higher the frequency of use and the greater the load, the greater the loss. The power will naturally decrease and the service life will become shorter.
Under the premise of high-frequency and high-load use, if you want to slow down the aging of the machine, you should add butter frequently and do more maintenance. The recipe that Nan Yi mentioned is the essence of traditional martial arts, that is, "butter". This thing is not magical, but it is exquisite and precious.
After Yan Du left, Yan Zhenhua continued to eat voraciously until he had finished seven bowls of rice before putting down his chopsticks. He touched his bulging belly with satisfaction. Fortunately, Nan Yi scooped up rice a few more times when cooking, otherwise it would not be enough for him.
After sitting for a while, Yan Zhenhua took the initiative to clean up the dishes. Nan Yi let him do it, sat on the sofa, tuned to the wireless channel, and waited for "The Return of the Condor Heroes" to start.
After watching an episode of the TV series, Liu Zhen came back from dinner, and Nan Yi went back to the bedroom with her, leaving the living room to Yan Zhenhua so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
The next day, after lunch, Nan Yi took Yan Zhenhua to the inheritance company.
The Chengxiang Company has a subsidiary called Chengxiang Convenience, which in turn has two business lines, Linglingling and Laijiang.
Linglingling is a hodgepodge, covering almost all the chores in people's homes, from unclogging toilets, lock picking, carpentry, plastering, and moving things. Apart from office staff, there are very few front-line employees providing services to customers. They mainly provide intermediary services to odd workers, with very little commission, and the profit is controlled between 3% and 5%. Too low is unsustainable, and too high is against the original intention.
Laijiang is a food delivery platform, and it is called this because the manager Li Hai found is called He Ren. Laijiang's business is divided into two parts. One is the intermediary business, similar to the Indian dabbawala, which builds a delivery bridge between restaurants and diners, does not charge delivery fees, and only takes a share.
Since the overall environment of the catering industry is very good now, restaurants with good business and no worries about customers tend to ignore Laijiang, while those with bad business are not willing to cooperate with Laijiang, so the development speed of this business is very slow.
The other is a pure takeaway business that involves self-production, self-sales and self-delivery. This business model is not new and is purely plagiarism.
The takeout business originated in the Tang Dynasty. It is said that this business model was created by the cunning man Cheng Yaojin. Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is certain that people could order takeout in the Tang Dynasty.
In the Song Dynasty, the system of separation between the town and the city was broken, just like the residential area and the night market were merged. Shops could be opened in both the town and the city. The increase in the number of people naturally promoted the food culture of the time. Restaurants began to open in clusters, and "delivery men" began to go from store to store. Diners could order food from several stores at the same time. This was much more advanced than ordering fried rice with a hundred-dollar bag of lotus leaves a thousand years later.
In the Qing Dynasty, it became popular to provide overnight accommodation on pleasure boats, and takeout could be delivered to the boats, not only food but sometimes also living people.
During the Republic of China, there were even takeout shops called "box shops" in the capital. They issued vouchers, duck tickets, sauce tickets, etc., as well as discount red envelopes. All you had to do was mention a person's name, such as someone from the Eight Great Hutongs. There were also many promotional activities, such as giving out a white pigeon ticket, which gave diners a chance to win a five million grand prize and reach the pinnacle of their life.
Skip a few decades, in 1992, a Jingshi Green Ring food delivery company opened in Beijing. It only had deliverymen and insulated vehicles, but no kitchen or cooks. The production process was outsourced to the canteen under the Ministry of Commerce, or more specifically, to the catering company under the Ministry of Commerce, which were some state-owned restaurants and canteens in recession.
Compared with Jingshi Green Ring, Laijiang is much more sincere. It has its own food supply system and cooking system, advanced sterilization and preservation technology, and has introduced advanced management experience from large multinational groups, as well as high-standard requirements for delivery staff.
Laijiang has also launched "white-collar dishes", which are beautifully packaged, delicious, and easy to eat. You can take them home and eat them by simply microwave them. Most of the meat ingredients are imported from abroad, including mutton from countries riding on the backs of sheep, beef from countries riding on the backs of cows, and so on.
White-collar cuisine is a high-end dish that is exclusively for senior white-collar workers with considerable incomes. Being a white-collar worker and eating white-collar cuisine is the pinnacle of life.
Nan Yi is very ambitious. He wants to get rid of "pre-prepared meals" and leave only white-collar meals. He wants to make a sub-brand a synonym for a product, just like Simmons. In the Internet age, he will see if it is necessary to support "bloggers" to popularize what real "white-collar meals" are.
When Tiger Cub parked the car at the door of General Lai's office, Nan Yi pointed at the company nameplate on the wall and said, "You want to work, right? They are hiring deliverymen for the summer. Go in and tell the people inside that you are a freshman from the class of 1995 at Peking University. They will hire you."
"Uncle, what does a delivery man do?" Yan Zhenhua asked after taking a look at the nameplate.
"It's just delivering meals to people." Nan Yi patted Yan Zhenhua on the shoulder. "Since you want to work, then do it well. I thought about it last night. Times have changed. If you don't have a girlfriend when you are in college now, your college life will be incomplete. I will give you enough living expenses, but you have to earn the money for your girlfriend by yourself."
Yan Zhenhua's face turned red when he heard this, and he said shyly, "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Haha." Nan Yi smiled and handed the note with the address of the old house to Yan Zhenhua, "When you go back, take out the pants you secretly washed last night, wash them again and hang them in the yard. It's so hot, they will go bad."
"Well……"
Yan Zhenhua's face became even hotter when his little secret was discovered.
In order to prevent Yan Zhenhua from suffering any more, Nan Yi urged him to get out of the car and then asked the tiger cub to step on the accelerator.
I went to the Chengxiang Real Estate Agency and rented a room for Yan Zhenhua in a slum. The rent was not cheap, four hundred yuan a month, but the house had been renovated and was in a good location, within the Second Ring Road. A similar house in the urban-rural fringe area around the southeast Third Ring Road would only cost one hundred and fifty yuan.
Yan Zhenhua was born in a poor family. There is no need for him to recall the past, but he cannot be too sweet either. It is just right for him to live in a slum in the city center.
After the house issue was settled, Nan Yi unknowingly arrived at the entrance of Feilong Bowling Alley. Huang Saner's business was so lazy that he didn't even bother to name it and just took other people's things without blushing.
Nan Yi came here to play, but when he went upstairs to the stadium, he saw that none of the nine fairways were empty. Not only were there people playing, but there were also people queuing. It seemed that Huang Saner had picked up this deal.
Huang Saner was not around. Nan Yi stood there for a while and was about to leave when someone pinched the back of his neck. It was a woman's hand. There was no need to look back. Nan Yi quickly ruled out Yi Qianxi by the process of elimination. The person who pinched the back of his neck must be an acquaintance, otherwise there would be no chance of approaching him from behind. The only woman who dared and could pinch him was this disrespectful cheap cousin.
Nan Yi turned around, raised his hand and hit Yi Qianxi, who was wearing sunglasses, on the head.
"Oh, cousin, why did you hit me?" Yi Qianxi said with resentment, rubbing her head with her hand, "It hurts so much, you were so cruel."
"Giving you a chisel is not enough. If you dare to be disrespectful again next time, I will punish you with a beating, a beating, and a beating."
[Zao Li, bend the index and middle fingers and use the knuckles to knock on the head. This was a common move used by teachers in the 1990s and is also a favorite of many parents; Neck Twist, hitting the back of the head or the connection between the neck and shoulders counts; Dou Er, when the opponent is not paying attention and has his mouth open, suddenly lift the chin up with the palm/back of the hand, and knock the lower teeth against the upper teeth.]
"Cousin, you're going too far."
Yi Qianxi's words were ambiguous. She was not only referring to the present, but also hinting that Nan Yi had withdrawn his special care for her. She hadn't received any work for almost two months.
"You crossed the line yourself."
Yi Qianxi's eyes turned from resentful to sad, "Cousin, if I don't have work, I won't have income. I'm going to starve."
"Don't play dumb with me. I can calculate your income. If I say half a year, it means half a year. Reflect on yourself carefully. Once you have figured out some problems, you won't cause trouble for me." Nan Yi's gaze turned to the woman who was walking towards him from behind Yi Qianxi, and nodded at her.
The woman is Ajing, the proprietress of Jing Teahouse.
"If you just want a role, you can ask Sister Xue to come out and say hello and it will be solved." Yi Qianxi said with a pout.
"Give me a reason to say hello. Is she my relative, or is she willing to share half of her earnings with me?" Nan Yi said, his voice passing Yi Qianxi and stopping three meters away. A Jing said, "Come and play ball?"
Upon hearing this, Ah Jing moved to Nan Yi, glanced at Yi Qianxi, nodded at her, then looked at Nan Yi and smiled, "Yes, I made an appointment with a friend, Brother Nan, did you guys just finish the fight?"
"No, there's no seat here. I'm about to leave."
"Brother Nan, you don't play bowling often in Beijing, right?"
"How do you know?"
"If you play bowling alleys often, you will know that bowling alleys are doing very well these days, and it's hard to get a seat without booking in advance."
"I see. I really don't understand."
Nan Yi knew that the bowling alleys in the capital were doing good business, but he knew that from reports and reports. Before today, he had never visited any bowling alley in person.
"Brother Nan, I've already reserved a seat, do you want to play together?"
"one person?"
"There is another sister who will come over later."
"Is it convenient?"
"It's not inconvenient. She's a very good sister. She was studying in the United States before and came back to stay for a few days during the summer vacation." A Jing's tone changed slightly and she continued, "She is a very motivated person. She will definitely not mind playing basketball with Brother Nan."
Listening to the tone of Ah Jing's voice, Nan Yi always felt that the word "ambition" was not a good word in her mouth. Considering the context of "I won't mind", he had to think in the direction of Octopus.
The octopus has eight tentacles, extending in all directions and being versatile. It is often used to describe a young and scheming woman. She is several levels higher than the "scheming bitch" that has not yet appeared, and is not an ordinary woman.
Ajing is not an ordinary person. The woman she calls sister must not be bad.
"Forget it. I'm not very good at playing, so I won't spoil your fun."
Although Nan Yi is interested in octopuses, he is not very interested in anything that may be related to politicians.
"Brother Nan, don't you give your sister face?" A Jing said angrily.
Nan Yi was about to reply when two women appeared in his sight. Judging from the route they were moving, they were heading towards them. One of them was his person, Xu Hui from Wangbei Media, and the other one was a well-known host like Xu Hui.
No, you should also add the word "former". This person has resigned and gone to study in the United States.
"Ah Jing, you are trying to trick me. If I don't stay, it will seem inhumane."
