Through the courtyard, I became a big villain

Time passed quietly, and when the two works related to Xu Yang were widely disseminated in various cities, everyone in Beiping gradually forgot about this matter with the passage of time.

Even those who had memories of the incident were completely distracted by the more explosive news.

In February [-], the higher authorities approved the implementation of special policies and flexible measures in foreign economic activities in the two cities of Suidong, which was later called the special zone.

Many people have the impression that four cities were opened up at once in [-], but in fact it was divided into the first and second half of the year.

Compared with the previous policies that were not so easy to understand, this news has made more people smell different.

The concept of "export special zone" has also become popular, and everyone in the streets and alleys seems to be able to analyze several major national trends.

Even the workers in the rolling mill chatter a few words when they are working or eating.

"Tell me, what is there in Guangdong Province? Is there anything to export? Do you sell fish abroad?"

A fitter just finished his job and wiped the sweat from his head with a blackened white towel.

"I said yes, but there is a sea there, so can't export by sea?"

"Let me tell you, exporting fish is not as good as exporting our machinery and equipment. Dongfanghong uses all of our engines knocked out by screw by screw by bearing."

"That is, go to the countryside to support construction and repair agricultural machinery. Who doesn't praise the craftsmanship of our Red Star Steel Rolling Plant? Our steel production is so good. When will we give us the entire export, and then we will not be given bonuses? Haha Ha ha."

People's concept of export is still very general, but this does not prevent these steel workers who already represent the upper class of knowledge from boasting a few words.

At this time, it was February 1979. Although the Eight Great Members were not mentioned so often, they were still in the upper middle class of society, and industrial workers still maintained their status as big brothers.

And all of this, as short as four years, as long as 20 years, will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Amid countless earth-shattering changes, a small Yanghe restaurant quietly opened in Luoguxiang.

Even without any publicity, it was still full of guests on the first day of opening.

"Comrade, which unit do you belong to?"

Some customers stood aside and looked at the dazzling array of dishes, but there were no more vacancies.

Just go to the counter and talk to the guy.

"We don't have units, we are...individuals..."

Chuancai, a clever young man from the Yanghe Gang, whispered something as he passed by.

"individual!"

"Comrade, you can't do this. You are speculating, but you are going to get into the game!"

The little comrade who was asking the question hurriedly grabbed the guy who was passing the food, and the guy dragged him to deliver the food to the guest's table before turning around and looking at the guy angrily.

"No, I said you, what are you pulling me for!"

"Aren't you delaying my work?"

The man's originally suppressed voice became a little louder when he heard it.

"No! I have good intentions!"

"You have never experienced anything when you were young. Let me tell you, someone sold ten eggs back then, and only ten!"

"boom!"

The man made a gun gesture and pointed it at his head.

"People just disappeared."

"That's still sneaky, but you guys are almost opening individual restaurants to the bottom of the imperial city."

"It smells so delicious, I still want to taste it. I don't dare to eat it in your situation. You should clean up and close the door!"

Although the man was angry, he was also warm-hearted.

The young waiter burst out laughing after hearing his long speech.

Flicking the towel on his shoulders, he said:

"Oh, what you're talking about is the old calendar. Now that farmers are selling some farmer's products on the street, who will catch them?"

"These are the things that southern cities dare not take too far, and they are more taboo about these things."

"But what is the boundary of our Beiping? Policies are issued from here. All of us old Beiping people are people who care about national affairs. Our boss, why dare to do this without some confidence?"

The young man knew that this person was warm-hearted and didn't feel annoyed, so he explained a few more words and then quickly went to the back kitchen to pick up the freshly cooked dishes.

Chef Ding has tapped the spoon three times in a row.

The so-called knocking on the spoon means that the chef puts the dish on the chopping board after frying, and then knocks the frying spoon on the cauldron to make a "dang" sound.

Ordinary customers may not take it seriously, but for the food delivery staff, it means that the dishes are finished and they should leave quickly.

The young man held a plate in each hand. The two plates were the same sweet and sour carp. The soup looked red and attractive.

The big dishes in the back are even more incredible.

I don't know which big family actually ordered a large portion of Jintou Nao.

A few stalks of coriander floated on the surface of the soup, and the mixed aroma overwhelmed the smell of food in the room.

The man who tried to persuade Brother Chuancai just now sniffled.

I thought to myself, people are not in a hurry, so why should I be in a hurry.

Not to mention...

The food is so delicious, even if I came to arrest people, I said I didn't know, I just came to eat.

hiss...

So delicious.

When I'm full, I'll ask if they can continue to open. If not, I'll give them advice. After all, I'm also a university professor. I'm looking for a state-owned enterprise to be affiliated with. Such a good restaurant can't be because of such a small price Little things are yellow.

After taking the first bite, the man immediately changed his mind, and even took the initiative to think about how to "keep" the restaurant.

"A bottle of Xifeng!"

After eating a few mouthfuls of meat, this person has no scruples, and he can't help but want to have a drink.

While he was asking for wine with the buddy, the door curtain opened and a somewhat familiar figure came in.

The visitor was tall and handsome, with a calm expression and an extraordinary temperament. His face was only in his early twenties, but his eyes were extremely extraordinary, as if they contained a vast amount of wisdom.

The man adjusted his glasses, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

It's him!

More than half a year ago, there was an uproar in the whole school because of those two articles.

Even though I was teaching mathematics, I was pointed out twice by other teachers on the way and told myself that it was Xu Yang.

Why did he come to this restaurant?

The mathematics professor couldn't help but have such a question in his heart.

His ability to write such articles proves that his understanding of policies must have a certain depth.

But what does this have to do with his coming to this restaurant that was said to have only opened for a day?

I just came in by coincidence.

Is he also a coincidence?

The mathematics professor's eyes followed Xu Yang's figure all the way, only to find that he did not go to the counter to line up, but entered the back kitchen?

Suddenly, he was even more puzzled.