Meeting Qin Zhangmen is the most prestigious noodle restaurant in City A, which is an authentic Lanzhou ramen. Although it is famous, the store is actually not big, with 40 or 50 seats scattered, and there are two private rooms with curtains open. It is probably because some customers don't want to be seen eating noodles. In fact, the world has quite a misunderstanding about Lanzhou Ramen. Although all the streets in Lanzhou are full of noodle restaurants, they are definitely not called ramen. The noodle shops there are all XX beef noodles. The most authentic one is naturally Ma Zilu Beef Noodles. I heard that the chef there can get up and knead the noodles at 3 o'clock in the morning. The soup is also particular, at least the pot that makes the soup must be several rounds older than the person who eats the noodles. As for this one in City A, the materials used are also very particular. The owner is an authentic Lanzhou native with the surname Ma, but I don’t know if he has any blood relationship with Ma Zilu.
"One serving is two minutes, don't chopped green onion." Feng Shumen is familiar with the road, and he often comes to this noodle restaurant, but he doesn't know that Qin Lao is also a glutton. The place selected by Qin Lao fits Feng's mind, and it is quiet in the chaos. Although there are people waiting everywhere, no one would think that this old and young will actually discuss the destination of the rivers and lakes in this noisy noodle restaurant.
"I also specially added a portion of beef." Qin Lao looked at the thin slices in the maple bowl. "What you eat is light."
"It's the best feeling if there is no such thing as if there is nothing. It's hopeless but not possible. Give yourself more to miss." Feng answered cleverly, "You have been in a booming business recently?"
"It's okay. Those unskilled apprentices have come up with some kind of company. It is estimated that my pension funds have fallen." Old Qin's face is slightly proud. Although the situation is not counted, it is worthy of the ancestors and ancestors. "Tell me to come out for dinner, but what's the trouble?" Old Qin knew that this kid Feng would not go to the Three Treasure Hall.
"It's not a big deal. I came up with an idea a few days ago, wanting to reorganize a thousand doors and play a big game. Because the eight generals are not complete, I want to invite Mr. Qin to join the group." Feng originally wanted to pull a few words on the bottom of the sea, but After looking at the beef noodles in the bowl, he finally gave up.
"Tell me an old man who is not good enough to join the gang? Fortunately, you can think of it, I am also the head of the door?" Old Qin laughed and took a sip of noodle soup, twisted up a slice of beef, and chewed carefully. "Are you going to borrow a general? This is too unruly, right? How can the borrower be notified in advance?" Just kidding, even if it is a borrower, it is the borrowed person or helpless or unknowingly being used as a gun. So, where is Feng like that, he can tell the story straightforwardly.
"If you change, you will die, and the rules will die. The kid is a pragmatic person. How do you say that? He hides his merit and fame." Feng boasted that he didn't miss any traces, and his face could stop ak47's bullets. Up.
"Tell me, what are your plans?" Old Qin looked at the surrounding diners who were immersed in the noodles. He admired Feng's courage. It is estimated that no one except himself would have thought that this young and old would be a famous king. No one knows that Choi and the head of Qin will know that what these two people are discussing here is actually the overall situation of putting the world in.
"Last time in the Great Mountain of Hundred Thousands of Thousands, do you have any impression of the man in black who hurt Su Hai Harrier?" Feng drank the last sip of the noodle soup, still unsatisfied, and greeted the man again to serve a bowl. Anyway, this beef noodle is mostly used as a breakfast in Lanzhou. The noodles are only two or two, but the big bowl of beef bone soup with deep-fried spicy pepper can dispel the bitter cold of winter.
"Impressed." Old Qin didn’t eat like Feng’s boldness, and the old man’s movements were slow and tidy. "Didn’t you mention the Yongle ceremony? I know you have something in your words. Those young people may not know it. How could we old coffins fail Do you know the key?" Old Qin glanced around with his head down to drink the noodle soup, "I guess it has nothing to do with'it'." As soon as the words came out, even Dai Juncho was taken aback. Almost choked a mouthful of thick soup into his lungs. The old man was a clear man, and couldn't hide anything from him. As for this one, I have been in contact with Mr. Liang back then. Although the alliance between Feng Siye and Dai Junchou has been recognized by the top and the army, there is still a mysterious force watching in secret. This is'it'. . 'It' does not influence the situation of the battle. When everything is proceeding in a reasonable and reasonable manner,'it' is a spectator. But if one party suddenly does something out of the ordinary,'it' will definitely take action.
Feng was surprised because he didn't expect that Old Man Qin actually knew so much. If it is said that Qin Laoneng thought of another river and lake that existed in secret because of the Yongle ceremony, it is not surprising that Qin Lao actually asserted that this river and lake is a part of "it", this courage and vision, Dai Junqiu has not said that he has yet. In fact, he only made some guesses, and what he said from Old Qin's mouth could be measured with a micrometer.
"You are really a foresight, it seems that the lobbying that I thought of before is not useful. Then this matter is much simpler, how about it, whether to do it?" Feng did not even leave Qin to think about it. What he wants is the decisiveness of the time he wants, and only decisiveness can ensure the implementation of the plan. Of course, there is a difference between acting decisively and acting recklessly. Dai Junchou has reason to believe that an old fox like Qin Lao didn't know how many times he had insomnia before meeting him, and he had already done enough homework.
"I just ask you, if this thing fails, what will be the worst result?" Qin Lao has always been safe and always emphasizes the bottom line in everything. In this round, he has to fight the entire gambling gate. How can he not? Know how many chips you can push.
"For Qianmen, Penglai Mountain is flying anyway, and the ideals of Qianmen are also flying. For Qianmen, the craftsmanship has already been passed down, and your disciples who are'incapable' have already seized power. The heart of usurping the throne. As for you and me, it's more than a death." Feng said as if it was scum in a bowl, it had no connotation, it was straightforward.
Old Qin didn't care. He savoured the not much beef in the bowl while chewing on Feng's alarmist words. At the end, he said, "The life of an old man and the life of a little madman don't seem to be very valuable. Probably. . It’s worth two bowls of beef noodles.” After he picked up a toothpick to pick his teeth, he shouted: “The shopkeeper, check out. Counted on this young boy's head.” After speaking, he swaggered out the door. Before leaving, I didn't forget to take a stack of napkins from the store.