In Luoyang City, Tiexie Lisong Lamb Soup Hall.
Before dawn, Boss Li was already busy and sweaty. He got up at 5 a.m. every day and began to prepare for a day's business, which has been like a day for decades.
At six o'clock exactly, the boss of Li opened the door to welcome the first group of early risers.
At about half past six, Li Tianming appeared at the door to greet Boss Li.
Li Tianming wakes up very early every day, gets up at 5 o'clock to wash, thinks through yesterday's business first, and then plans for today's arrangements.
After everything is clear to my chest, I will hit a set of slow punches.
From when he worked for the fat manager in the supply and marketing agency, he developed this habit for ten years. Even when the gatekeeper of the abandoned textile factory was doing nothing, he insisted on such a routine.
After all this is done, he slowly walked to the mutton soup restaurant in the next street to drink a bowl of warm and fragrant mutton soup made by the boss himself, which is Li Tianming's greatest enjoyment every day.
This mutton soup restaurant was originally a small shop in a suburban town. Because of the hot business and the constant flow of diners, the owner changed shotguns and moved the shop to Luoyang City.
The small restaurant is a two-story antique building with rough glazed tiles on the eaves. There are nearly a dozen large tables in the hall. There are only four or five diners. They all put their heads down and put the mutton soup. The drinking hula rang straight.
Li Tianming followed the boss through the back door of the hall and into the backyard. The yard was full of debris and soup bowls neatly stacked there.
Go through the backyard and walk straight to the kitchen in the backyard.
The light in the kitchen was very dim, with a dim light on. A young girl in a flowered apron is sitting on a small bench cutting lamb, next to which is piled up like a hill of sliced lamb.
"Boss Li, this is mutton with bamboo shoots for you." Boss Li pointed to a loin of lamb and said. "Just cooked."
Tenderloin is a small long strip of meat close to the back of the spine of livestock. It is also called "bamboo shoot mutton" because it looks like bamboo shoots and has slender fibers. This part of the meat is tender and slippery and has a compact structure. This is Li Tianming's favorite The portion to eat.
Li Tianming nodded.
Boss Li took the meat knife from the little girl and cut it carefully by himself. The thin slices of lamb were evenly stacked in the bowl, and each slice was almost the same size and thickness.
The little girl put the bowl on the chopping board at the door.
Next to the chopping board, there is a big dark iron pot, which is placed on an adobe stove, and the firewood at the bottom of the pot is still burning finely.
As soon as the lid was lifted, the iron pan was steaming continuously, and lamb bones, mutton and haggis were slowly tumbling inside.
The heat continued to rise and diffuse in the dim light, with the dim light overhead, I felt that time was also lengthened and slowed down.
The old soup is boiled in the iron pot, the real one-hundred-year old soup.
Since Lao Li's grandfathers are making this pot of soup, I don't know how many years it has been. What is being refined in the pot is no longer mutton soup, but days, every day, like a year, just like this year after year ●31 novel app download address ●One year slowly.
Boss Li has one hand on his hips and a large iron spoon in the other. Dip the spoon with salt, coriander and green onion froth, then put the spoon into the iron pan, flip his wrist gently, and scoop a large spoonful of lamb soup. Like a sword dancing, the spoon quickly drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the steaming lamb soup poured into the bowl. The soup just reached the mouth of the bowl, and no drop was spilled.
Every time Li Tianming had to go to the back kitchen personally, watching Boss Li complete this set of actions in person, as if he admired a craft and never tire of it.
The mutton soup is very clear, white and solid. The owner uses a special technique to hide the unique mutton smell of mutton very well. It is not greasy. On the contrary, it has a delicate fragrance, which makes the index finger move.
The lamb in the soup, embellished with coriander and green onion, looks like a painting full of spring.
Li Tianming picked up the soup bowl with a wooden plate, and the little mutton-cutting girl took out two freshly baked biscuits from the stove and placed them on the wooden plate.
The little girl smiled and revealed two white tiger teeth. Li Tianming nodded to the two of them, and walked to the front yard with the wooden tray.
Boss Li and the little girl watched Li Tianming go away. They repeat the same process every morning.
Li Tianming did not sit in the hall with everyone, but went straight upstairs. There are two private rooms upstairs, which are specially set up to entertain distinguished guests.
Li Tianming carefully held the soup bowl and bowed his head into one of the rooms. He knew that there would be no one in this box, and there would be no other diners at this point—this was specially reserved for him by Boss Li.
But today is an exception. There is already a person sitting at the table in the private room. A middle-aged white man with thin eyebrows and slender eyes sat there.
Li Tianming was stunned.
The leader looked at him with a smile: "Long time no see!"
Li Tianming was still there.
The dragon head beckoned him to pass.
Li Tianming moved mechanically to the table, and mechanically placed the wooden plate on the table.
The dragon head closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Good fragrance! Tie Xie Lisong, well-deserved reputation."
Li Tianming found his tongue at this time: "Long, Long, Zhang, Mr. Zhang, you, why are you here?"
The faucet took out a package from under the table, wrapped a thick package neatly with newspaper, gently placed it on the table, and clicked with his finger: "I will give you the reward for the last batch of goods. coming."
"This, this, how am I ashamed to let you deliver it in person? You, can you just send others to come. Or tell me, I'll send someone to get it... and trouble you to travel so far in person."
Li Tianming looked at the bag of things. Based on his experience, it was estimated that the contents in it were at least 20% less than expected.
The leader smiled and said: "It's been a long time since I saw you, I just want to talk to you too."
"Listen to Yangming, you are doing a lot of business now..."
Li Tianming hurriedly opened his mouth to explain. The dragon head waved his hand to signal him not to rush
"This is also a good thing, and we happen to need more funds and sources of supply."
"But, I heard him say you want to increase the price?"
Li Tianming ate and said, "I, I... didn't mean that"
Although the tone of the dragon head has always been very kind, but Li Tianming has always been frightened. I don't know why, he is also a person who has seen strong winds and waves. In front of the Song brothers and Ma Wangye, he can be calm and free. But in front of this leader, he always had an inexplicable sense of panic.
Li Tianming knew that it was best not to cover up in front of the dragon head. It was useless to deny it now, so he had to bite the bullet and explain.
After a cough, he cleared his throat and said:
"In the past, we shipped ourselves. I don't have any opinion on how much you give, as long as we can maintain everyone's daily expenses.
However, nowadays, many sources of goods are sold from other people. They originally had a set of quotations. If the price is too low, I am afraid that it will be difficult to convince the public, and the business cannot be done..."
This set of rhetoric was prepared by Li Tianming for a long time, and now he is willing to give it up, and he said it in one breath without stumbling.
The leader nodded: "Well, the Song brothers set the shipping market now, right? Then we can't mess with the rules all at once. After all, doing business must conform to the market operation rules, haha."
When Li Tianming heard the leader's tone loosen, he was not only secretly happy, but he was still sad on the surface.
The leader thought for a while and asked, "What is the general commission for the Song family brothers in the four major antique markets in Luoyang?"
Li Tianming was shocked, the leader was very familiar with the operation of Luoyang Wenwan Market.
"Three to thirty percent."
"Well, then we will give you half-percentage in the future, what do you think?" The leader said slowly, although it was in a negotiating tone, but the tone was beyond doubt.
Li Tianming felt cold when he heard it. The meaning of the leader is obvious. The purchase price remains the same, but his commission has changed from 30% to half, and the benefits are all caught by you. Then I will make a fart...
Seeing Li Tianming lowered his head and did not speak, the leader patiently "enlightened" him and said: "I know, from 30% to 50%, the gap is huge. But now the total shipment volume has increased, so in fact, your income, It’s still better than before."
Having said this, the leader stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back: "The Song brothers make so much money for their own selfish desires. They do business for the purpose of making money and enjoying themselves.
We are fundamentally different from them.
Remember, everything you do is to support the country's scientific research-this is the main reason why we can tolerate you doing these illegal acts. "
Hearing this, Li Tianming was shocked. The leader has never told himself about his profession and unit, and he has never dared to ask, but it seems to be very important to listen to this. Can it be linked to the construction of the country? What kind of status should I belong to when I do things under his hands...
The dragon head turned around to look at him and said, "I'll just say so much, you can understand it yourself."
Li Tianming nodded "painfully", indicating that he understood and obeyed the organizational decision.
The leader returned to the table and sat down: "Actually, sending money is not my main purpose. I am here this time mainly for another matter."
Li Tianming frowned. He knew that the dragon head would not show up simply to "comfort" him. In fact, he only had to order people to spread the word, and Li Tianming would not dare not listen to it no matter how courageous he was.
The dragon head's presence here must have other purposes.
The dragon head was silent for a while, as if thinking about something, he suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Have you heard of the two heroes of Mobei?"