Chapter 212 The Gentleman of Spring City

Chapter 212 The Gentleman of Spring City

March 21, the vernal equinox.

Man San'er went back to the capital last time, then went back to Lijiapo, and came to the capital again, telling Nanyi Chuncheng that the six sons were ready to finish, and he had to go over and watch.

Nan Yi was also idle in the capital, and Masami Ueto was watching everything, so he went to Spring City with Men San'er.

There are some hotels with a long history in Chuncheng, such as the Chunyi Hotel where Nanyi and Mensaner are going, and Dingfengzhen, which is also called the Four Hotel by the locals.

Chunyi Hotel, located in the radiation circle of Chuncheng Railway Station, was formerly known as "Spring City Yamato Hotel" which was built in 1907. It was the first of the four Yamato hotels built by the Japanese in Northeast China.

It belonged to what was called "Central Street" at that time, which is the earliest building on the northern section of Renmin Street. It silently watched the vicissitudes of this not-so-old city through decades.

Most of the main buildings built by the Japanese in Chuncheng are in the "Xingya style" style, implying the intention of Japanese militarism to invade and expand. As the most advanced hotel at that time, "Yamato Hotel" obviously couldn't give people too much oppressive feeling with this style.

I don't know whether it was intentional competition with Tsarist Russia, or a coincidence of the design concept. When designers Kikujiro Ichita and Gihei Hirasawa designed the building, they adopted the most popular "Art Nouveau" style in the European architectural circle at that time, also known as the Vienna Secession style.

At that time, the Ice City, which was within the sphere of influence of Tsarist Russia, was the base camp of "Art Nouveau" style architecture in China.

Over the past few decades, Chunyi Hotel still retains the appearance of "Dahe Hotel" at that time.

Although the interior has undergone many modern upgrades, the tall shelves, narrow and long corridors, uniquely designed stairs, and decades of new glazed murals can still give people a glimpse of the richness of history and cultural accumulation.

The pattern of hotel rooms and conference halls has not changed, but the internal equipment and facilities are not what they used to be, more modern and luxurious.

More than ten years ago, it was a government reception hotel. After it was named Chunyi Hotel in 1975, this luxury hotel was also opened to ordinary people, and gradually realized its original function of market operation.

Nan Yi and Man San'er walked into the best room of Chunyi Hotel together. The heater in the room was turned on very high, and it was a little hot in their coats. The two took off their coats and sat on the sofa in the house wearing their shirts.

"Have you agreed with Liu Zi, when will he come?"

"It should be soon, I have notified him in advance, he knows we will arrive today."

Men San'er said, rummaging around in the room, and quickly found a bottle of drink from the TV cabinet, opened the bottle cap, took a big gulp into his mouth, and then spit it out.

"What does it taste like! It tastes like beer, not too sour."

"Gvass, a very popular drink in Suxiu in Eastern Europe. It is fermented with bread. The one in your hand should be Qiulin brand, which is produced in Bingcheng." Nan Yi glanced at the bottle in Men San'er's hand and said .

"I'm not used to drinking old Maozi's stuff. I've also tried their vodka, and it's the same as drinking swill."

Men San'er depressedly put the bottle aside, walked out of the room and asked the waiter for two bottles of boiled water, made two cups of tea and put them on the tea table, then sat next to Nanyi again, facing Nanyi who was looking through the travel guide Yi said, "Is there anything interesting here?"

"Victory Park, do you want to go shopping?"

"It's boring to go to the park. If you want to say that the parks in Spring City can't compare with those in Beijing."

"Then you ask me an egg."

"There's no place to play, what about a place to eat?"

"The Dingfeng we saw just now is really the most distinctive here."

"At that moment..."

Knock knock knock.

"Six sons should be here." Men San'er said.

Sure enough, the school belle opened the door, and the six sons came in, with a nice name, Gu Jingsheng.

"Master Nan, Lord Third."

"Jingsheng, don't be polite, sit down quickly." Nan Yi pointed to the chair opposite him and said.

"Why."

Liu Zi agreed, moved the chair against the wall on the other side, and sat opposite Nan Yi and Man San'er.

"My lords, you came at the right time. There are also capable people here in Chuncheng. One named Guo Fengyi is doing some kind of oiran competition on Chuncheng Street. I want to take this opportunity to throw away all the orchids in my hand."

"How much do you have?"

"Not many, there are two hundred or so pots left, all of which are high-quality products. According to the outside market, they can sell for 50,000 to 150,000 yuan. I am afraid that I will sell them too quickly and keep the price down, so I have been slow. It's slow to ship. It's good now, Guo Fengyi made such a fuss, and I happened to sell the goods quickly."

"Oh, Jingsheng, you've been here for so long, have you noticed who is behind this matter?"

Liu Zi lowered his voice and said: "I didn't know at first, but after a long time, I also figured it out. It should be the person who you think is on the hole. The way is very wild, the foundation is very deep, and the burial is quite deep.

Master Nan, I'm sorry, but I don't know the details, so I didn't dare to go any further. "

"It's okay. It's right not to touch down. It doesn't matter to me whether I know who they are. I'm just curious. Is the oiran contest you mentioned going on now?"

"I'm harvesting flowers. First, I have to select grades A, B, C, and D. At least I have to be a B grade to go to the next step. It's quite formal."

"Then let's go, let's go to see the excitement, Liu Zi, you can take us to the place and do your own business."

"Okay, Master Nan."

The six sons took Nanyi and Man San'er to Chuncheng Avenue, and pointed out the place for them, and he also left.

When Nan Yi and Man San'er walked towards the oiran competition site, Song Lao San was also wrapped in a cotton monkey, holding a box, and walking on the street step by step.

Song Laosan, an ordinary worker in the county below Chuncheng, his real name is not very pleasant, because he is the third eldest in the family, over time, others also call him Song Laosan.

Two years ago, he responded to the call and raised two pots of orchids, which he took good care of. Recently, he heard that the flower market was booming, and his old lady was sick, so he decided to come to Spring City to try his luck.

He had inquired all the way, and managed to find the flower market on Hongqi Street, but he didn't see the legendary crowds of people waving like shadows. Instead, people all walked in one direction and left the flower market quickly.

"Brother, why isn't this flower market open, and everyone is going outside?" Song Laosan stopped a passerby and asked.

"There are activities going on over there, hey, start driving for me, don't drag me!"

The other party pulled Song Laosan away and hurriedly dodged.

Song Laosan was not annoyed by being turned away, and took another look into the flower market, and found that it should not be too deserted, so he made up his mind and simply followed the direction of the large army.

Not long after, people arrived at Chuncheng Street.

Well, Song Laosan took a look, there was a sea of ​​people here, crowded, like Jiaqiao [sparrows] gathering together to keep out the cold.

After struggling to squeeze a few people away, they couldn't get in anymore, so Song Laosan had to stand outside.

I saw a small space in front of the department store, and a person was standing there with something unknown in his hand, talking there: "My name is Guo Fengyi, and many people may know me.

I have been growing flowers for more than ten years, from penniless to a little successful, and now I have my own flower company. It can be said that I watched Clivia's career with my own eyes, how it got to where it is today step by step.

I heard that the city is discussing to designate Clivia as the city flower, and there must be special regulations. The orchid trade is subject to tax and will be protected.

When I think of the vigorous development of our orchid business in Spring City, I feel overwhelmed. I can't do without the help of many people...

In order to celebrate the prosperous times, give back to the elders in my hometown, and make some contributions to the cause of Clivia, I specially invited two orchid experts to hold a Kao Competition.

Starting today, for a period of five days, everyone voluntarily signs up for the competition, and we will make a judgment.

On the fifth day, we put the high-quality Clivia selected earlier into a competition. Just like the ancient champions, we also made the top three winners, the second, and the top three.

The first place, the champion of flowers, that is, our flower king, I will personally reward 10,000 yuan; the second place, the second place in the flower list, will be rewarded with 5,000 yuan; the third place, the first flower among flowers, will be rewarded with 3,000 yuan..."

Buzz buzz!

Song Laosan could no longer hear what Guo Fengyi was saying, and there was overwhelming noise in his ears and around him, and he felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead.

Ten thousand yuan, my monthly salary is fifty, six hundred a year, and I can save it for twenty years without eating or drinking. He only felt that his eyes were gray, his voice seemed to fall to the ground, the crowd seemed to be still for a while, and then the starting gun fired, and everyone rushed forward with a bang.

Song Laosan pushed the person in front, and was also pushed by the person behind. He was already lifted off the ground because he was not tall, and he was pushed forward just like that.

The messy and befuddled Song Laosan's mind was empty for a moment. Suddenly, he felt a little hot, so he tore off the cotton button of his cotton monkey and let the "hot air" pour into it.

Then, when the nose was itchy for some reason, the little finger picked it inside, picked it out and rubbed it on the cotton monkey to refresh the nose.

She stared at the front, watching people walking in one by one, and finally it was her turn to line up in front of the door, and when she was about to go in, someone stopped her.

"Signed up?"

"ah?"

Song Laosan was dumbfounded again.

"Pay the registration fee of five yuan first."

"Five dollars!"

Song Laosan's soul was out of his body, and he jumped three feet high. He wished to give the person who stopped him an "electric gun". Five yuan was enough to feed himself for half a month.

He wanted to leave, but saw that several people beside him had already paid for it, so he thought for a while: "My flowers are not bad. If I win the first prize, it will be 10,000!"

Be cruel and heartless, pay the money and enter the door.

After entering, there was another queue, but there were many more railings, which were strung together with ropes and artificially separated into three rows.

He followed the team in a daze, and when there were only a few people left in front of him, he saw a table inside, with a young man sitting beside him, and a sign with people's names on it.

"Level C, eliminated."

"I've raised flowers for more than half a year, and you give me a grade C?" A bald head jumped out suddenly and shouted, "Little bastard, be careful that I will cut you, what are you doing, cheating money, right? I don't play Yes, give me back the five dollars."

The bald head is vicious and fierce, and he looks like he is ready to fight at any time.

The young judge was gentle, adjusted his glasses, smiled and said: "We didn't force you to sign up, it was all voluntary, since you are here to participate, of course I, as a judge, must be fair and open.

Flowers, good is good, bad is bad, your flowers are not high-grade, but I gave them A-class, that is cheating money, and it is extremely unfair to other people. "

The words of the young people were recognized by other people, and some people cheered.

"That's right, why are you arguing if you can't afford it?"

"Fuck off, others are still queuing up!"

"go out!"

"go out……"

Seemingly guilty of public outrage, the bald head was also persuaded, and left angrily holding his orchid.

After this episode, the team disappeared faster, and after a while, it was Song Laosan's turn.

"Hello, let me take a look at your flowers." The young judge smiled at Song Laosan.

"Ah... oh oh oh."

Song Laosan hurriedly opened the box and took out a pot of Clivia.

"The heat preservation measures are well done, and he is a person who cherishes flowers." The young judge first commented on the wooden box, and then observed it carefully, "You are a big victory, how many years have you raised it?"

"For more than two years, it didn't bloom in the first year, and it only bloomed this year."

Song Laosan's voice trembled violently.

"The leaves are medium-wide, short-pointed, glossy and waxy, smooth to the touch, narrow veins, obvious protrusions, big bright red flowers, neat, and good in appearance..." The young judges nodded and stuck a piece of red paper on the flower pot Come on, "Class A, you can participate in the next round, go over there to register."

Song Laosan was still in a daze, and carried the flowers to the table pointed by the young judges. An employee of Guo Fengyi Flower Company was in charge of registration and measured them with a ruler.

"Song Silly Roe Deer, ×× County ×× Street ×× Lane, a Dashengli plant with 73 leaves and six flowers..."

"Put this away, and come to the finals in a few days." The staff handed a red card to Song Laosan.

"oh oh!"

It was only now that Song Laosan understood that Class A was able to participate in the final selection, and looked at the cards again, feeling inexplicable in his heart, this is a game of high status, so happy.

When he walked out of the hall, the cold wind picked up and he was quite awake, but then he was frightened by several people rushing up.

"How long...how long?"

"How many ratings?"

Song Laosan replied tremblingly: "A...A and so on."

"Is there any red paper?"

"have."

Song Laosan shook out the red card, and the eyes of the people beside him lit up instantly, and they were eager to grab it.

"Five thousand, five thousand, sell me!"

"Fuck off, the first guy will give you five thousand when he waits for you? I'll give you ten thousand, ten thousand!"

"No sincerity, I will offer 20,000."

Twenty thousand?

Song Laosan's body shook again, and the word "sell" was about to blurt out.

But for some reason, my mind, which is usually not very bright, will become extremely clear, just like when I copy the bottom and make a decision under the leeks halfway up the mountain, and I am full of passion for the future.

"No, if I win the first prize, no, no, even if I get a third prize, it will be more than 20,000 yuan." After thinking about it, Song Laosan was full of pride and waved his hands domineeringly, "If you don't sell it, I want it." Choose Kao!"

Song Laosan will be like Song Jiang possessing a body. Looking at the people around him, he thinks that either Wang Lun or Chao Gai are fucking stepping stones for him. He only has two words in his heart - Zhaoan.

Haha, Kao!

Pushing away the crowd surrounding him, the cotton monkey on his body has also turned into a yellow robe, and the pretty widow who has been thinking about him for many years has gradually faded away. The girl named Jinlian who came from the factory office The frowns and smiles of the college students are on the mind.

Standing in the corner watching the excitement, Nanyi hummed "God of Gamblers Appears BGM" for Song Lao San, "Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdeng, Dengdengdeng..."

"Master Nan, I see how this grandson's temperament has changed suddenly. His waist has become straighter and his legs have become straighter."

"Money is a man's guts. If you have 20,000 in your pocket, whoever you love will be counted among the best in the world." Nanyi said, his eyes were still on Song Laosan. He had already seen a person who should be a reporter come he goes.

"Hi, I'm a reporter from Clivia Daily. Did you just participate in the selection?"

Song Laosan nodded and said, "Yes, I just came out of it."

The current Song Laosan is no longer the previous Song Laosan. He no longer has a fever, and he no longer coughs.

"Then can you talk about your impressions, just how do you feel?"

"It feels very good. The three judges in it are all very good, especially the young judge comrade who is very capable, with a keen eye to 'see' beads, and gave my flower a first-class review."

"Then can I see your flowers?"

"Can."

Song Laosan took the flowers out of the box, and the surrounding melons rushed up again, discussing in one go.

"This big victory is short-lived, but its appearance is really good, no wonder it is awarded the first grade."

"The judges inside are very reliable. My flowers were given to the second class. I still couldn't convince myself, and they explained it to me in detail."

"It was a young judge who showed me. He is really professional. Anyway, I am convinced."

"Hey, he also commented on mine. He doesn't show off at all and has a good attitude."

Click!

The reporter snapped a photo, and then invited Song Laosan to take a solo photo.

Song Laosan posed a pose, and Nan Yi looked a bit like "Shooting on Emei Peak alone", wondering if Song Laosan's surname was Jiang Lai.

"I'm hungry, go to Dingfengzhen."

Having seen enough excitement, Nan Yi said to Men San'er.

"Walk."

As soon as the two entered Dingfengzhen, a fat waiter greeted them.

"Come on, brother."

"I haven't seen my sister for a few days, and I've become rich again. It's so good and mellow."

"Oh my god, little brother, you are so good at talking, please come inside, please come inside." The fat waiter laughed tremblingly.

Nan Yi and Men San'er walked into the shop, chose a table and sat down, "Sister, I'll order the dishes we often eat, such as roasted deer tail, ground three delicacies, really different pickles, baked leeks, emerald ginseng Maotai chicken, There is also a sauce meat."

"Okay, I'll serve you soon."

"Hey, thank you sister, my brother has to trouble you to go back to Baozhen to help us buy 8 taels of dumplings, do you think it will work?"

"What's wrong with it, on Sister Bao's body."

The fat waiter patted his chest, and with the indescribable shaking up and down, the floor resonated, click, click, and the sound of floor tiles breaking.

"Then trouble sister."

Nanyi took out money and food stamps from his pocket and handed them to the fat waiter, "Sister, I'll give you this much, you don't need to refund if you have more, and come back to make up for less."

The fat waiter took the five yuan and five catties of national food stamps, and giggled again, the folds on his face were layered on top of each other, turning into dumpling wrappers.

"Double Five" pushed the fat waiter to make her legs and feet light. Not only did she quickly go to the kitchen to place an order, but she also grabbed a handful of Lao Maosheng's ginseng fudge for Nanyi and the others, and asked them to sweeten their mouths first.

Then, using her core strength, her upper body didn't move, but her lower body stepped out of the afterimage of her legs, and she went out to help buy dumplings in no time.

"Master Nan, this fat girl is so attentive, do you think Qian Piao cheated, or was she limped by your sweet talk?"

"When Venerable Yin Zong was teaching the scriptures, sometimes the wind would blow the flags. One monk said the wind was moving, and the other monk said the flags were moving. The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng said: 'It's not the wind, nor the flags, but your heart.'

I don’t have the great wisdom of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, so I can only say: ‘When I slap you with my hand, is it your face that hurts or my hand that hurts? '"

"Of course it's Emma's heartache." Men San'er laughed.

"Come to the Spring City, but don't look at the customs, you still need to understand the human relationship. The car and boat shop is the most well-informed, and I will let this fat lady introduce a guide later."

"What's the point of introducing it? I think she is the only one. She will definitely be happy."

Men San'er is still poor-tongued.