The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 344 Inspecting the People's Canteen, Encountering Restaurant Fraud

The preparatory work is relatively easy, so Qian Jin can focus his energy on Taishan Road.

Especially now that Wei Qinghuan is pregnant, he has even more energy to spare, and he's as fierce as Tarzan all day long.

The Taishan Road Labor Assault Team has now become a base-like team because the assault team under Qian Jin's command has been renamed the Haibin City Labor Assault Team, which can now recruit young people throughout Haibin City.

This was like a pebble thrown into calm water, creating ripples that drew young people from other streets to rush towards Taishan Road.

Qian Jin's side is welcoming, since there are specific rules and regulations to follow when recruiting team members.

Any team member who passes the assessment can be recruited into the assault team, which aligns with his initial promise made when resolving the beach conflict.

Once the drought relief efforts are over, I will do everything I can to help everyone solve their work problems.

Of course, this requires a sufficient number of jobs.

So Qian Jin scheduled various tasks, including opening a restaurant, a food store, expanding his garment factory, and finding a place to build a farmers' market, for a set date.

Opening a restaurant is the most urgent task here.

Before the labor shock brigade went to the countryside, they had already rented a two-story building in Taixiang Farmers Market to open a restaurant, and the renovation work was almost finished.

However, the sudden drought brought the restaurant business to an abrupt halt.

Now that the team members have returned, it's time to put things back on the agenda.

Taishan Road is now almost the most vibrant street in the city.

When the team members returned, the streets suddenly saw several hundred more young people.

These people quickly adapted to the rhythm of life on Taishan Road, and then restored the street to its former vitality.

Taishan Road Garment Factory was the first to resume normal production.

In the past two years, the garment factory has expanded and now has hundreds of female workers. The sewing machines inside are constantly making a "clattering" sound, often still running after get off work in the evening.

I need to work overtime.

A wooden mannequin was erected at the factory gate, covered with the latest trendy "outlandish costumes"—

A crisp polyester Zhongshan suit, an expensive Western suit, a collared youth suit, and bell-bottoms with legs that flare out like trumpet flowers, which are most sought after by young people.

The colors are no longer limited to monotonous blue, gray, and black; navy blue, military green, and even fabrics with subtle plaid patterns have appeared.

This is thanks to the new textile machines at the No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill.

At the end of the workday, you can always see young workers wearing brand-new bell-bottoms, with permed hair or slicked-back hair, riding their gleaming bicycles to the gate of the garment factory to choose clothes.

Sometimes I choose for myself, sometimes for my coworkers, and sometimes when relatives and friends come, they bring them along for a look around.

Whether or not to buy it is another matter, it's always good to broaden one's horizons.

After getting off work on Friday, Qian Jin rode his motorcycle into the garment factory.

The spacious warehouse was already full.

There are hundreds of sewing machines on display.

Qian Jin sought out the chief designer, Zhang Hongmei. Now, the old lady is busy and has rediscovered the passion and fighting spirit of her youth, and is in great spirits.

Although his hair was already gray, his complexion was rosy.

Of course, this may also be related to the elderly milk powder and nutritional supplements that Qian Jin provided for her.

The leaders and cadres of the various small collective enterprises of the labor shock brigade were given some extra welfare items.

Qian Jin greeted her.

Zhang Hongmei handed the nearly finished trench coat to her apprentice and said with a smile, "Chief Qian, didn't you transfer to a higher-level unit? How come you still have time to come over?"

Qian Jin said "Hi" and handed her a book of clothing design drawings: "I've come to inspect the work."

"Well, a warm welcome! Would you like to stop what you're doing and listen to a few words from me?" Zhang Hongmei flipped through a few pages, her smile widening.

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm not Li Guyi, who would want to listen to my voice?"

"I came here mainly to remind you to speed up the production of the 'Lushan Romance' series of costumes."

Since the reform and opening up, major events have occurred every year and every month, covering all aspects of life.

For example, a film with far-reaching influence was released in July of this year.

"Romance on Mount Lu"

When the film was first released, young people were busy fighting the drought, and many of them did not go to the cinema.

But this film is of epoch-making significance at the time, and young people quickly realized that it was good and flocked to the cinema.

Even now in September, the movie is still showing in theaters, and countless people have watched it again and again.

Qian Jin also went to take a look.

Then I realized that a 'Lushan fever' was about to sweep through society.

Tourism in Lushan will definitely boom, but that has nothing to do with him; Haibin City won't get a piece of this lucrative pie.

but!

Taishan Road Garment Factory is a good option!

The female lead changed into a whopping 43 outfits in the movie, which is unimaginable in today's films.

Just like when the movie "Manhunt" was released, the costumes of the male and female leads will definitely become popular among young people in society.

Especially the red dress worn by the female lead, which could break the monopoly of blue and green clothing in society, must be copied quickly.

To this end, Qian Jin launched the "Lushan Love Series Clothing" project, hoping to capitalize on the current trend.

Especially since there is no concept of intellectual property protection in China now, he doesn't have to pay the major copyright fee, so he can earn more money.

Zhang Hongmei was somewhat distressed: "We've held many meetings to discuss disassembling, cutting, and redesigning these costumes, but it's not easy. At most, we can only catch a glimpse of them in the movie..."

"Why didn't you tell me about this problem?" Qian Jin took out a picture book from his briefcase.

Open the catalog, and the first page features a white suit.

This is the outfit worn by the female lead, Zhou Yun, when she returns from the United States at the beginning of the movie "Romance on Lushan Mountain".

This suit features a waist-cinching design, which is rare in women's clothing these days, making women appear slimmer. At the same time, the suit's unique nature gives it a sophisticated and capable feel, which will surely be popular with strong-willed women.

Alternatively, the same fabric can be used to make a white vest and white trousers, which is what Zhou Yun wore when she went into the woods to teach Geng Hua English pronunciation in the movie.

The next page features a white top paired with red flared pants.

The top was a white dress with purple flowers, which was also paired with puff sleeves and a hat in the movie.

Qian Jin wanted these red flared trousers.

They can't make white dresses with purple flowers anymore because they don't have the fabric.

Also, there was a peach-colored sweater and black flared pants, which was the highlight of today's money inflow:
"Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner, and the weather is getting colder, so sweaters will definitely be popular. Therefore, I would like you to select a group of girls from the team to learn how to use a sweater machine to produce sweaters."

"Red fabric is hard to find, but red yarn balls are so easy to come by. We'll work day and night with our knitting machines to produce these red sweaters for sale, and they're sure to be a hit!"

The sweater machine he was referring to was a high-speed knitting machine, which is readily available in shopping malls and is a small machine that can be operated by a single person.

There is a high-speed knitting machine that is 90 centimeters long, 80 centimeters wide, and 1.5 meters high, with a power of only 370 watts, which is very suitable for their garment factory workers to operate.

This machine cannot directly knit finished sweaters, but it can knit a sweater sleeve and body without any problem, which only takes a few minutes.

Once the sleeves and main body of the sweater are complete, it's a semi-finished product. On this basis, it takes very little time for female workers to sew on buttons and small ornaments.

Qian Jin flipped open the catalog and pointed to the next page, saying, "There's also this pink sweater and pants set. It's a complete outfit and can also be machine-knitted. It should sell well in the coming days."

"Most of the other clothing items are summer dresses, which we won't produce right now because no one will buy them when the weather gets cold."

"But pay attention to this, um, these are jeans. I'll get the canvas needed to produce this kind of clothing as soon as possible. You need to put the production of denim clothing and jeans on the agenda..."

After considering it for a moment, Zhang Hongmei said, "The mission is urgent, and there is pressure, but I think my girls can overcome these difficulties and achieve victory."

Qian Jin nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I will find someone to send the sweater machines over as soon as possible. I have ordered ten machines from abroad for the first batch. If our sweaters are popular in the market, I can increase the quantity."

"Romance on Mount Lu" will be the clothing factory's first IP.

He knew this IP would be very valuable.

Because "Romance on Lushan Mountain" will be a hit for thirty years!
Throughout the 1980s, the clothes worn by the male and female leads were highly sought after by young people.

He got out of the garment factory and drove his car, only to find that his mobile repair shops had reappeared on the streets.

The mechanics' vehicles have now been modified, a significant upgrade from basic equipment to advanced technology.

Toolboxes and folding workbenches were added to both sides of the rear seat. When the workbench is opened, it is supported by the seat and toolbox, which can be used to do a lot of things.

A bicycle with a small wooden sign hanging on the front that reads "Watch Repair, Bicycle Repair, Radio Repair" rings as it travels through the residential area.

Previously, the emergency response team was busy with drought relief, and the repair shops were closed for a long time, so many households accumulated some tools that needed repair.

So these past few days, the repair shop hasn't even needed to leave Taishan Road; business is booming.

Qian Jin parked his car at a stall, where the air was filled with a mixture of smells of engine oil, rosin, and solder.

The repairman was about to fix a radio with a red light bulb. He carefully disassembled the delicate parts inside the radio, fiddled with them for a few moments, and the radio started making sound.

He handed the machine to the old man.

The old man grinned from ear to ear: "Our own repair shop is still the most reliable. They fixed my radio for only 80 cents. Last month, I went to the state-run repair shop on Wutaishan Road, and they wanted 10 yuan!"

As he spoke, he patted the old radio in his hand and said, "Whether this old thing is worth ten yuan is another matter!"

The repairman laughed heartily: "It's worth it. It's been with you for so many years, probably longer than your son has been with you, right? It has to be valuable, otherwise why would people ask you for money like this?"

The old man chuckled: "That makes sense. Besides my wife, it's the only thing that's been with me the longest."

As he spoke, the old man turned on the switch to increase the volume, and Su Xiaoming's clear and gentle singing voice came through:

"The night in the naval port is quiet, the waves gently rock the warships, and the young sailors, their heads resting on the waves, have sweet smiles on their faces as they sleep..."

There were people queuing behind the old man. As soon as he left, a female worker pushed a bicycle up the queue.

The front tire is flat.

The repairman skillfully removed the inner tube of the Flying Pigeon bicycle, inflated it, spun it in water, found the puncture, applied glue, and then attached a piece of rubber. After gluing it together, it was ready to use.

"One cent!"

The repairman looked up to collect the money and then noticed that Qian Jin was standing next to him.

The main problem was that there was a crowd of people around him, some were neighbors watching the commotion, and others were customers waiting for their things to be repaired, who had blocked his view.

The repairman greeted Qian Jin, who replied, "It's nothing, I'm just taking a stroll, you go ahead with your work."

However, compared to the repair shops and clothing factories, the biggest change is the Taishan Road People's Spiritual Civilization Service Station, which was established last year.

Originally, this company wasn't called Service Equipment; it was called Taishan Road People's Spiritual Civilization Service Enterprise.

However, due to the limited number of employees and the lack of business in the past, the staff felt they were unworthy of the name 'company'.

You should know that among the several small collective enterprises in the entire commando team, the People's Mobile Canteen has the highest profit, but it is only called a canteen. Their unit is called an enterprise, which is always ridiculed.

Therefore, with Qian Jin's consent, the Taishan Road People's Spiritual Civilization Service Enterprise was renamed the Low-key Spiritual Civilization Service Station.

The service provider now has only one task: setting up simple newsstands at several major traffic intersections.

It's called a pavilion, but it's actually just a small shed made of wooden planks and sheet metal, painted green, with a sunshade on top, and that's it.

This place sells books and newspapers, displaying the day's People's Daily, Haibin Daily, Reference News, as well as best-selling magazines such as Popular Cinema, Wulin, and Story Club.

The young service station staff, dressed in blue overalls and wearing red armbands, warmly greeted passersby and workers going to and from get off work.

"Comrade, want to read the newspaper? The Reference News just arrived!"

"Master, the latest episode of 'Wulin' has a new story about Huo Yuanjia!"

Newspapers costing just a few cents a copy and magazines costing just a few dimes a month were surprisingly popular.

Qian Jin is very satisfied with the current revenue of the service station.

Unfortunately, society currently lacks an entertainment environment. It will be time for service stations to shine when the atmosphere becomes more relaxed.

He has a clear vision for the future service company: a large organization that will be involved in the cultural and entertainment industry.

In the 21st century, this organization was responsible for developing games like "Legend".

When the weekend came, Qian Jin still had to keep an eye on his flagship businesses.

restaurant.

The restaurant he chose was located next to Taixiang Farmers Market, specifically at the T-junction of Taishan Road and Yimengshan Road.

This is the largest distribution center for agricultural and sideline products in the southern part of the city. Before dawn, it is bustling with people and vehicles.

Carts, tricycles, and even horse-drawn carriages carrying fresh vegetables, live poultry, and seafood came and went in an endless stream.

State-run vegetable stores, seafood company outlets, and an increasing number of stalls selling their own produce were crowded inside and outside the market.

When Qian Jin arrived early in the morning, the air was already filled with the stench of mud, fish, poultry droppings, cooked food spices, and the foul smell of pork, pig blood, and offal.

In the 21st century, this place wouldn't be able to support a large hotel, but it's perfectly fine in the present.

There are enough people!
These days, even professors, section chiefs, department heads, or directors have to come to the market to buy their own vegetables, so a restaurant here is sure to be a good business.

In fact, there was a state-owned Taixiang Restaurant right next to the market at that time.

This restaurant isn't very well-established; it mainly sells steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and tofu pudding for breakfast, but it's always been quite successful.

The sun had not yet risen, and the east was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn. Steam was already rising from the steamers at the entrance of Taixiang Restaurant.

Drivers who arrive early to deliver vegetables and goods to the market line up to eat breakfast with their tickets. As the steamer is opened, the rich aroma of wheat overpowers the complex smells at the market entrance, adding a touch of liveliness to the intersection.

A master chef wearing a white coat and a white hat was frying dough sticks. Several young people from the countryside who came to sell vegetables were arm in arm watching the golden dough sticks come out of the fryer, their mouths trembling with envy, but they couldn't bear to buy one to try.

This year has been extremely difficult for farmers.

Qian Jin shook his head dejectedly. He wanted to leave, but as soon as he accelerated his motorcycle, he was recognized.
"Commander Qian, you're Commander Qian!"

A young farmer by the roadside instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

Qian Jin quickly applied the brakes, otherwise he would have pulled the young man over.

He looked closely and asked, "Comrade, who are you?"

“I’m from Xiaochenzhuang.” The young man grinned. “You dug a well for our brigade and even led some leaders to inspect our crops—just about ten days ago…”

Qian Jin naturally remembered this incident.

He stopped the car, shook hands with the young man, and asked him why he had come here.

The young man then explained.

Because of the drought this year, the rural areas are in dire straits, and farmers are finding it difficult to make ends meet.

So the city and county tacitly approved one thing: farmers could use some agricultural by-products and cash crops to sell in the city and exchange them for coarse grains to make ends meet.

They had collected some eggs and slaughtered two pigs in their brigade, intending to sell them in the county. However, upon learning that business was better in the city, a group of young people set off in the middle of the night and rode bicycles to the city.

Coincidentally, they chose the Taixiang Farmers Market.

Qian Jin knew they hadn't eaten breakfast, so he told him to invite the others to come and eat together: "It's on me."

The young man shook his head firmly: "No, that won't do. Logically, it should be our brigade inviting you to dinner, you've practically saved our brigade's life."

“But if you refuse to eat the food of us peasants, how can we, your brothers, possibly eat yours in return?”

Qian Jin tried everything to persuade him, but the young man just wouldn't agree.

Unfortunately, his restaurant is not open yet, and there is no food prepared in the restaurant, so he can't treat the guests. Otherwise, if he said he could treat the guests without spending any money, the young people would probably agree.

If you want to treat someone to a meal right now, you can only go to Tai Xiang Restaurant.

Qian Jin couldn't bear to see these farmers go hungry, so he thought for a moment and said, "How about this, if you feel bad about it, then I won't treat you to a big meal. I'll go and talk to the chef at the restaurant over here and get you some leftovers. If you don't mind, then go and have a bite, okay?"

The young man said excitedly, "If you don't have to spend money, that's fine."

Qian Jin went over to greet the head chef, winked at him, and whispered, "Here's ten yuan. I didn't bring any food coupons."

“Look, many farmers here are hungry because they haven’t had breakfast. Why don’t you pick up those fried dough stick crumbs and broken buns and give them to them to eat? You can deduct the money from this ten yuan. You can stop giving them to them when you’ve deducted all the money. Is that okay?”

Upon hearing this, the chubby chef glared at him and said, "Dream on! You want to eat without food coupons?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin thought, "Okay, this master has a strong sense of principles. I can't be the good guy anymore."

Then the chubby chef added:
"Or you could leave me fifteen, no, twenty yuan. I can tell you're rich from riding a motorcycle. If you want to do a good deed, you don't mind spending an extra ten yuan, right?"

Upon hearing this again, Qian Jin became furious.

This fat grandson doesn't have any bottom line, he's just greedy!

Actually, whether it's ten yuan or twenty yuan, it's all given to the chefs and waiters.

Qian Jin wanted fried dough crumbs and broken buns, which couldn't be sold and were usually divided up privately by the head chef and waiters.

But considering that these people were already losing interest in the junk because they were distributing it every day and every year, he gave them ten yuan, hoping to do some good deeds with Taixiang Restaurant.

The result proved the old saying true.

Good people are often bullied, and good horses are often ridden!
Qian Jin smiled and actually took out two brand-new ten-yuan bills and quietly handed them to his master: "Okay, comrade, do as you say."

After all, he had already promised to treat everyone.

The portly man was delighted. After receiving the two ten-yuan bills, he quickly stuffed them into his pocket. He reached out and touched the banknotes, saying, "New stock, huh? Okay, kid, you're quite particular."

All the young people from Xiaochenzhuang arrived.

Qian Jin thought to himself that he had already spent twenty yuan, so he waved to the group of young farmers and said, "Are there any other comrades from Anguo County? If so, call them over and have a bite to eat."

The young people were overjoyed and immediately scattered to call out to their friends.

Upon seeing this, Qian Jin rode his bicycle to the small building he had chosen to check on the restaurant's layout.

The small building is in an excellent location, diagonally opposite the market entrance, about twenty meters away.

At this distance, one can enjoy the benefits of the foot traffic brought by the farmers' market without being greatly affected by the unpleasant smells inside.

The building originally belonged to the district's industrial and commercial bureau. However, Qian Cheng happened to have connections with the bureau, so he arranged a meal with the bureau's leaders and successfully leased the building.

In addition, next to the small building is a bus stop for the farmers' market, where people are always coming and going.

In business terms, this is a treasure trove of wealth.

The words "People's Canteen" have been hung at the entrance of the small building.

The exterior walls have been painted, and all the doors and windows have been repainted with paint from the mall. From the outside, it looks brand new.

It was still early; only the night watchmen were inside, and most people hadn't arrived yet.

The public security situation is very bad now.

Restaurants need to have someone on night watch, otherwise the tables, chairs, and cabinets might be stolen at any time.

He parked the car, took down the small machine and a large woven bag of seasonings that were tied to it, and then went down to knock on the door.

The two young men on night watch yawned and chuckled when they saw him arrive, and quickly helped him carry the machine bag into the house.

Qian went in for a visit, and couldn't help but nod in approval at first glance.

The restaurant was decorated according to his design, and it was decorated very well.

The walls are no longer mottled brick walls or covered with old newspapers, but have been coated with a layer of snow-white and delicate putty, smooth and flat, reflecting the light cast from the roof, making the whole space look exceptionally bright and clean.

The roof was not the old-fashioned bare wooden rafters or covered with old ceiling paper, but a flat roof made of plasterboard, which was also painted snow white.

Several high-power incandescent light bulbs, fixed to the ceiling by simple and beautiful lamp holders, emit a stable and bright light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were midday.

The ground was a rough but clean cement floor, and it had been re-poured with cement. Qian Jin had the workers do a special anti-slip treatment.

This way, even if there is standing water on the ground or snow brought in by customers on snowy days, there is no need to worry about people slipping and falling.

Dozens of brand-new tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the hall—not the greasy long tables and benches commonly found in state-run restaurants, but square tables painted light yellow, paired with four wooden chairs of the same color with backrests.

This is naturally the masterpiece of the Xiping Carpentry Team.

Although the tables and chairs are simple in style, they are brand new and matched, making them very comfortable to look at.

In addition, each table was covered with a colorful plastic tablecloth.

These tablecloths are also from the store. They are waterproof, oil-proof, and heat-resistant, and made of washable PV material. No matter how dirty they get, you can just wipe them with a cloth and they will be clean again.

Then there's the decoration on the walls.

On the wall directly opposite the main entrance, two beautifully printed quotations from the leader are neatly pasted:
"Serve the people".

"Self-reliance and hard work"

Next to it was a "Code of Conduct for Staff of the People's Canteen," neatly copied in calligraphy and pasted on red paper:
Chef: Neatly dressed, wearing a hat while working; raw and cooked food kept separate to ensure hygiene; warmly welcoming guests, ensuring quality and quantity...

Waiters/waitresses: uniformly dressed and wearing name tags; providing smiling service with polite language; proactive and enthusiastic, answering all questions...

Cashier: Reads aloud the receipts and payments, ensuring clear accounting; friendly, patient, and meticulous...

Sanitation worker: Clean promptly and keep the area clean; disinfect tableware and strictly control quality...

This was naturally also done by Qian Jin.

The chefs and waiters for the People's Canteen have been selected. Qian Jin specifically asked Zhu Tao, the manager, to select a group of young men and women who were good-tempered and knew how to handle things.

He wants to focus on the service route.

With delicious and affordable food and warm and attentive service, he simply couldn't believe his restaurant would be doing poorly!
Or rather, he was already prepared for the restaurant to be a huge success.

The People's Canteen was his first step in addressing the four aspects of "clothing, food, housing, and transportation," and it was bound to be a success.

This restaurant is intended to be a chain, with eight to ten locations planned to open in Haibin City within two years. After 1985, it is expected to expand beyond Haibin City and into major cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.

He is very confident about this.

The main advantage is the online store, which offers a plethora of ingredients and edible additives.

Qian Jin's People's Canteen will focus on its reputation for high quality, low prices, and honest service. So how will it make a profit?
We can only give the public a taste of the power and ingenuity of technology in advance.

However, he only uses food-grade additives for restaurants, adding only a small amount to reduce costs, so as not to go to extremes.

Qian Jin walked around the restaurant, pointed to a blank wall and said, "This place can't be left empty. Didn't I tell you? We need to make a customer complaint board."

He gestured for the two young men to write it down: "Right here, there has to be a line of bright red text on it—hmm, what should it say? Write it down, write this."

"Customers are like family! Your satisfaction is our greatest pursuit! If there is any inadequacy in our service, please leave a message here to criticize us!"

After saying that, he pointed downwards: "There's no time to make a blackboard now, so let's just hang up a small blackboard. This will be the customer feedback board. Only the manager is allowed to erase it; no one else is allowed to touch it!"

The two young men nodded as they took notes.

Qian Jin's gaze swept over them, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

almost.

He went out to talk to the farmers from Xiaochenzhuang again, only to find that in just a short while, there was no longer a queue at the breakfast stall.

Qian Jin frowned and asked the portly chef, "Where are the farmers who are supposed to be eating?"

The portly chef said with a smile, "I'm full, I'm leaving."

Qian Jin immediately guessed his trick and smiled, "You didn't serve much food before kicking them out, did you?"

The portly chef retorted confidently, "Stop slandering me, nobody's coming..."

"I'll go get someone right now," Qian Jin said.

The chubby chef said impatiently, "Then go and call them. Besides, let me tell you, we made it clear this morning that I'm using the leftover bits of dough and broken buns from the oil pan to treat you. If you don't have these things, I won't be able to treat you."

Qian Jin's smile widened, and he slammed his hand on the table, saying, "Then let me make this clear to you now. Remember, money from me, Qian Jin, is not easy to come by!"

The portly chef glared and said sternly, "What are you doing? Trying to cause trouble in front of our restaurant? My buddy works at the local police station; one word from him and you're locked up in jail, believe it or not?"

Qian Jin pointed at him and said, "I really don't believe it!"

He turned and left.

The farmers from Xiaochenzhuang must still be here; they won't sell their meat and eggs so quickly.

Watching him leave, a waiter whispered, "Brother Ma, that guy looks kind of familiar..."

"Your eyes have been boiled in hot water, you think everyone looks familiar!" the fat chef scolded.

Then he patted his pocket and said smugly, "It's not that I'm not giving you face, San'er, I haven't been here long enough for you to know my temperament. Let me tell you, once the money goes into my pocket, it's not going to get out..."

San'er hurriedly said, "No, I think that kid looks like a big shot, Qian Jin from Taishan Road!"

The portly chef ignored him: "Forward? Wasn't he just moving backward?"

San'er stamped his foot anxiously and said, "My dear Brother Ma, you can only hope that he's not Qian Jin, otherwise, not only you, but our entire restaurant will be in big trouble!"

"You've only been here a few days since you came from Haiwei City, so you don't know how powerful Qian Jin is. He's the local tyrant of Taishan Road!"

"To tell you the truth, many people in our Haibin City don't know the names of the top two leaders, but everyone knows Qian Jin!"

The chubby chef, hearing his friend's frightening words, began to have his own doubts.

then.

Before long, he saw the young man leading a group of young men with mud splattered on their trousers striding towards him.

The portly chef immediately went to the back kitchen, grabbed a meat cleaver, tucked it behind his back, and waved his hand, shouting, "Brothers, someone's causing trouble! Come with me!"

The restaurant's employees now enjoy high social status, good benefits, and bad tempers. As soon as they hear that someone is causing trouble, more than ten people, regardless of gender, rush out aggressively.

A burly man, with a stove hook in his left hand and a rolling pin in his right, roared, "Who's causing trouble!"

Taixiang Farmers Market is a morning market.

The sun is rising now, and the market is bustling with activity.

Seeing that it seemed like two groups were about to fight, many people happily gathered around to watch the excitement.

The citizens love watching group fights.

Two young men from the People's Canteen also came out upon hearing the news. They crossed their arms and leaned against the door frame, then sighed:
"Where did Captain Qian go? I wish he were still here, so he could join us in watching the show..."

"Wait, isn't that Captain Qian leading the team—Holy crap! It's Captain Qian! I get it, Captain Qian is planning to raid the restaurant next door for our business!"

The two young men exchanged a glance and went to the kitchen to retrieve a butcher's knife and a cleaver.

In addition, Qian Jin was very thorough in his work; the People's Canteen even had a telephone line installed and a telephone set.

This was set up to accommodate government clients. Important clients would call to book rooms, and the second floor was full of private rooms.

So one young man rushed out, while the other dialed the emergency response team's office in the tenement building:

"Hey, damn it, is that Chief Secretary Pang? Chief Qian is leading a group to raid Taixiang Restaurant. You'd better get the brothers here right now..."

(End of this chapter)