Meng Jinxing ran around for days and was extremely tired. He only took two or three minutes to get in the car and fell asleep in a daze.

Perhaps because he was pretending to be too much of a worry, he didn't sleep heavily, and the car was bumpy, he felt like he had encountered wind and waves on the sea, shaking in a dizzy manner, and he wanted to wake up but couldn't open his eyes.

In this drowsy feeling, Pan Ping drove past the toll gate in Dongcheng, Dujiang, and called him softly, reminding him that he was about to arrive at the hotel.

Meng Jinxing opened his eyes and sat upright, looked at the time, at 10:30 in the morning, "I will find a place to solve the lunch first, and you will tell me about Rong Ping's situation."

Pan Ping drove his car to Heping Street, where there were many popular small restaurants, which people in Dujiang called Fly House. Pan Ping probably met Meng Jinxing's requirements for a simple working meal, but he was too angry to choose which one to choose.

Just as Pan Ping looked around and looked for a suitable store, Meng Jinxing pointed to the alleyway with various vehicles parked at the door of the right side of the street: "Just stop here, I remember there is a small shop in the alley, which is very cooked with pork trotters and chicken rice sprouts, so I will take you to try it."

Pan Ping immediately found a place on the side of the road and got off the car and walked into the alley with Meng Jinxing.

Most of the old alleys in Dujiang are narrow and deep, and the bluestone pavement will make a "click" sound when walking on it.

Pan Ping followed Meng Jinxing and observed the high courtyard walls on both sides from time to time. The walls were covered with thick and thin moss, telling the long history of this alley.

"Boss, why are the door signs here so messy?" Pan Ping suddenly asked.

"Oh." Meng Jinxing looked back at him, "This was an old house with a surname of Wang. At 49, the family abandoned the house and went to Taiwan. After the liberation, the old house was re-owned. Several cadres moved into the country, and several door numbers were added to facilitate communications. As time went by, more and more people lived in this big house, and the number of house numbers was added. The order was not based on space, but according to the order of each house moved in. This is what you see now, No. 2, 3, and 4 are in the middle, No. 1 is halfway up, etc.."

Pan Ping smiled, "It's interesting. This should be a microcosm of history. Next time I have to bring the camera and take pictures here. Maybe one day it will become a historical record!"

Meng Jinxing turned around and glanced at Pan Ping again, "You can't say that, this is really something that can be done. Dujiang will accelerate the pace of urban construction next. Maybe we will not be able to find this alley one day!"

While talking, the two passed by a beef hot pot restaurant. Meng Jinxing stopped first, pointed to the door face above the steps in front and said, "Boom, we're here!"

Pan Ping looked up and saw an ordinary wooden board with white paint. The word "stewed vegetables" on the black lacquer book was the signature of this fly restaurant.

The store is very small, crowded with diners talking and laughing loudly. The wooden table and stool are greasy and black. Not only are the legs of the stools lame, but the two slits on the table are so big that they can reach into a finger. The slits are filled with dirty things that cannot be seen clearly. There are long spider silk hanging down on the wooden beams on the roof, swaying in front of Pan Ping.

Although Pan Ping is native to Guangyun, he has lived in the county since he was a child and has always been regarded as the pearl in his hand by his family. He has never suffered any hardships, nor has he entered such a restaurant. When he saw such an environment, he subconsciously and secretly disgusted, feeling that he really stepped into a place where flies were breeding.

"Two, here you come!" The store owner was in his early forties, with a thin, slim man with a loud voice, and was as enthusiastic as if he saw his own relatives. While wiping the table symbolically with a rag with no prototype, he greeted them, "What should I eat? There are freshly burnt pig's trotters and rice noodles..."

Meng Jinxing smiled at the restaurant, "Pig trotters and chicken rice noodles, come and have a bowl of radish soup, two bowls of rice."

"Okay!" the store shook the rag home, turned around and rushed to the kitchen and shouted, "Pig trotter, rice soup, plus two bowls of rice!"

Pan Ping smacked his tongue and saw that Meng Jinxing had already sat down, so he had to grit his teeth on the bench that was so greasy that it almost stuck to his pants.

"Have you been to such a place?" Meng Jinxing lit a cigarette and asked.

"No." Pan Ping responded in a urn, feeling puzzled. How could Meng Jinxing like this kind of place?

Meng Jinxing saw through his thoughts at a glance, raised his chin and said, "Look at this table, there are quite a few people dressed in bright clothes. You saw it just now at the entrance of the alley, and there were many high-end cars parked here! Don't look at the small shop, they have opened an old shop since the early Qing Dynasty to the present. After several wars, there is no second one in Dujiang City."

Pan Ping's eyes widened, "Write it, is this an antique shop?"

Meng Jinxing smiled, "You will know that it's not in vain after eating!"

Pan Ping thought to himself, I believe that if this restaurant is old, but if the food is delicious, it may not be possible!

Meng Jinxing was smoking a cigarette and his eyes wandered around.

He didn't come here just to fill his stomach.

Guangyun's central square is about to be auctioned, but the planning positioning always makes him feel that he lacks development potential. Guangyun is not Dujiang after all, and the city's purchasing power is limited. It has positioned the commercial market of nearly 100,000 square meters of the central square into a large shopping center, and it is also a business model that focuses on shop rental and individual single work. Meng Jinxing believes that it is not only lacking foresight, but it is not conducive to reflecting the economic value of Guangyun's central plot, nor is it beneficial to improving Guangyun's overall image.

For some time, he has been thinking about this question. How to package the central square in a way that locals like to watch so that it has the commercial value it deserves from the inside, and further promote this atmosphere, making it a commercial project with Guangyun local characteristics, and to attract visitors from all directions. This is something he hopes to be decided before the auction in the central square.

"Come on, one serving of pig's trotter and rice noodles!"

With a shout, the two stainless steel basins fell into the center of the table with two "bang" and "bang", and Pan Ping was immediately stunned, "Two basins are so big?"

"Radish soup!" The shop leaned over and put a pot of bright red radish soup on the table.

Meng Jinxing took the chopsticks and pointed at Pan Ping, "Eat quickly, you will eat less!"

Pan Ping looked at Meng Jinxing, who was feasting, and felt amused and laughed, "Is this our leader?" he thought.

He sucked his nose, and a smell of soy sauce penetrated his forehead through his nose. He was stunned. How fragrant is it?

When the store delivered the white rice, Pan Ping had already buried his head and ate it very much. The sides of his lips were glistening, and the chopsticks had been thrown aside. "It's satisfying!" He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them all indifferently, and smiled at Meng Jinxing who was starting to slicing rice, "I've really been a worldly person!"

Meng Jinxing smiled without saying anything, which made Pan Ping, who has always been neat and hygienic, recognize it. It can be seen that the signature dishes here are profound and conquering Guangyun people who have never been very picky. It should not be a big deal!

"I'll give you a task after eating. Now, let me talk about Rong Ping first." Meng Jinxing lit a cigarette after eating.
Chapter completed!