Chapter 155 Shandong people who monopolize the BJ hotel industry
After Zhang Junping finished the phone call, he chatted with Xu Shaomin about the courtyard house for a while before leaving the office.
When it was almost lunch time, Xiao Li, Xiao Wang, and Xiao Yao hurried back.
Because there were too many roast ducks to take, Xiao Li called a Sanbengzi and took the roast duck back to the Materials Bureau.
The master who runs Sanbengzi has also gained some knowledge. He has operated Sanbengzi for such a long time and has hauled goods and people. This is the first time he has hauled roast duck.
When we went to the cafeteria to eat at noon, the eldest sisters in the purchasing department all held their heads high. When they met people they knew well from other departments, they would grab each other and say, "Today at noon, our section chief Zhang will give you extra food.
Don’t be polite, everyone, eat as hard as you can! If you can’t finish it, take it home at night and continue eating.”
Zhang Junping felt that it was a bit too high-profile, but the elder sisters still enthusiastically introduced it to everyone they knew.
Later, it developed to the point where, no matter whether they were familiar with each other or not, as long as they were not from the purchasing department, they would always say, "Today, our section chief, Xiao Zhang, was appointed as the deputy section chief by the bureau. He personally paid for it and treated everyone to roast duck and mutton soup.
Director..." Sister Liu grabbed another person and introduced the situation to him. But halfway through, she realized that the person she was holding was the director.
He quickly let go and called the director with a red face.
"Haha, it seems that Xiao Zhang is very popular!" Director Zheng smiled and said to the deputy directors around him.
"Especially when it comes to women." Director Zhang also said with a smile: "My man always has good things to say about Xiao Zhang."
"Xiao Zhang, he was bleeding today. I heard he bought fifty roast ducks and ten big goats.
I heard that we have to treat each department to a meal in turn." Deputy Director Yu, who is in charge of the labor union and logistics, also said with a smile.
"It's right to shed some blood. This kid went to the Northeast this time and made a lot of money." Director Zheng said with a smile.
"If you say so, then the bleeding is not enough." Director Yu said with a smile.
"Let's go, let's stop standing at the door!" Director Zheng looked at the many people behind him who didn't dare to go to the cafeteria because of them and could only wait outside, so he said to everyone with a smile.
Directors also eat in the bureau cafeteria, but they do not eat in the hall. There are several private rooms in the cafeteria specially prepared for leaders.
Leaders usually eat in private rooms, and occasionally they receive superior leaders or leaders from fraternal units.
For the first time, Zhang Junping felt that setting up single rooms and partitions was not to make people special, but to protect the leaders.
Bureau-level leaders eat in private rooms, while section chiefs of various departments eat in partitions.
Zhang Junping was too embarrassed to enter the partition and ate in the hall.
As a result, he didn't have a few bites of food at noon. When someone came to say hello to him, he had to put down his chopsticks and steamed buns and talk back to them.
Everyone is very brief, saying congratulations, you want to treat, etc.
But Zhang Junping couldn't stand the crowd, so Zhang Junping couldn't taste the meal at all.
In the end, Xu Shaomin called him into the partition and finally calmed down.
Zhang Junping secretly decided not to eat in the hall tomorrow.
I can't stand the enthusiasm of everyone.
"Xiao Zhang, how do I usually treat you?" Section Chief Gao of the Planning and Supply Department looked at Zhang Junping and asked.
"Gaoke, what you said is something you didn't say to me. In Northeastern dialect, it's very arrogant!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Then you invited your departments to dinner, the finance department to dinner, and the logistics department to dinner. Why did you forget about our planning and supply department?" Section Chief Gao asked.
"And our department, why do you treat Xiao Zhang and look down on our union?"
"That means looking down on our Women's Federation."
"And from our office."
"Brothers and sisters, I'm wrong! Let's discuss it for a while, and I promise to satisfy my brothers and sisters!" Zhang Junping could only raise his hands in surrender, indicating that he would be slaughtered by the other party.
"This is what you said, so we won't be polite!" Gao Dapeng said with a smile.
"Don't be polite to me! If anyone is polite to me, I will be angry with him!" Zhang Junping said, patting his chest.
Finally, these section chiefs, directors, and chairmen were dismissed.
Not long after returning to the office, Xu Shaomin received a call from the warehouse.
"You check the quantity and then collect the wood!
Then ask the other party to send the list to my office, and I will settle the bill for him." Xu Shaomin explained on the phone.
Of course, he had to pay the bill. He would not follow the truth, but he had to talk about the price.
After hanging up the phone, Xu Shaomin couldn't help laughing. Zhu Hongtao, this kid, was forced to panic.
They are all brothers from the big courtyard, so it is not easy to find an opportunity to force Zhu Hongtao into a corner.
What Xu Shaomin didn't know was that the Zhu Hongtao he killed with his sword was not a light one.
Later, the price of mahogany skyrocketed, which made Zhu Hongtao feel sad.
If I had known earlier, I would rather be dismissed than ask Xu Shaomin for help.
The worst case scenario is that I can hold on to these redwoods, get sick, and retire home to retire.
But they forgot that selling mahogany to Zhang Junping is a normal transaction, and no one has any hindrance.
But if he takes the redwood home, it would be embezzlement of state-owned assets. Even if the person dies, the state will recover the state-owned assets.
I got up and called Zhang Junping to the office to share the good news with him.
The two of them were happy for a while, and then Zhang Junping asked: "Squad leader, where should we go to eat tonight?"
"What do you think, comrades?"
"No, some people want to eat barbecue, some want to eat shabu-shabu, and some want to eat stir-fried vegetables. No one can pay attention."
"Then let's go to Tongchun Building! I'll call and see if there are any tables left." Xu Shaomin picked up the phone, called Tongchun Building, and booked two large private rooms.
Although Tongchun Building is not one of BJ's eight buildings, it is also one of BJ's time-honored hotels with a history of more than 100 years.
Speaking of BJ’s time-honored restaurants, there is a very interesting thing. Most of BJ’s restaurants are owned by Shandong people.
For example, the Eighth Building, Dongxing Building, Taifeng Building, Xinfeng Building, Hongxing Building, Zhengyang Building, Anfu Building, Chunhua Building, and Cuihua Building are all opened by Shandong people, and they all serve Shandong cuisine.
The Tongchun Tower that Xu Shaomin mentioned was also opened by Shandong people.
In fact, not only hotels and restaurants, but also many industries in BJ were monopolized by Shandong people before the founding of the People's Republic of China.
For example, selling water has now disappeared.
Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, those who sold water on carts and carts in Sijiu City were all Shandong people.
There are also BJ’s silver shops and handicraft shops, and Shandong people also account for a large share.
After booking a hotel, Zhang Junping went out to inform everyone that he would go to Tongchun Building outside the front door in the evening.
As soon as I heard that I was going to Tongchun Building, the office burst into cheers.
Shandong cuisine is affordable, and its heavy oil and heavy sauce are very popular in this era.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
This chapter is an additional update after yesterday’s monthly tickets exceeded 200.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.