At 4:45 in the morning, the two wet people climbed out of the water from near the Tsukiji Market in the Central District of Tokyo, walked out of the trail along the back door of the market for fifty meters, pry open the door of a hut and drilled in. After ten minutes, , Two Orientals wearing jackets entered the Tsukiji market, holding a large insulation box in their hands, and seemed to be like a chef who got up early to purchase.
This time is the most lively time of the Tsukiji market. As the largest comprehensive wholesale market in Tokyo, Japan and even the world, the Tsukiji market, which was founded in 1923, now covers an area of 250,000 square meters. The daily transaction value exceeds trillion yen. When it comes to the Tsukiji market, the most famous is its fresh fish goods. The seafood market controlled by eight major wholesalers and nearly 1,000 agents is the sacred place in the entire Tokyo food industry. The current market is full of restaurant buyers, middlemen and chefs.
“老浅,老浅,我们是不是需要个什么化名,”顾铁拿胳膊肘杵一杵身边的伙伴,露出坏笑:“万一有人能认出我们来怎么办,我是个无名小卒,你可是In GTC, a reward of more than 500,000 US dollars, $ 500,000, obediently, if in China, there can be 10,000 old ladies and old ladies holding your photo every day to block you on the street. "" "" "" "" "
The Ryukyu people glanced at him expressionlessly: "I never show people the truth, what's the use of photos,"
The Chinese amazed: "In other words, when you and your wife and children are wearing masks when they are one by one, then how dull your wife can you see it for so many years, will you not feel strange when you kiss your mouth, will you not feel strange when you kiss? How do you scrape the beard? Will the mask be stinky after a long time? Do you want to pick it down and wash it? Just like "Painted Skin", if you pick off the mask, will it kill? "
Asaka Mountain knows that the best way to deal with the other party is not to say a word, closely closed their mouths and squeezed the crowd. At this time, the crowd suddenly changed the direction. A direction was surging, and Gu Tie and Asada were wrapped in. The Ryukyu people angrily stretched out their long arms and pushed away the people around the surrounding people. In the case, it is best to protect their bags. Just follow everyone. The resistance is useless. You have to go wherever you go, "
At five o'clock in the morning, the auction was officially started. First of all, the auction was the sea urchin with the highest requirements for freshness. The small wholesalers started to act at 3 am and mark their favorite goods one by one. At this time, they started to bid. The seller and buyer communicated in the form of old Edo singing and singing. It sounds a bit like the "singing ticket" when the modern Chinese pawn is connected to the goods. Rush in another direction, and the tuna auction is about to start soon.
"The big bluefin tuna," Gu Tie, who mixed in the flow of people, saw the goods auctioned today, not only amazing, but also the fresh tuna in front of the large number of merchants "Fujita House". A huge bluefin tuna is best for selling. Although this variety is the largest in tuna, this large fish with a labeled weight of 320 kg is also extremely rare.
"It is called catfish in Japan, let's leave quickly," Asada said impatiently.
At this time, the owner of Fujita announced the start of the auction. The first to appear was this signature catfish. A middleman immediately issued a price of 7 million yen, which is equivalent to 21,875 yen per kilogram. The average transaction price of fresh catfish in the last seven days is only 12,000 yen per kilogram. The larger the fish, the more precious the fish. , The guests designate any part, the chef cuts the fish on the spot to make sashimi and sushi.
This is just the beginning. The bidding has continued to soar, and soon exceeded the 20 million yen mark. The small wholesalers with weak strength began to choose to give up. When the middle -aged man in the chef's service shouted the price of 29 million yen, the people around him began to hesitate. Now the Japanese economy is in a downturn. Such a fish to create a new year atmosphere, but not everyone can take out the courage to throw a lot of money.
"30 million," a guy in a jacket raised his hand, which sounded a bit of Kansai. Although Tokyo was the center of Japanese food culture, Edo cuisine was only a civilian cuisine. The origin of cooking culture is in Osaka. Everyone knows this, and people around them have discussed: "This one sounds like Kansai, you guess which material pavilion (only provides boxes, adopt membership -based operations, which are operated by membership system. The cooking chief of the high -end hotel), "" Now 'Dazhu "'s wind reviews are very good, Deputy Prime Minister Kadagawa often takes care of them, maybe people who are' big bamboo ', "" Ah, then they must give up. Spend 40 million to shoot the new year's catfish, "" "
Gu Tie, who was inexplicably learned from the sound of the sound of Guanxi, held hands. The corner of the mouth of Shimian Xiongshan beside him twitched. If he wanted to attack, he could only bite his teeth with a gloomy face.
"31 million," the middle -aged man in the chef's clothes thought about it, and barely raised the price.
"35 million," the Chinese did not hesitate to fight back.
This time, no challengers appeared, the owner of Fujita Kuka knocked the gong, announcing the end of this catfish bidding, "Congratulations," "Congratulations," "I will have it on today's menu, me Be sure to go to the "Dazhu" to enjoy this peerless catfish, "the people around you either envy, or jealous, or come around to congratulate him sincerely. You are welcome, you must come to patronize, "
At the beginning of the auction of catfish, the guy of Fujita House came over to deliver the money. What do you do, I warn you, if you are joking with me intentionally, with my current mood ... "
Gu Tie took out a card and handed it to the guy, and entered the password on the POS machine painfully. Stop your mouth and don't talk nonsense, you will understand naturally, "
Yuyama Asada stamped his feet angrily, turned around and stood aside and stopped talking. After the Fujitaya clerk confirmed the payment, he quickly packed more than 300 kilograms of tuna in refrigerated packaging and loaded it on a forklift. "May I ask about your car?" Where is it?" asked the waiter with a white towel tied to his head.
"Yes, where is your car, sir," Asada said with a sneer.
"Wait a minute," Gu Tie raised a finger and shook it, "Wait a minute...Wait a minute...Okay, there is a gate in Tsukiji Market called the 'Market Bridge Gate', right?"
"Yes, it's a bit far from here, but no problem," the man put on the blue and white striped coat of Fujita House and pushed the cart ahead. When the crowd saw this big fish, they all exclaimed and parted ways, talking about it. Which hotel has such bold arms? Asada said nothing at this time and walked behind with the mentality of "see what tricks he can do".
After passing through the seafood area, vegetable and fruit area, dry goods area and grain and oil area, we arrived at the market bridge gate at the northern end of the market. Gu Tiedang went out first and walked around among the vans parked neatly in the crowded alley, muttering: "Toro...Toro...where is...Yes, man, please help load the fish into this car,"
He pointed to a red and black van. "Toro" was written in big red letters on the side of the vehicle. The small letters below were "Sushi, Sashimi, Washed Plate". Below it was the address and phone number of the store. You could tell at a glance. It was a purchasing vehicle for a hotel. No need for Gu Tie to explain this time, the Ryukyu native saw the key point at a glance, and his brows widened: "So that's it, when did you do it?"
"Just now," the Chinese said with a proud smile.
There was a young man taking a nap in the driver's seat of the car. Gu Tie walked over and knocked on the window: "Hey, hey, get up."
"What are you doing, damn it..." The young man with short hair rolled down his car window, "If you have something to say, tell me quickly."
"Answer the phone," Gu Tie pointed to the phone on the dashboard.
"What's the call?" As soon as he finished speaking, the phone buzzed and vibrated. The young man grabbed the phone and took a look at it with a puzzled look, then pressed the answer button: "Hey, it's me, ah, store manager, I'm here. Tsukiji,...what, how is it possible, so suddenly, okay, I understand...what, how can this work, are you kidding me?"
He looked Gu Tie up and down, then hung up the phone hesitantly, "...President,"
The Chinese nodded with a smile: "It's me. Now load the tuna into the truck and take us back to the store. What's your name?"
"My name is Maruyama Harumasa,...president,"
This is the strangest day in the life of a young man named Maruyama. His job is to transport a day's worth of ingredients from Tsukiji Market every early morning to the first branch of the Toro Hotel located at Kasumigaseki 1-chome, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, where the Ministry of Justice was. Delivery, the call just now came from the store manager of the hotel. He told Maruyama that just ten minutes ago, this poorly managed hotel chain (with only two branches) had sold all its shares to a Mr. Xiao from China. From today on, Mr. Xiao Yan will be fully responsible for the operation of the Kasumigaseki No. 1 branch. All employees in the store will receive a considerable severance package and will not have to come to work today.
What’s even more strange is that after driving on the road, the president and his friend were not sitting in the front seat, but tinkering with something in the back compartment. Maruyama couldn’t contain his curiosity and took a look in the rearview mirror.