The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

《Our store is receiving foreign guests, no unauthorized persons allowed to enter》

Outside the iron fence painted white, there is a small sign with red letters on a white background hanging at the door.

Through the fence, you can see cars of many styles and colors parked inside. In the glass window next to the parking lot, there are colorful clothes of various styles, as well as uniquely shaped and exquisitely looking porcelain.

The service staff who came in and out from time to time were all neatly dressed female comrades with neatly short hair. They enthusiastically helped foreign friends from time to time, carrying the things they bought and politely delivering them to the car.

This service attitude is in stark contrast to the sign hanging on the wall of the supply and marketing cooperative prohibiting beating or scolding customers.

Of course, the things sold there don’t look cheap at first glance.

Qin Huairu went out today wearing her best outfit, but even though it was the best outfit in her wardrobe, the style was a bit outdated, especially when compared with the waiters in work clothes, she felt a bit inferior.

"Can we get in here?"

Qin Huairu pulled the bag of the small leather bag onto her shoulder and looked at the big words "Friendship Hotel". She felt a little weak from the bottom of her heart.

She had never felt so nervous when going to Wangfu#'s department store. Even though Cui Dake patted his chest and brought her here, she couldn't help but feel scared when she saw the sign at the door.

"Since you're here, what are you afraid of? Foreigners have a head and two arms. Look at the clothes inside. Are there any in the department store? The things here are all for foreign guests. You know nothing!"

Cui Dake was dressed in cadre clothes with oil on his hair, and he looked like a workshop director. There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, and he looked down on the ordinary people around him who could only lie outside the fence and watch but could not get in.

"Look, that's a foreign woman, her hair is all red, and her butt must be so big~!"

"Not only is the butt big, look at that pussy, it's like he's holding two big watermelons~!"

"Go, go, go, everyone, stay aside, don't gather around and disturb the foreign guests, no one can escape~!"

The comments from people outside became more and more outrageous. The staff responsible for checking the documents could no longer bear it and walked out of the duty room directly. He waved his hand impatiently and drove away those idle people who had nothing to do.

Maybe because the couple had dressed up and looked like cadres, the staff on duty did not chase them away. Instead, they looked sideways at the couple who wanted to come in but were unable to.

"We can't stay here any longer. This is a place that earns foreign exchange for the country. If we affect foreign exchange earnings, even cadres can't do that~!"

His tone was very arrogant, as if everyone working here was superior to others, and he looked down upon even ordinary cadres.

"I'm a friend of the hotel manager Zhuang. I'm here to see him for something. Please let him know. Just say Director Cui is here with his lover~!"

Cui Dake has seen all kinds of people. Now that he has become the workshop director, he feels more confident. He politely handed the guard a cigarette and walked out through the back door with a clear conscience.

"Qi, what is Manager Zhuang? Xiao Zhuang, right~?"

Glancing sideways at Qin Huairu, the gatekeeper saw that the two people were dressed appropriately. He seemed to have guessed what they were here for, nodded, and walked into the duty room.

"Wait at the side door, someone will come out to pick you up soon. You can't go in this way, the boss is watching. Turn right in front and go in through the door in the back kitchen where the food is delivered~!"

"Qi, you are so good at pretending. Xiaozhuang has become the manager of the village, so I must be the general manager~!"

The two people who were leaving heard the staff's sneering. Qin Huairu tugged at Cui Dake's arm and felt that the person she found today was somewhat unreliable.

"Why do you care what others call you? When you are outside, you have to earn your own face. Just like when I call myself the director, he knows which department I am in, or whether I am the director of the workshop~!" How could Cui Dake not understand that Manager Zhuang was pretending outside? Even an acting team leader like Qin Huairu could be said to be the workshop manager outside.

Outside the side door, the open transport channel and the fresh fruits and vegetables made Qin Huairu unable to take her eyes off.

Whether you have eaten it or not, you can tell from the appearance alone that in order to earn foreign exchange, the things inside are indeed different from those in the market outside.

"Director Cui, here she comes, this is your lover~!"

"Manager Zhuang, bring her out to see the world!"

Cui Dake pulled out a pack of good cigarettes from the leather bag under his elbow and distributed them generously. It was his first time to attend such a social occasion, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all and felt like a fish in water.

"It smells so good~!"

The aroma coming from the kitchen was something Qin Huairu had never smelled before.

"Butter and honey bread, foreigners love to eat this stuff, it's so sweet that it's choking. Come in with me and I'll show you guys some~!"

Entering from the passage of the back kitchen, the aroma of bread became stronger, mixed with a hint of milk. Cui Dake pretended to be calm. When Qin Huairu saw the golden and dazzling bread after it came out of the oven, it was like opening a window and getting a glimpse of a corner of the heavenly palace.

"This is the pastry section. There's also a Chinese food section and a buffet section over there. They're a little different from what we usually eat. Mmm, try it while it's hot. I'm tired of it~!"

While the pastry chef was continuing to put baking trays into the oven, Manager Zhuang took out two and handed each of the people a loaf of steaming bread that had just come out of the oven.

"Foreigners like to eat bread with milk in the morning, but not Chinese food. They don't know how to use chopsticks. When eating meat, they have to cut it with a knife and then eat it with a fork~!"

Manager Zhuang took the two of them on a quick tour of the kitchen, which was completely different from the kitchen outside. Qin Huairu took a bite of the bread cautiously, her eyes almost squinting with happiness.

It seemed like the first time I ate something so delicious.

"See? Those eating outside are all foreigners. Some are from embassies of other countries. They all like to eat here. After eating, they go back to work~!"

Across the wall from the kitchen was the magnificent dining room, with shiny tiles on the floor and a hanging crystal chandelier. This luxurious scene made Qin Huairu feel that the bread in her hand suddenly no longer smelled good.

The violinist in the restaurant played melodious music. The blond-haired and blue-eyed men and women on the dining table covered with a white tablecloth made Qin Huairu doubt whether this was in her own country or abroad.

The enthusiastic waiters walked around the restaurant with smiles on their faces. When delivering food, they would half-squat and gently place the food on the table, as if they had been professionally trained.

"YES, three grams of oil~!"

The foreigner in a suit would nod to the waiter after the food was delivered, and the banknotes that Qin Huairu could not understand were put into the tray as payment.

Cui Dake, who came from the countryside, was actually also shocked by this scene, but he knew how to pretend. It was just from his constricted pupils that one could tell that his mentality was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

"Over there is the sales area. Even though we have a hotel sign, we actually have everything in there, foreigners' and our own. One dollar from abroad is worth four dollars, and actually there's more~!"

"Their daily salary, or to be more precise, a few hours' salary, is equivalent to what we earn in a month. This is not an exaggeration~!"

When it comes to this, Manager Zhuang's pretentious tone finally disappears, and his tone reveals a strong sense of envy. (End of this chapter)