1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 676 Reincarnation (Finale)

2000, Winter Solstice.

An old industrial area in Fengtian.

Ying Ying Beer House.

This is a beer house that covers a large area but has a very popular decoration style...or it would be more appropriate to call it a comprehensive restaurant.

If you are a native of Northeast China and have experienced that era, you should be familiar with this kind of beer house.

Of course, like many local common names in Northeast China, everyone prefers to call this place "Yingying Poor Man's Paradise".

There is no other way. For one dollar, you get the chance to drink as many beers as you can pick up from the box at the door with one hand. Moreover, the proprietress won't chase you away. Even if you get drunk and sleep in the store, she won't chase you away. I'm afraid there is no more apt description of this place than "pauper's paradise".

In fact, this poor man's paradise called Yingying Beer House is much more cost-effective than other similar places in the local area, so many people come here to drown their sorrows in alcohol.

Of course, the fact that the boss lady is very beautiful is also an important reason.

However, many people don't quite understand why a beautiful woman who has both a girlish and a young woman's look would think of opening such a beer house in such a declining Rust Belt area. Although the proprietress looks to be around 30 years old and has a weird permed mess of hair, with her beauty and temperament hidden under the mess of hair, it should not be difficult for her to find a rich boss to marry and then be a lady at home.

But it doesn't matter. Although Yingying Beer House is not like other poor ghosts' paradise that allows unemployed women to come in and earn a little extra money, having such a beautiful proprietress is enough to satisfy the eyes and go with the drinks.

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"Sister Yingying, today is the winter solstice, why don't you close the store and go home to eat dumplings? Everyone is waiting for you... You can't earn a penny by opening the store 365 days a year, so you should be able to bear the loss."

The person who spoke was a girl under 20 years old, who seemed to be a shop assistant.

Lu Yingying lazily leaned on the chair at the bar, peeling corn and rolling her eyes: "Close the store? If I close the store, where will these animals go to get drunk and go crazy?"

During this time period, and in a region like the Northeast, people who know the situation know what kind of people are those who like to go to the Poor Guy's Paradise to get drunk.

In fact, as the little girl said, running a beer house in this way is not profitable at all.

But Tugou is definitely not doing this for the money.

Ever since Yang Mo got into trouble, although Dezhou Urban Development Company, with the support of Ye Tao (Tian Guangyue and You Yakun have been transferred), has been working tirelessly to rescue the Spark Enterprise here, but Ye Tao's energy is definitely not comparable to Yang Mo's. Therefore, although the industrial situation in Fengtian today is much better than the original historical line, there are also a lot of frustrated people.

Lu Yingying felt very guilty for not being able to fulfill Yang Mo's request.

So, since I don't have the ability to help much, I'll just do what I can.

There is a saying that goes, lost souls need comfort more than ever.

Providing these people a place to get drunk and numb themselves, and telling them with actions that the world has not completely abandoned them, is all she can do now.

Hey……

I'm such a loser, I can't help at all.

Lu Yingying sighed depressedly, and then placed the sieve filled with corn kernels in front of the little girl: "It's the winter solstice, send this to the kitchen and ask the chefs to make some popcorn for the dead ghosts to eat with their wine... I can't afford dumplings, but I can still afford popcorn."

As soon as he finished speaking, the leather curtain door was lifted, and a young man in uniform with a head full of snow walked in, followed by a colleague... Judging from the positions of both parties, this young man should be a small leader.

If it were any other restaurant at this time, the proprietress would definitely stand up and greet her with an apologetic smile on her face, but Lu Yingying just glanced at her and continued to take a corn of a new variety that had just been bred the year before from the basket under the counter and started to peel it.

Unexpectedly, the visitor was not angry, but showed a flattering smile: "Sister Yingying, have you eaten?"

Lu Yingying hummed lazily twice: "Li Zhuangzhuang, don't worry about it, don't worry... Today these damn ghosts are very well behaved, no one is drunk and crazy... Besides, even if they are a little drunk, it's nothing, don't forget, I have practiced."

Li Zhuangzhuang, this is the name given to him by a southwestern lady when she registered him.

The name may be unfamiliar, but if you refer to his nickname, many people probably still remember it vaguely... Heiwa, the orphan who used to work odd jobs in Mo Mo Baichao and was treated as her own son by Miss Li.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhuangzhuang just smiled awkwardly.

He knew that the older sister in front of him was from a theatre troupe and had practiced some tricks, but these tricks were fine for bullying acquaintances like him who didn't dare to resist. But if she really went against those who were deliberately causing trouble, it would not be a good enough situation.

Fengtian is not peaceful nowadays. Since he had volunteered to come to Fengtian to help take care of this young lady, and others had spent a lot of effort to transfer him to this area, how could he sleep well if he didn't come here two or three times a day to inspect the situation?
I was just about to persuade this young lady not to stay here all the time. Wouldn’t it be nice to go home early and cook a bowl of dumplings and watch TV?

A gust of cold wind blew in, and a group of people came in carrying large and small boxes.

"Manager Lu, I'm here to deliver the goods to you!"

A mouthful of gray-green rotten teeth appeared in Li Zhuangzhuang's eyes. Without even looking at the fat figure, he knew that it was Wang Ersha who came.

Facing this idiot, Lu Yingying's attitude was much more enthusiastic. She put down the corn in her hand and walked out. Then, while asking the clerk to help, she brushed the snow off his shoulders and neck in a complaining manner: "Wang Laoer, why don't you just call me to get it? Why do you have to bring it yourself... It's freezing and the ground is slippery. You don't have eyes when you walk. What if you fall?"

It seems unreasonable that Wang Ersha, who should have been having a good time in Dezhou or Lanling, appeared here, but it is easy to explain.

Probably, after this idiot made some money from the rose flower cake project, he was contented by nature and didn't have much concept of money, so he took all the money he earned and ran to Sun Jian and others for help, asking where he should donate the money.

So Sun Jian gave him an idea, asking him to use the money to open a non-material cultural heritage wooden comb factory that does not require much technical skills but requires patience, and to hire more people with mild disabilities and disabled people to work. This way he could do good things and make the money play its due value.

So Wang Ersha did as Sun Jian said without any hesitation. As a result, within a few years, relying on the island market, his wooden comb business grew bigger and bigger, and he became a millionaire.

Just as he was chewing on a steamed bun and worrying about what to do with the money under his bed, it happened that at that time, Lu Yingying, Yan Laoxi and others began to engage in terminal industrial linkage in Fengtian. So without Sun Jian's help, he ran to Fengtian with a sack of banknotes and opened a small brewery... Of course, as a person with mild disabilities, he recruited local people with mild disabilities and disabled people.

Although beer from small breweries is not easy to sell in a place like Fengtian, Wang Ersha may have intellectual disabilities, but his attitude is extremely serious, so after a while, relying on solid quality and policy inclinations for disabled enterprises, this small factory specializing in craft beer is actually doing quite well.

Of course, Wang Ersha was a fool, so after Lv Yingying opened the beer house, Wang Ersha, who had opened a brewery, had to carry the beer himself to deliver it to Tugou classmate every day, no matter how windy it was... Of course, friends should not accept money from each other. Lv Yingying had forced money on him several times, but every time she saw him lying on the ground crying like a wronged child in front of her, she didn't feel like giving him money anymore.

Glancing at the few disabled employees following behind Wang Ersha, Lu Yingying thought for a moment, "Wang Laoer, why don't you stay here? I'll ask the chef to buy a bag of flour, and we can make bread and dumplings together!"

Wang Ersha was so happy that he nodded hurriedly: "Dumplings, with meat, I like them!"

I don't know if it was influenced by Yang Mo and Tugou, but the people around Yang Mo generally didn't care about food. Then, as the disease spread from person to person, Wang Ersha was obviously a millionaire a few years ago, but unless someone invited him, this mentally handicapped little fat boy could only eat meat on his own initiative, except for steamed buns and rolls. The number of times he could eat meat could be counted on ten fingers. Therefore, when he heard Lu Yingying talking about making dumplings, he was happier than a child.

Just when Li Zhuangzhuang pointed at his nose with a wronged look on his face and was about to ask if there was a share for him...

The leather curtain was lifted, and another familiar figure appeared in front of Lu Yingying.

"Hey~ Director Zhang, you're back so early this year?"

Lu Yingying looked at the person who came with surprise.

The person who came was Zhang Wenshun.

His figure was still as chubby as ever, but his face had inevitably aged a lot, and somehow, there was a shallow scar on his left cheek.

Zhang Wenshun, whose temperament was completely different from that of Maitreya Buddha, tried hard to mobilize the muscles on his face and forced out a stiff smile: "The situation in Central Asia was a bit chaotic this year, so I came back early. It's just right that I came to give you some money."

After saying that, he took out a stack of savings cards from his pocket and gently placed them in Lu Yingying's hand.

Today, Dahua Border Trade Company (formerly the First Department of Foreign Trade) no longer has the right to operate and manage the Horgos bonded warehouse, and even Zhang Wenshun is no longer the general manager of Dahua Border Trade.

But this guy looked like a Maitreya Buddha in the past, but he was actually a ruthless person at heart. After Yang Mo was invited to Gongdelin (Qincheng), even though Huang Puting had someone have a private talk with him and told him to rest assured to continue managing the Dahua border trade, this guy still resolutely resigned, and then took a large group of merchants from Tongren to Damao and Central Asia to set up an overseas trading company... The environment abroad is different from that at home, and it goes without saying that the scar on his face caused by the friction of some high-speed object was left four years ago.

But the facts have proved that although Yang Mo has few friends, every one of them is someone he can truly rely on.

Obviously, Yang Mo had already joined Gongdelin, and Zhang Wenshun had left the Dahua system to set up his own company, but when he heard that Sun Jian, Ye Tao and others were still continuing to implement the rescue policy left by Yang Mo (Yan Laoxi also went to operate a sewing machine, and now Sun Jian is the head of Xialiu Distribution Agency), he did not hesitate at all, and took out about 40% of his company's income every year to support the investment and acquisition of these Huomiao enterprises.

Of course, since Zhang Wenshun established an overseas company, his work style has become more cautious over the years. Therefore, he only returns to China once a year. Every time he gives money, he also takes out a lot of new cards issued in other people's names.

Since the beginning of this year, Lv Yingying has naturally heard about the change in the wind direction of the northern neighbor, so she is very clear about Zhang Wenshun's increasingly difficult situation.
Correspondingly, the amount of money in these cards has become heavier.

Without any hesitation, Lu Yingying stretched out her arms and hugged the old fat man with gray hair in front of her. She said softly, "Thank you!" and said nothing else.

Language is something with no weight. No matter how much you say, it is not enough to express Lu Yingying's gratitude to Zhang Wenshun. Instead, it makes people feel awkward.

"Oh my! My eyes! Uncle Zhang, Sister Lu...you, you guys!"

Following a burst of gossip-filled and teasing screams, another vaguely familiar figure appeared in Yingying Beer House.

Huh? ?

Seeing this figure, Lu Yingying was really surprised.

If Zhang Wenshun's early return home was due to some changes in the wind direction in the Russian and Central Asian markets, it was understandable. However, Bai Mengmeng's sudden appearance in a place like Fengtian was really beyond her expectations.

Ok……

That's right.

The person who appeared in front of Lu Yingying was Yang Mo's only apprentice, and now the first person in charge of Bijie District. With what he learned from his master, he became the only one in Tongren who became a director-level cadre at the age of 26. Bai. Economic genius. Mengmeng.

Having not seen each other for several years, Lu Yingying was surprised and excitedly hugged the girl, patting and hitting her: "You silly girl, why did you suddenly come here... You came here alone, where is your lover? Where is he hiding? Call him out quickly so I can see!"

Although they had seldom been in contact in the past few years, Tugou thought that since Bai Mengmeng had been promoted to the department level, she must have been married... She could still vividly remember the scene of Yang Mo's marriage to Mu Liya.

Bai Mengmeng pouted in dissatisfaction: "Sister Lu, what era is this now? There is no such thing as not being able to get promoted to a department level position without getting married... I am still single now!"

Maybe other places still have this restriction, but the situation in Tongren is rather special, and Bai Mengmeng is a Miao, so some things cannot be accurate.

Lu Yingying's mouth was swollen like an egg: "Silly girl, if I remember correctly, you are already 27 years old this year and still have no partner... Do you want to be single and become an old maid?"

Although Bai Mengmeng is not as pretty as Miss Mu, she is also a first-class beauty. With a good family background, there is no doubt that she will not have trouble finding a partner.

So, seeing that she is almost 27 and still not married, there is only one possibility... this girl doesn't want to find a husband.

Bai Mengmeng saw this sister nagging about her personal problems like an old mother, and a familiar girlish grievance appeared on her already mature and beautiful face: "Sister Lu, you still haven't found one, have you?"

When Lu Yingying heard this, her face suddenly froze.

Chen Bingyi confessed his love to her a few years ago, but was rejected by her.

The reason why she came to Fengtian to open the Yingying Beer House was,

On the one hand, it was to have a place to stay, so that he could get together with Sun Jian and others from time to time, and then discuss how to invest in those target companies and in what way;

On the other hand, it was completely to avoid the nagging of her own mother... In the past few years, Lu's mother had become almost obsessed with her daughter's marriage. She would run to Lu Yingying's ear and nag her at every turn, and she was almost collapsing.

Seeing Lu Yingying's stiff face, Bai Mengmeng smiled complacently, but his tone was a little resentful: "I have been with Master for more than two years, and I have learned a lot, but the side effects are also obvious... Now when I see someone, I can't help but subconsciously compare him with Master."

"But the problem is, there may be many people who are more handsome than Master, but there are not many young men who can match his knowledge and ability... No, there is no need to match him. There are not many young men who can even reach half of his level!"

"This is just knowledge. If we talk about vision and courage, there is no one who can show off in front of him."

As she spoke, Bai Mengmeng sighed in frustration, feeling as if she had ruined her life by meeting Yang Guo.

Only by being exposed to those jobs can you understand the strength of your master.
Similarly, only when you are in the situation can you understand the resoluteness of your master's methods, the strength of his resolve, and the fearlessness of his courage.

Even her father was shocked and amazed after learning what his master had done, let alone a little girl like her?

Therefore, after seeing the magnificence of the mountain top, looking at my peers who are just beautiful in appearance, I just feel boring.

To be honest, if Lu Yingying didn't know that the relationship between the master and disciple couldn't be purer, and that Yang Mo was a very ethical person in this regard, she almost thought that this little disciple had fallen in love with her master.

Hey ~
Yeah, after being with that guy Yang Shidan for a long time, how could it be possible for him to look down on others so easily?
This harmful bastard!
After grappling with someone in her heart, Lu Yingying finally remembered to ask Bai Mengmeng why she came: "By the way, Mengmeng, it's not the Spring Festival yet, you should be very busy, why did you suddenly come to Fengtian?"

Bai Mengmeng glanced at Zhang Wenshun, who was as silent as a stone, and gave Lu Yingying a sly smile: "Guess?"

Lu Yingying rolled her eyes and said, "How would I know?"

The door curtain was lifted again at this moment, and a figure with a short haircut appeared in front of everyone.

pat~
Looking at this figure that couldn't be more familiar, the savings card that Lu Yingying had been holding in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"Yang, Yang..."

The voice was like a jammed bullet, hoarse and unbelievable, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Looking at the face in front of him, which was much rougher and more mature, but the eyes still kept the innocence of a girl, Yang Mo pursed his lips hard, and finally controlled his emotions. Then he showed a mischievous smile that had disappeared for a long time: "Hello, beautiful lady, please allow me to introduce myself... I am Yang Mo, Mu Yi Yang, the Mo of [Silent forever, what can the later generations say]."

Wiping away the tears that could not be suppressed from her eyes, Lu Yingying gritted her teeth and punched Yang Mo on the shoulder: "You bastard... When did you come out?"

Yang Mo grinned, then rubbed his aching shoulder: "Hey, hey, hey, I came to Fengtian to see you right after I got out, and even borrowed the money for the train ticket from my little apprentice, but you hit me with a hammer right away."

Lu Yingying sniffed, glanced at Bai Mengmeng who was watching the fun with a smile on her face, and then glanced at Zhang Wenshun who was standing quietly at the side.

Okay, after all this fuss you all went to pick up Yang Mo, so I was the last person to know where this bastard came from.

Thinking of this, Lu Yingying felt full of grievances. She wanted to turn her head away and not look at this bastard, but her neck seemed to be rusted and she couldn't turn it no matter how hard she tried.

But he didn't give in at all: "You came out just like that, why did you come to me in the first place!~"

Yang Mo looked aggrieved: "Hey, hey, hey, classmate Lu Yingying, what you said really hurts my heart. I have been operating a sewing machine in there for five years, and now I can't do anything except sew clothes... After all, we grew up together naked, so what else can I do now except rely on you?"

As he said this, he looked at the girl anxiously: "Hey, country girl, you can't bear to watch me starve to death, can you?"

Seeing this fellow's sly look, Lu Yingying chuckled, without even wiping her nose, and hugged Yang Mo, then snorted proudly: "Don't worry, you will follow me from now on. With this girl here and my food, you will never starve to death!"

Hearing these familiar words that had been hidden deep in his soul for who knows how many years, Yang Mo's body froze, but he did not hesitate to hug the familiar body in front of him: "But I am a bachelor now, and I don't even have a wife. What should I do?"

Feeling the other person's strength as if he was trying to rub her into his chest, Lu Yingying's whole body trembled involuntarily. She blushed and tilted her head: "Humph, you are already this age, it will be difficult to find a wife in this life... At worst, I will suffer a little and give myself to you as compensation!"

Yang Mo looked at the blushing face in front of him. The two time and space seemed to overlap in a mysterious posture.

"it is good!"

"Then for the rest of my life...please give me your guidance!"

Yang Mo's eyes were somewhat distant, as if he was looking into another time and space...

(End of the book)

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PS: It’s a pity that the book ends at this pace, but there is no other way, it has to be like this.

In addition, as a young middle school student, the author is very grateful to the 273 book friends who accompanied him to the end of this book.

I don’t want to say anything pretentious about the completion of the book, I just want to wish you all a happy new year and good health to your family.

See you in the next book.

I pay my respects to you in six thousand future lives.

(End of this chapter)