Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 14 I don’t know how to say spring rolls!
There were very few cars in this era, and only the government could own a few.

Zhu Xinghuo ran fast and got next to the first car.

Chen Luyang ran two more steps, stood in front of the second car, opened the door, and put his right hand on the upper edge of the door.

But what he didn't expect was that the person who got out of the car was not an elderly bald leader, but a fair-looking, thin and short young man.

The young man smiled politely at Chen Luyang and spoke with a pure Okayama accent.

"Thank you."

Chen Luyang: ???

When Chen Luyang's computer was down, several people got out of the car one after another and were led in by Chen Jinyue and other hotel leaders.

Chen Luyang secretly tugged at Zhu Xinghuo's sleeve.

"Isn't this a national heavy industry discussion meeting? Why are the Japanese here?"

Zhu Xinghuo whispered, "It's not the same thing!"

"This person is a foreign guest staying here. I heard he's an expert invited by our factory. Didn't you see our Deputy Director Yu accompanying him just now?"

"Is it the newly transferred Deputy Director Yu?" Chen Luyang asked doubtfully.

"Except for him, there is no one else with the surname Yu in our factory!"

Zhu Xinghuo knew everything about the factory, and there was nothing he didn't know.

"This is interesting!" Chen Luyang laughed.

"Director Wang brought Deputy Director Dong to a meeting, and Deputy Director Yu brought Japanese experts to stay at the hotel, and they even drove a government car... What kind of strategy is this?"

According to the specifications of the car, Director Wang should be the one accompanying him.

But the factory only sent the deputy director to accompany him, and it was the director who went to hold the discussion meeting instead.

"What's so strange about this? There were rumors that our factory was going to reform. Maybe the experts we invited are related to the reform."

Zhu Xinghuo said casually.

It has been more than a day or two since the machinery factory clamored for the "military-to-civilian" reform.

Although Chen Luyang didn't care much about the situation in the factory, he could still hear some news from the conversation between Chen's father and brother-in-law every time they had meals.

The reform has been delayed because the factory leadership team has always had different opinions.

Until the first half of this year, one of the original deputy factory directors was suddenly transferred to the cement factory, and a new deputy factory director, Yu, came to the factory.

From then on, the wind of reform began to blow again in the factory.

Chen Luyang said admiringly, "Great, Old Zhu, you know it all! Do you know what the reforms are about?"

Zhu Xinghuo rolled his eyes at him.

"You really think I'm Zhuge Liang."

"If I knew what to change, I would go in and have a meeting."

The two were whispering to each other when Chen Jinyue came over hurriedly.

"Chen Luyang, the foreign guests are going to the private room for dinner now. You are responsible for receiving them."

There are only a few decent waiters in the restaurant.

Since we have foreign guests coming here with great difficulty, we must choose people with good looks and good temperament to serve us.

"Okay, Sister Yue."

Chen Luyang was very clear about his own value positioning. After receiving the order, he immediately got into work mode and ran to the private room for foreign guests.

The hotel's private rooms are on the second floor.

They said they were helping, but in fact they were just helping to serve dishes and wine.

The work is not tiring, but it is physically demanding.

He can't leave work until the guests have finished eating.

"Hello, stir-fried pork with chili peppers."

Chen Luyang knocked on the door and walked into the private room, carrying a large plate of fried pork with peppers.

There were only four people in the room.

In addition to Deputy Director Yu and the Japanese man, there were two middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man next to Deputy Director Yu looked frail, wearing glasses and looking refined. The middle-aged man next to the Japanese man seemed to be a translator, pointing at the pot of braised yakitori on the table and mumbling something, as if introducing the dish.

The dishes on the table were also quite abundant.

Even the beer was the brewery's new "black beer", printed with a freshly-released picture of Li Guoyu.

"This specification is really good!"

Chen Luyang swallowed hard, put the fried pork with chili peppers on the table, turned around and left the private room.

But before I could wait for a while, the translator came out of the room, asked "Where is the toilet?", and hurried away.

"What's wrong? Are you upset?"

Chen Luyang looked curiously at the translator's back as he ran straight to the bathroom, then knocked on the door and walked into the room carrying a plate of fried spring rolls.

Without the translator, the private room was obviously not as lively as before.

The well-mannered middle-aged man next to Deputy Director Yu was communicating with the Japanese in very poor Japanese.

The little Japanese just sat there with a polite and indifferent expression, nodding slightly from time to time.

Seeing Chen Luyang putting the fried spring rolls on the table,

The little Japanese's eyes lit up and he asked in Japanese: "What is this?"

The well-mannered middle-aged man's face suddenly stiffened, and he stammered for a long time without saying a word.

Seeing that this was not right, Deputy Director Yu asked in confusion: "Old Hao, what did he say?"

Hao Fengchun said in embarrassment: "He asked what kind of dish this is."

Deputy Director Yu said anxiously: "Then tell him, isn't this just fried spring rolls?"

Hao Fengchun was almost broken: "But I don't know how to say fried spring rolls!"

Hao Fengchun was so anxious that he almost scratched his scalp.

That translation is really unreliable!

He doesn't poop early or late, but only when he's eating.

Just when Hao Fengchun was about to give up and say "fried spring rolls" in Chinese, Chen Luyang spoke in fluent Japanese.

"Hello, this dish is fried spring rolls. The filling is a soft and sweet red bean paste. It tastes very good."

"Fried spring rolls?"

The Japanese boy's expression, which had always been polite and indifferent, finally showed a hint of surprise.

He even raised his head and looked at Chen Luyang carefully.
"Red bean paste?"

Chen Luyang smiled and replied, "Yes, it tastes best when eaten hot."

……

"What did he just say?"

Listening to the conversation between the two people, Deputy Director Yu asked Hao Fengchun nervously.

Hao Fengchun said honestly: "It seems to be Japanese."

Deputy Director Yu rushed up in anger and almost burst into curses.

The two of them were chatting back and forth, and I couldn't believe he was speaking Japanese!!!

I don't know what he was talking about!

But the next moment, Chen Luyang turned around and explained carefully:
"I just told this customer, these are fried spring rolls. Please enjoy them while they're hot."

finished,

Chen Luyang turned around gracefully, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door of the private room, leaving behind a tall and handsome back.

The air was silent.

The Japanese boy picked up his chopsticks curiously and was about to pick up a spring roll, but he found that the two people at the table were sitting there without reacting.

The little Japanese didn't know what was going on, so he quickly put his chopsticks back on the plate and looked at it with a puzzled look.

However, Deputy Director Yu reacted quickly and quickly picked up a spring roll with chopsticks, saying with a smile:

"Missy, Missy, Missy~"

(End of this chapter)