Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 154 Dismissal (Finding books for bored people is incredibly annoying +6)

The original factory seal is intact and has no markings. The internal seal applied by the power company will have the local power company's number on its surface, which is also the number of the special pliers used, or simply letters. This seal will deform if pressed with anything other than the special pliers, making it easily identifiable.

These pliers are all documented; if lost, a police report must be filed.

Director Li gritted his teeth. This matter was being done rather blatantly, and his superior's superior had caught him red-handed. He had finally gotten a chance to make contact and curry favor, and now it was about to be spectacularly interrupted.

Li stretched his chin, forced a smile, and turned to Old Chen, who had been standing silently watching, saying, "Director Chen, what do you think of this? This is my fault for not disciplining him properly, and such a thing has happened. I will definitely deal with it seriously and punish him severely when I get back. I will submit a report to my superiors tomorrow requesting disciplinary action."

Old Chen waved his hand, turned and walked out of the kitchen, saying, "Let's not talk about that now. Restore the power immediately and compensate them for their losses."

Director Li agreed, then turned to Director Song, who was standing dumbfounded to the side, and said, "What are you staring at? Didn't you hear Director Chen's words? Hurry up and get it done, then get out of here. You're always acting like a complete idiot. Look at the kind of people you bring with you. Just wait and see how I deal with you tomorrow."

Director Song hurriedly nodded in agreement, took out a special wire from his toolbox, replaced the meter, sealed it, and then turned on the power. The bone restaurant was immediately brightly lit, and the freezer started humming.

After finishing, Director Song packed up his tools and slung them over his shoulder, then looked sheepishly at Director Li: "Hehe, Director, look at this."

Director Li waved his hand and whispered, "Is that your brother-in-law? Go back and get him out of here right now, or you won't be able to escape either. Don't say I didn't take care of you. Write a self-criticism, make it deep."

Director Song wiped the sweat from his brow and asked in a low voice, "Who is that? What Director Chen?"

Director Li glared at him and said, "Director of the Provincial Bureau. This time, your brother-in-law has ruined everything. Get out." He then turned and left the kitchen.

Walking up to Old Chen, who was sitting upright, Director Li smiled and said, "The meter is fine, the power is back on. Director Chen, what do you think about this?"

Old Chen held a hot water cup to warm his hands. The restaurant had its own heating system, relying entirely on an electric pump to supply water. When the power went out, the heating temperature dropped, and the room got a bit cold.

Old Chen glanced at Director Li, took a sip of hot water, and said, "This isn't a good influence; there are quite a few businesses in this area. Let's fire him."

Director Li agreed, and Old Chen turned to Yingzi, who was standing to the side with a look of surprise and curiosity, her face still wet with tears, and said with a smile, "Little girl, it's alright. Go and call your boss in to cook. I want to try your special bone broth."

"Yes." Yingzi replied cheerfully and ran outside. When she reached the shop entrance, she shouted, "Fifth Uncle, the phone is back on! That old man said everything's fine. Come in and cook, he wants to eat your bones!" Director Song, with his head down and carrying his tool bag, walked past Yingzi and headed towards Xiaoyong and the others. His expression changed from fear to anger.

Yingzi's words made Old Chen's face twitch. He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, while the people surrounding him burst into laughter.

Yingzi looked at everyone strangely, then waved her hand and shouted, "Hurry up, Uncle Wu, we're waiting to eat your bones!" Uncle Wu, his face darkening, walked into the house. Xiao Wei came over carrying a rolling pin, and Xia Maosheng and Chen Hui also walked into the shop. The three of them were overjoyed. Approaching Uncle Wu, they whispered to Xiao Wei, "Who's that?"

Xiao Wei pointed at Chen Hui and said, "That's my buddy, that's his dad. Now that you have connections in Longcheng Electric, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."

An Laowu glanced at Chen Hui and nodded, then whispered to Xiao Wei, "What's up? You look pretty cool."

Xiao Wei said, "Director of the power industry. Hurry up and prepare a table full of your best dishes; you'll get a reward." An Laowu was a little surprised, opened his mouth, glanced at Chen Hui again, and quickened his pace. He met Yingzi, who was overjoyed, at the restaurant entrance. An Laowu said to Yingzi with a sad expression, "It's not my bones, it's the bones I made." He then went into the restaurant.

Yingzi stared blankly at An Laowu's retreating figure. "Huh?"

Director Song walked up to Xiao Yong and his two companions with his tool bag on his back, threw the tool bag on the snow, took a few breaths, seemed to want to say something, but gritted his teeth and hesitated, waving his hand and saying, "Get out, get out, all of you get out." Then he turned and left.

Xiao Yong was bewildered and shouted, "Brother-in-law, what's going on?"

Without turning his head, Director Song said, "You son of a bitch, brother-in-law, fuck your mother, don't ever say you know me again." He strode away.

Xiao Yong was bewildered and turned to his colleague, asking, "What's wrong?"

The two guys took two steps back, one of them picked up his tool bag and said, "This has nothing to do with us. We're just here for the fun. Um, I have other things to do, so we're off." The two of them turned around, picked up their tool bags, and left, walking as fast as race walkers.

Xiao Yong stood there looking left and right, while the onlookers around him pointed and whispered, each with a gloating expression.

Xiao Yong yelled, "What the hell are you looking at?" This drew a burst of laughter. He turned to leave, but almost tripped and fell. Looking at his leg, he thought, "I got hit, damn it." He glanced back at the bone shop, gritted his teeth, and turned away, limping. "Hiss!" "Phew, that was so damn brutal!"

Inside the bone restaurant.

Yingzi, with a bright smile, ran around bustling about, pouring water, fetching frozen pears, and pouring wine. Her eyes never left Old Chen, whom she adored, making Bozi almost jealous.

Old Man An put all his strength into serving the bones to the table one by one.

Old Chen glanced at Director Li, who was still standing by the table, and said, "Sit down and have something to eat with me. You all sit down, we'll eat here tonight." Director Li nodded vigorously in agreement and sat down. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled. In just a short while, his vest was soaked with sweat, sticking coldly to his body. Xiao Wei, Xia Maosheng, Chen Hui, and Old Chen's driver all sat down around the table.

Old Chen leaned forward and sniffed, then said to Xiao Wei, "This tastes really different, and the food is served incredibly fast. Can you always maintain this speed?"

Xiao Wei turned to look at Bozi, who was standing guard to the side. Bozi nodded and said with a little pride, "Yes, we can. These things have to be prepared in advance according to the required amount. There's no time to make them on the spot."

Xia Maosheng said, "Bone is different from cooking. For example, this dish needs a week to absorb the flavor, so we prepare it in advance based on the number of customers. Also, this stuff can be stored for a few days without losing its flavor, as long as it's not used in cooking. In fact, it tastes even better. It's made with a stock."

Xiao Wei said, "Especially in Northeast China, the most common dish is stewed sauerkraut and potatoes in winter, which is also the most suitable for the taste. Both of these are not afraid of being stewed, and they get better the longer they are stewed. I stew a big pot in the morning, and my shop can sell enough for a day. Just scoop it out and season it before serving."

Old Chen nodded, picked up a bone, and said, "Let's get started, everyone have a taste." Everyone reached out and started eating.

(End of this chapter)