Chapter 12 Feng Wuye

Feng Wuye is from Ningbo, Zhejiang.There are two types of people in the Feng family, one is in business and the other is studying.The Feng family is smart, and their heads match the ivory balls carved by Cantonese Weng Wuzhang, one layer after another, with each layer having a pattern.Therefore, those of the Feng family who went into business became very rich, and those who studied became literary giants and high officials.Feng Wuye has five men and two women in his generation, and he is at the bottom.Several elder brothers opened a factory in Shanghai and Tianjin to do business. They got married early and established a firm foothold.Only Feng Wuye is eating books at home.He looks like a carp, with bones as thin as fishbone, and meat as tender as fish maw. It's not the appearance of making money, but the material for dancing and writing.For all the books he has read, you read the first sentence, and he recites the next sentence. It is said that only Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty possessed this ability.As for his eloquence and his pen and ink, no one refuses to accept it.It is said that the future of the Feng family in this generation is all on the fifth master.

Feng Wuye was twenty-five years old, and his parents died. He sold the house and brought his family to Tianjin Wei, in order to join his brothers and friends and find a way to reach heaven. He has a high spirit, but Tianjin Wei is a commercial port, and brushes are used for keeping accounts. No one reads books, and naturally no one thinks highly of them.For example, there are gold and books on the ground, which one do you pick?When other people get rich, Mr. Feng Wuye's eyes are hot, his mind is twisted, and he decides to go to sea to do business.But he doesn't know anything about this, so what can he do?

When Chinese people want to make money, their first thought is to open restaurants.People depend on food, and people spend money on food; three meals a day, if you don't eat your legs, your legs will be weak, and the money is given to the restaurant owner.All the money in Tianjin is in the hands of businessmen, and most of the transactions in the business community are at the dinner table.Besides, salt is produced in Tianjin, and the dishes are heavy, while Ningbo dishes are salty, which is just right for the taste.Yu Feng Wuye made up his mind to open a Ningbo-style restaurant, so he chose a site to build a house in the downtown area of ​​Majiakou, and named it "Zhuangyuan Building".Choose an auspicious day, raise plaques and hang colors, light firecrackers and firecrackers, and the restaurant opens.Feng Wuye was wearing a dark blue and dark flower coat, with a pure gold watch chain dangling on his chest, his hair was divided in China and India, his head was smeared with oil, and he was dressed like an authentic boss. He stood in the lobby to welcome guests and deal with all directions.People who study, pay attention to etiquette, have a good conversation, and are very popular.Besides, Zhuangyuan Building is the only restaurant in Ningbo in Tianjin Wei. Sea fish and shrimp are all food for Tianjin people to satisfy their cravings. Cooked in the hands of Ningbo chefs, they are fresher than live fish and shrimp.Therefore, since it opened, it has been full of seats every day, and it has to "turn over the table" for a meal at night. It does not make much money for a long time.Feng Wuye wondered, where did the money fly in like flocks of birds every day?Looking at the account later, yo, there is a deficit!

One day, a young man who came to Ningbo as a helper boldly told him that the chicken, duck and fish in the kitchen only get into the mouths of customers, and most of them are thrown out by the cooks over the wall, and there are people outside to meet them.How much money does Zhuangyuan Building have to withstand being thrown out every day? After Feng Wuye was furious, he thought to himself, "Twenty-Four Histories" has been memorized by heart, so why not be able to cook with this group of dishes?That's it.Except for the fat cook who was brought from his hometown in Ningbo, the rest of the staff were all blasted away, and they were replaced by a new group of people. They also installed a power grid on the wall of the backyard, thinking that everything would be safe from now on, but the account is still in the red. What's going on?

Another day, a woman who lived near the Zhuangyuan Building whispered to him that every afternoon, when the garbage truck arrived and rang the bell, the seven or eight earthen boxes lifted out of the Zhuangyuan Building had only a thin layer on the top. It's rubbish, the bottom is full of tin cans, whole bags of salted fish, good wine and cigarettes.It turns out that the inside and outside colluded and used this method to get things away.Isn't this the same as carrying money out every day with earthen boxes?Feng Wuye stepped forward to check when he was taking out the garbage in the afternoon, and it was true.In a fit of rage, another group of people changed.The people have changed, but the deficit on the ledger has not been replaced.

Feng Wuye didn't believe that he was incompetent.Every day I go to the restaurant and stare wide-eyed, inspecting the inside and outside, but I can't see anything wrong.Literati rely on imagination to live their lives, and if they really fall into the kaleidoscope of life, they are "pretending to be smart and foolish".Zhuangyuanlou just broke the ball in the game, vented his anger, and watched his defeat.A businessman lives on a breath of air, and when he loses his breath, no one can do anything.The fewer customers, the fewer customers; if there is no oil in the oil and water, the guys will break up.Sometimes only half of the lights are turned on in the dining room.

Feng Wuye only had a little dissatisfaction in his heart. Another day, the little boy around him told him that it was rumored outside that the biggest thief in the Zhuangyuan building was none other than the fat cook brought from his hometown.It is said that he is very addicted to stealing. He steals every day, all the time, and everything. He will steal something every night when he returns home. Moreover, his stealing skills are extremely high, and he will never be able to detect it.Feng Wuye refused to believe that this fat cook cooked for his father back then, and the fat cook's father cooked for his grandfather. The roots of his family have long been rooted in Feng's family.If he is a thief, who is not a thief?

However, Feng Wuye has been in the business for two years after all, he has seen more fake smiles than real ones, and heard more lies than truth, and he has an extra heart.That night, when it was time to turn off the lights and close the doors of the Zhuangyuan Building, Feng Wuye took the boy to the front hall of the restaurant, moved a rattan chair, put it in a ventilated place, and lay on his back, saying it was to rest from the cool, but in fact it was to catch a thief. After waiting for a while, the fat cook sealed the fire, came out of the kitchen at the back, and was about to go home.He was bareheaded and naked, wearing only a pair of white underpants, a pair of rag shoes, a sweat towel on his shoulders, and a paper lantern in his hand.When he saw the boss, he was not in a hurry to get away, but stood up and talked.That appearance is like saying: "Just let go of your eyes!

Feng Wuye struck up a conversation, but a pair of literati's sharp eyes looked him up and down, wondering in his heart - where is this bald head and naked body hiding?You can't put a pack of cigarettes in your broken shoes!The lanterns are bright and bright, and even if you put a little inside, they can illuminate everything.Although the underpants are big, when the wind blows back and forth in the hall, the outline of the thighs and buttocks can be seen clearly, can there be any?Is there something wrapped in that sweaty handkerchief slung over my shoulder?Just when he was suspicious, before he could say anything, the fat cook took the sweat towel off his shoulders, threw it to the boy, and said, "It's cold outside, what am I doing with this big towel, please put it on Let's hang it on the clothesline in the backyard!" After saying goodbye to Feng Wuye, he carried a lantern and swaggered away.

Feng Wuye asked Xiaotong to open the towel, but there was nothing in it, almost wronging the good guy. But the next day, the little boy found out that the flower work that the fat cook did last night was on the lantern.It turned out that the lamp holder where the foreign wax was inserted was not made of wood, but a piece of frozen meat that weighed two catties!But he was actually right under Mr. Feng Wuye's nose, lit by a lamp, and took it away in a big way. It's amazing! After Feng Wuye listened, he didn't speak for three days, and closed the champion building on the fourth day.Someone persuaded him to return to Wenyuan and continue his studies, but he shook his head and sighed.Read to believe in books.He can't even figure out the ability of a person who studies or a person who doesn't study, so how can he have the desire to study?