Chapter 601 The Rats Need to Be Cleaned Up

Yangjiayan Wangfujing store is not the largest store of Yangjiayan, but it is the head office of Yangjiayan. This original small building was expanded after government planning, so it looks like a courtyard house that can be viewed as a tourist attraction, more like a restaurant.

But this head office, which is not ranked among all the current Yangjiayan stores in terms of area, has the highest annual turnover among all the Yangjiayan stores and is also the most powerful store.

Because almost all the store managers of Yangjiayan branches basically came from this store, and the shortest chef of all stores also worked as a trainee in the back kitchen of this head office for half a year.

Today, Yangjiayan ushered in the most solemn inspection since its opening. In addition to the current boss Ran Feifei, Mr. Yi, who has not shown his face much in recent years, and the legendary big boss will come to the store for dinner. From the morning, whether it is the waiters or the chefs in the back kitchen, they have carefully done every detail, for fear of any mistakes.

"When you have time, go out more often. Don't stay at home all the time. How about I send you to the countryside to live with Grandpa Xuan for a few days?" At 11 o'clock in the morning, a group of people who were eagerly waiting for all the staff of the head office got out of an inconspicuous car.

Yang Dongxu supported Nalan Yi, who was trembling a little, and his heart was very complicated. Although he had seen a lot of birth, old age, sickness and death in his previous life, and even carried coffins to the cemetery for several old people in the village. But when he heard that Grandpa Yi fell ill, he couldn't help but feel a surge of bitterness in his heart.

"Yes, you have to go out more often. If you don't go, you won't have the opportunity to see around." Grandpa Yi patted the back of Yang Dongxu's hand that supported him.

Compared with the chef Nalan Yi who used to be ruddy and sturdy, the current Grandpa Yi is very hunched. With such a big frame, he is thin and weighs less than 100 pounds. Although this serious illness did not take his life, it dragged down his body. It is really hard to say how long he can live.

"Why don't you go back to the courtyard and live there? I'll ask Old Sun to come back and see you." Yang Dongxu felt his nose was a little blocked.

When Nalan Yi was sick, he didn't know that Old Master Yi had been hiding it from him, saying that he would notify him to burn a piece of paper when he died. He seemed to feel that he was about to die, so he wanted to see where he used to work, so the Nalan family notified Yang Dongxu.

"No need, I know my body well. I have suffered and enjoyed happiness in this life. Although I don't have a son to see me off in my old age, I have a better grandson. It's worth it. There's nothing to miss." Old Master Yi said with a smile.

The group walked through the lobby and came to the kitchen at the back. With the help of Yang Dongxu, Nalan Yi looked at all the corners of the kitchen, and then nodded with satisfaction. This was the job he had always insisted on when he was the head chef. Compared with the entire Yangjiayan kitchen, it was his territory, and he didn't allow any flaws here.

"Let's sit down in the box and let them each cook a dish for you. Please taste it." Seeing that Mr. Yi had some trouble moving, Yang Dongxu turned his head away. Some of the chefs who were once taught by Mr. Yi also secretly turned their heads to wipe their tears.

"Why are you crying? It's a happy funeral even if you can live to this age. I won't taste the dishes. My tongue is no longer sensitive and everything tastes the same. I won't give you any advice so as not to mislead you." Mr. Yi glared at a few people, then patted Yang Dongxu's arm, indicating that he had finished checking the kitchen and went to the food warehouse at the back.

Yang Dongxu was heartbroken when he saw Mr. Yi's appearance. The words that seemed to comfort others revealed Mr. Yi's current sadness. A chef who lost his sense of taste undoubtedly lost half his life. This was the root cause of his physical collapse.

Old Master Yi looked at all the places in the vegetable storage area, fresh-keeping area, and frozen area and nodded with satisfaction: "The new life is good. It's not like before. If you want to eat something cold on a hot day, that's the privilege of the rich.

Poor people can't afford ice on a hot day. But fortunately, I'm a cook. I go to the rich family to cook and have whatever I want. I've never been hungry regardless of war or disaster."

Old Master Yi, who was almost supported by Yang Dongxu to walk, was panting and sweating on his forehead after walking a circle. His daughter-in-law quickly took out a piece of ginseng from her bag and asked him to hold it in his mouth for a while before he felt better.

"You should move back to the courtyard. I'll go and pick up Old Master Sun and make sure you get better." Yang Dongxu pleaded again.

"No need. How can a good family let the dead be infected with bad luck? I've really lived enough and it's worth it. You don't have to worry about me, an old man." Nalan Yi waved his hand.

"How about I invite the old man back to accompany you?"

"I told you not to bother with that. You are old now, so don't bother other people anymore. I will go down first to explore the way for Master Xuan and those old friends. Maybe we can open a restaurant after we go down, so that they can have a place to drink and chat when they go down." Old Master Yi put his hand on the back of Yang Dongxu's hand. He turned his head and looked at his grandson who had grown tall and looked like an adult.

"Don't worry, no one can bully the little tiger with me here." Yang Dongxu promised.

"That's not the case." Old Master Yi shook his head: "I will take care of you if I can. I am not worried about that. But don't force it. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If they are motivated, they can eat meat, and if they are not motivated, they can drink porridge. There is nothing to complain about this, and you don't need to take it too seriously.

A person who does not have himself but enjoys blessings that others cannot enjoy is either a blessing or a curse. I can see it more clearly than you. If he doesn't live up to expectations, don't pay attention to him. The descendants of the Nalan family can't live, so they might as well die so as not to embarrass their ancestors. "

"No, little Hutou is very upbeat. He can live well even without my help." Yang Dongxu said.

"Then there's no need for you to worry about it. My grandson is no worse than anyone else." A proud smile appeared on Nalan Yi's face.

Since his son's accident, it can be said that he has put all his thoughts on educating his grandson. Little Hutou is indeed up to par with his father, even though his grades in school have never been very good.

But there is nothing to say in terms of character or moral character. He does have the ability to do business despite not being able to go to school, so he feels that his grandson is very good, at least better than his own son. It's just that although his grandson likes business and is willing to open a restaurant, he just doesn't want to be a cook and can't inherit his legacy, which makes him feel a little regretful.

After having lunch in the store, no matter how Yang Dongxu tried to persuade him to stay, Mr. Yi chose to go back to the countryside after he felt satisfied after seeing his former workplace. According to him, the weather is hot now, and if someone dies outside, it will stink when being transported home. It makes me sick of having mourners come to mourn. It is better to go home and wait for the convenience and not cause trouble to others.

"What did the doctor say?" Yang Dongxu asked after putting the group in the car.

"The organ failure is severe. Let the old man do whatever he wants during this period, and let his family spend more time with him." Cui's mother turned around and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Mr. Yi's family lived in Dasiheyuan for a while, and Xiao Hutou's mother was very familiar with Cui's mother, Aunt Hua. So when Yang Dongxu was accompanying Mr. Yi just now, they were accompanying Xiao Hutou's mother.

Yang Dongxu's eyes couldn't help but dim when he heard Cui Ma's words. For the first time, he felt that no matter how rich he was, and if he had a famous doctor like Sun Lao who could be called a semi-immortal, he would still be so powerless in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death in nature.

"Those people seem a little restless recently." Yang Dongxu looked sideways at Du Fei.

His current enemies are obviously not only those who are jealous and want to kill pigs for meat, but also the rats who have been frightened by his thunderous wrath and have been honest for a few years. In recent years, they have begun to make moves again.

And this time, he was very smart and did not start directly, but chose a roundabout investment. In this way, everyone in the country no longer calls for beating, but uses money to win some people together, and secretly fan the flames from time to time.

"Do you want to take action?" Du Fei asked without any wavering in his expression.

Yang Dongxu opened his mouth, and finally asked Du Fei for a cigarette, lit it in his mouth, took a sip, and recognized the smoke. After a while, he said: "Be prepared to prevent those people from jumping over the wall. As for the dirty tricks, there is no need for it now. I want to Let them know that they are a bunch of trash, whether they are doing it for fun or for playing tricks.”

Du Fei returned to the Siheyuan in the evening and handed him a piece of information. In the next few days, Dongzi, Fu Dehai, Fu Decai, Yu Feihong and Wu Aibing also sent the information collected in the past few years to the Siheyuan. .

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and we have nothing to do about it." Seeing Yang Dongxu still in the study after one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Ya came in with a plate of fruit.

"I know that the revenge I deserve has been avenged, and I won't be as crazy as before. It's just that these rats need to be cleaned up. It will be 1997 next year. Once they are cleaned up, things will be less troublesome." Yang Dongxu patted him. Zhou Ya pressed the back of her hand on her shoulder.

It shows that he has not lost his mind because of seeing Mr. Yi's current appearance. The sadness is certain. After all, this is an old man who has watched him grow up. But the living must continue to live. Some rules you can break, but some rules cannot be broken. Otherwise, even though he has a lot of energy now, it will be difficult to find a place.

"Clean them first?" Zhou Ya looked at the three documents placed in front of Yang Dongxu.

One is about some foreign-invested chemical plants, one is about paper mills, and the other is about shipping. The first two seem to be normal factory documents, but if you look closely, you will find that many things inside are superficial. Everything seems correct at first glance, but upon closer inspection, none of them can stand up to scrutiny.

This is especially true for the last shipping business. On the surface, it looks like normal maritime trade. But if you actually investigate, you will find that every shipment of these trading companies contains a lot of private goods, and they are doing business openly but smuggling secretly.

"Garbage is garbage. When you see that the motherland needs development, it doesn't matter if you don't help. You always want to cut off the motherland's body, and then leave a mess on your own and leave, letting the country wipe your butt." Yang Dongxu's eyes flashed. Cold light.