After Sun Hongye visited, Zhang Yanming and Sun Hongye returned to their home with their two assistant security guards.

Sun Hongye looked up and down, then nodded with satisfaction.

The houses on both sides were exactly the same. She saw the traces of living in the living room and found that there was only one bedroom where people lived, and the things were quite simple, so she was satisfied.

Zhang Yanming lived here for a few days last time and bought a thin quilt and a pillow.

Finally, with the leadership of Sun Hongye, everyone decided unanimously to cross the river and go to the city.

So eleven people came out again and got on the bus again, asking the driver of Hongli Company to take everyone to the dock. The road was too far away, and it was all road construction sites, so it was easier to take a boat.

After crossing the river, it feels like you have arrived in another world.

On one side, there is a muddy construction site, and even the wharf is covered with weeds. On the other side, there are neat streets with endless flow of people and traffic, and the neat old buildings in Yanjiang.

The difference is too big.

But as Zhang Yanming said, the old, narrow, and the dark and cramped alley behind the tall buildings made Sun Hongye discouraged, a little unimaginable.

After getting off the boat, it was Hongkou District, the old city, and the original Amirica residence, which looked a bit old and messy at this moment.

Without stopping, everyone took a taxi to the Bund. There was no way, this place was so famous that people from all over the country rushed here.

Turning over from Bund Road is the Peace Hotel. Everyone moved in directly and assigned their own rooms to rest. Two people were together.

Zhang Yanming's little assistant is the most awesome, and he is the only one who comes out with an odd number.

This is one of the best hotels in Shanghai and is quite famous, but Sun Hongye may have a bit of preconceived ideas, but he just doesn't feel that it's very satisfactory.

It is indeed old, but it is still OK. The furnishings of all aspects of service items meet the standards. The room is small, so there is nothing we can do about it.

Everyone rested until night came, and the little assistant ran out to the east and west rooms and called everyone up, packed up and found a place to eat and stroll around the night street.

"Just eat here?" Zhang Yanming was a little too lazy to go out to find a restaurant.

"Eat here? I'm here, I have to find local specialities?"

"Do you think there are many specialty restaurants on such a commercial road? Even if there are restaurants that can compare to five-star hotels?"

Seeing that Sun Hongye had a bad look, he immediately changed his words: "Today I will go here first, and tomorrow I will go to eat specialties, okay? There are almost no decent restaurants on this street, there are stalls in the alley next to it, or Western restaurants. Really."

"Hmph." Sun Hongye glared at him and took her assistant to the restaurant.

Zhang Yanming didn't lie. There are indeed very few decent restaurants on Jiangning Road, and the things in the hotel are not very good and not cheap. It's really better to eat in a restaurant, and there are a variety of meals to choose from.

Everyone ordered the meal and sat there chatting. Sun Hong asked Zhang Yanming: "What's delicious here?"

"Does white sugar count? Sugar."

"I'm serious."

"I'm also serious. I'll put a tablespoon of sugar in every dish I cook here, and I use a six-cent plate for cooking."

"Isn't that all sweet?"

"Well, it's almost the same, basically all of them are sweet or salty."

"So do meat?"

"Everything is, fish, meat, vegetables, seafood. Fried kelp shredded kelp, kat, a tablespoon of sugar, fry two small yellow croaker, kat, a tablespoon of sugar."

Sun Hongye swallowed: "Then forget it, I'll just think about it."

"It's just regional characteristics. When you go to Bashu and Yuzhou, you will be a handful of peppers no matter what you do. I feel that it's even more terrifying than adding sugar. I can't stand the peppers from Xiangchu and the aged vinegar from the Sanjin."

"I feel good about eating our JAC cuisine. Isn't that the place?"

"Get close, not here. You can also add sugar to Jianghuai cuisine, it's not so evil."

"Then, where is it similar to ours?"

"Beijing, Qilu, Sanjin, and Zhongzhou. In fact, you can accept it by trying it westward slowly. It's just a little spicy and spicy, which is quite delicious. Lingnan talks about light original flavor, and the east coast is the same as the sweet ones."

"You've eaten it all?"

"Uh, ah. I've eaten."

"Hmph, I ran around alone and didn't take me."

"I didn't know you at that time? Sister, can we make some sense? Besides, you haven't been to Rongcheng, Yangcheng?"

"That's all eaten in the hotel, not local specialties, just scare me."

Several little assistants and security officers were silently watching the boss and the boss’s wife teasing each other here.

"You have a question about your idea. Which hotel in this place is not a local specialty? Do you open a hotel in Shanghai and serve Shandong cuisine in the restaurant? Is it possible?"

Sun Hongye thought for a while: "Why didn't I feel it?"

"I didn't pay attention. However, the dishes in the hotel are basically adjusted, not original, especially in heavy-tasting areas."

"Why?"

"In order to adapt to the tastes of most people, many people from other places are not used to it. The chef will try to weaken the tastes as much as possible, so that more people can accept it while maintaining the style of the dishes."

"That's not authentic, isn't it just that I haven't eaten it?"

"Do you still remember that the dishes are spicy in Rongcheng? They are all weakened versions. If it is authentic local dishes, do you think you can eat them? Isn't this the same thing? If the dishes here are not weakened, they are all sugars, are you used to eating them?"

"Hmph." Sun Hongye felt like she was going to lose, but she couldn't tell the story, so she turned her head and cut off the topic. I won't say it anymore.

There are many people in the restaurant, but they are not noisy. The environment determines people's behavior, and this has nothing to do with quality or something. It is not related to it.

In the last year of the 1990s, the living standards of the people continued to improve, people lived in their own homes, prices were always stable at a relatively constant level, and everyone began to have spare money in their pockets.

However, there are still not many people who can enter star-rated hotels, and most ordinary people cannot enter.

As mentioned earlier, in this era, housing prices are stable, incomes are constantly increasing, living standards are constantly rising, and people are beginning to have a surplus, so they can buy some good clothes or plan a trip.

But the hierarchical differentiation in this era was also relatively serious. The people, officials, and the rich lived completely in different circles. Officials were in the middle and had negotiations with both sides.

There are more and more high-end consumption places, and the people are discouraged and watch the rich people live their shameless and happy life with envy.

There are indeed many rich people now. There is absolutely no exaggeration to say that these ten years are golden decades. Making money is becoming easier and easier, and opportunities are everywhere. Although the price of star-rated hotels is more expensive than twenty years later, they are still full of them.

It was from this time that people were proud of being able to enter high-end consumption places and pride themselves on being able to consume luxury goods. They began to use money to show their uniqueness and divide levels.

What kind of cultural cultivation, spiritual temperament, traditional virtues and professional qualities are all knocked down by money, everything is taken off the table, and only money is the only one who dominates.

With money, there is everything, and new beliefs are born and grow rapidly.

No one came out to resist, including those who should stand up or groups, everything was defeated in front of money, and the media helped fuel the fire.

The entire society is changing silently and positively.

Selling worthless things at high prices becomes a good talk, and business scams become role models for people to learn, and honesty and credibility are hit into a bubble.

This was the last year of the 1990s.
Chapter completed!