The old shop of Goubuli Baozi is on Shandong Road in the business district of Binjiang Road Pedestrian Street, and is a distance from Chenyang Road to throw a stone.

Why are there such a bullshit name as "Goubuli"?

That's because Gao Guiyou, the founder of "Goubuli Baozi", is nicknamed "Gouzi".

Gao Guiyou first worked as a clerk in other snack shops, and later opened a bun shop specializing in buns "Dejuhao".

Because Gaoguiyou’s buns are exquisite and never adulterated, the business is getting more and more prosperous. Gaoguiyou is often too busy to talk to customers.

Everyone came to buy buns and threw the money into the bowl according to the amount. The bun shop directly put the buns on. After the customer left, both parties were exempted from talking. In this way, everyone joked that "the dog sold buns and ignored everyone."

Over time, people called Gao Guiyou "Goubuli", and called the buns he managed "Goubuli".

It has been 140 or 50 years since the Daoguang year.

...

As time goes by, Goubuli is not a bun shop now, but a restaurant named after the bun shop.

Chang Xian hugged the Beijing-style eaves and doors that had not changed for a century, and asked for a second-floor private room under the guidance of the waiter who was greeting him.

"Miss, how can you invite this meal? I will definitely come here. I can go shopping with the beautiful girl today and invite the beautiful girl to dinner. This is for us to save face, we have to take care of it, right?"

After entering the hotel box, I often had a lot of free mouths and handed the menu to Zheng Mang: "Come on, come on, come on, I just collected two items. I'm happy, don't be polite to me."

"Okay, we're all buddies, so we don't have to push and give it to each other for a meal."

Miss Zheng was so kind, but she was not polite at all. She took the menu and ordered it.

"Let's be simple at noon. I want a rock sugar bird's nest soup. Your bird's nest is from Malay and Indonesia. Don't fool people with Fujian and Guangdong provinces. Besides, it must be a small bird's nest, 3A and 4A, so don't make those bird's pancakes, swallow's broken or something..."

"Well, steam another grouper. You don't have sea red grouper or red spot grouper here, so let's make do with the East Star Spot..."

"This is a carnivore. Just give this person a portion of meat and then put on a plate of vegetables."

Well, by the way, I also did the Changyi Master, so kind.

Chang Xian was a little stunned: "Sister, are you sure this is a little simpler? You can't just pull me to the death. If you want this, I will snatch my brother next time!"

Zheng Da reporter beat the table and hummed with a snorting: "What are you talking about? Don't care about these details!"

He said to the waiter: "Two cages of buns, one for meat, and one for vegetables."

He then turned around and explained to Chang Xian intimately: "Don't worry, I've been here a few times. I'll be happy with the orders. Although there are six kinds of buns here now, they are still the original two kinds of authentic ones."

He waved to the waiter and said, "Okay, go, hurry up!"

Seeing this person's mouth "showing" and playing several roles, he was always convinced, "You're awesome, I'll give you a bun later!"

As Zheng Mang said, a simple meal would make do with it, and in just thirty or forty minutes, the two of them had a round stomach.

Chang Xian checked out, wow! It costs 2,300 to wipe the fraction!

The small bowl of bird's nest made Boss Chang suck his teeth, and the swallows were broken, and the swallows were 3A4A. If it weren't for his physical condition, he would have thought of going to Southeast Asia to dig a bird hole.

Zheng University reporter shook his ponytail, reached out to ask for the grasshopper gourd from Chang Xian's hand, and shouted: "Showing it!"

Watching Zheng Mang playing with the grasshopper gourd in his hand, listening to the grasshopper's chirping, Chang Xian looked dark and walked slowly towards the Chenyang Road.

There seemed to be a famous saying by Mr. Bai Jingye, the big mansion in the TV series, said: "What is money? Money is a bastard!"

...

Chenyang Road, Ji Guxuan.

In the reception area, the room is filled with tea.

Mou Duanming smiled and accompanied several people to talk loudly.

There were three men sitting on the sofa beside him, an old man in the middle, probably in his sixties, thin, but in good spirits, with bright eyes and very capable.

The other two are middle-aged people in their forties, and they all look good when they look at their clothes.

One is so majestic and has a clear aura of the superior. The other one seems to be unrestrained, but his eyes are particularly energetic and not a simple character.

"The times have changed now, and young people can pursue their dreams as much as possible..."

The old man recalled the past, "We were in a difficult time at that time. In today's words, we are grassroots. My father passed away when I was 10 years old. I went to Tianjin Tractor Factory as an apprentice at the age of 17. I rode a broken bicycle every day, from Xiaobailou to Wangdingdi to work."

"Okay, more than ten kilometers! If there were bicycle competitions at that time, I would definitely win at least a provincial championship. I didn't know how many bicycle chains I slammed."

The low-key man sighed: "Yes, the conditions were too poor at that time. Unlike you, I grew up in the countryside, my father was a stonemason, and my mother relied on growing vegetables to subsidize her family income. When she was a child, she didn't eat a few meals of meat a year."

"Since my childhood, my parents told me that only by studying hard can they turn over. Their greatest hope is that I can get into a technical secondary school and become a worker."

Mou Duanming was immediately happy: "Uncle De, you are a factory working as a worker at the age of 17. Your starting point is Lao Guo's dream when he was a teenager. It can be seen that Lao Guo is a true grassroots background."

The man also smiled and said, "Grassroots is not easy to define. Ginseng is grassroots, and Cordyceps is also grassroots! You are either ginseng or Cordyceps!"

"Hahaha, Boss Yu is so proud of this, we dare not stop accepting it!"

Several people were amused by that person. Uncle De picked up the teacup to greet Boss Yu, waved his hand and said, "That's different. Xiao Guo was studying in a stable social environment. As long as he had good grades, he could continue his studies."

Boss Guo flattered: "But you are a doctor now. How many doctors are we playing ancient people? You are better than us!"

"My doctorate degree is too heavy," Uncle De said with a smug smile. "In the year when the college entrance examination resumed, I had my wife, children and young people who wanted to support me, and I didn't dare to give up the salary of dozens of yuan. I could only save two yuan a month, and it took me a year to save enough for correspondence tuition and get a correspondence undergraduate degree from Tianda."

"Anotherwise, the correspondence courses at that time were very strict. Apart from not including allocation, it was not much different from full-time undergraduate programs. However, they were not as good as those of correspondence courses now. As soon as I got the undergraduate diploma, I immediately became the deputy director of Tianjin Tractor Factory, and I was also the youngest deputy department-level in the history of the First Department of Machinery!"

Boss Guo nodded and said, "This is knowledge changing destiny."
Chapter completed!