In Luoyang City, Tiexieli Song Lamb Soup Restaurant.

Before dawn, Boss Li was already busy and sweating. He got up at 5 a.m. every day and started preparing for a day's business, which has been going on for decades.

At about six o'clock, Boss Li opened the store door to welcome the first group of early-up guests.

At around half past six, Li Tianming appeared at the door and greeted Boss Li.

Li Tianming gets up very early every day, gets up at 5 o'clock to wash, first read yesterday's business, and then plan today's arrangements.

After you understand everything, you will have another slow punch.

Since he worked for a fat manager in the supply and marketing cooperative, he has developed this habit, which has been going on for ten years. Even when an abandoned textile factory was doing nothing, he insisted on such a routine.

After all this is done, I slowly walked to the mutton soup restaurant on the next street and drank a bowl of hot and fragrant mutton soup cooked by Boss Li, which was Li Tianming's greatest enjoyment every day.

This mutton soup restaurant was originally a small shop in a suburban town. Because of the booming business and the diners were endless, the boss changed guns and moved the shop to Luoyang City.

The small restaurant is a two-story antique building with rough glazed tiles on the eaves. There are nearly a dozen large tables in the hall, and only four or five diners are sparsely buried. They all drink mutton soup and make a sound.

Li Tianming followed the boss through the back door of the hall and entered the backyard. The yard was filled with debris and neatly washed soup bowls stacked there.

Walk through the backyard and walk straight to the backyard kitchen.

The light in the kitchen was very dark, and a dim lamp was lit. A little girl in a flower apron was sitting on a small stool and was cutting mutton slices piled up next to her.

"Boss Li, this is the bamboo shoots and mutton left for you." Boss Li pointed to a mutton tenderloin and said, "Freshly cooked."

The tenderloin is a small strip of meat close to the back of the spine of a livestock. Because it looks like bamboo shoots and has slender fibers, it is also called "bamboo shoots and mutton". This part of the meat is tender and smooth and has a tight structure. This is Li Tianming's favorite part.

Li Tianming nodded.

Boss Li took the meat knife from the little girl and carefully cut it carefully. Thin slices of mutton were evenly placed in a bowl, each piece of which was almost the same size and thickness.

The little girl placed the bowl on the chopping board at the door.

Next to the chopping board, there was a large dark iron pot, which was mounted on the earthen brick stove, and the firewood at the bottom of the pot was still burning carefully.

As soon as I opened the lid, the iron pot kept steaming, and sheep bones, lamb, and lamb miscellaneous slowly rolled inside.

The heat continues to rise and disperse in the dim light. With the dim light above the head, it feels that time is also lengthened and slowed down.

What is made in the iron pot is old soup, a real century-old soup.

Since Lao Li's grandfather has been making this pot of soup, I don't know how many years have passed. What is being cooked in the pot is no longer mutton soup, but days, like this every day, and it's like a year, and it's slowly boiling it year after year.

Boss Li put his hips on one hand and held a large iron spoon in the other hand. He dipped some salt, coriander, and scallion with the spoon. Then he put the spoon into the iron pot. He gently flipped his wrist and scooped a large spoonful of mutton soup. Then, like a sword dancing, the spoon quickly drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the steaming mutton soup was poured into the bowl. The soup just reached the mouth of the bowl, and no drop was spilled out.

Li Tianming would go to the kitchen in person every time. Watching Boss Li do this set of actions himself, it seemed as if he appreciated a craft and never got tired of watching it.

The mutton soup is very clear, white and solid. The boss uses special skills to hide the unique mutton smell very well. It is not greasy. Instead, it smells a fragrance, which makes people's index fingers flutter.

The mutton in the soup, decorated with coriander and scallion, looks like a spring painting.

Li Tianming picked up the soup bowl on a wooden plate, and the little girl who cut the mutton took out two freshly baked sesame cakes from the stove and put them on the wooden plate.

The little girl smiled and showed her two white tiger teeth. Li Tianming nodded to the two and walked towards the front yard with a wooden plate.

Boss Li and the little girl watched Li Tianming walk away. Every morning, they had to repeat the same process.

Li Tianming did not sit in the hall with everyone, but went straight upstairs. There were two private rooms on the upper floor, which were specially designed to entertain distinguished guests.

Li Tianming carefully held the soup bowl and lowered his head into one of the rooms. He knew that there would be no one in this room and that there would be no other diners at this spot - this was reserved by Boss Li for him.

But today is an exception. There was already a person sitting next to the table in the private room. A white middle-aged man with thin eyebrows and long eyes sat there.

Li Tianming was stunned.

The dragon head looked at him with a smile: "Long time no see!"

Li Tianming was still stunned.

The dragon leader waved to him to pass.

Li Tianming moved his foot mechanically to the table and mechanically placed the wooden plate on the table.

Longtou closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "What a fragrance! Tiexueli Pine, it is well-deserved."

Only then did Li Tianming find his tongue: "Long, Long, Zhang, Mr. Zhang, why are you here?"

The faucet took out a package from under the table, wrapped it neatly in newspapers, placed it gently on the table, and pointed it with its finger: "I've delivered it to you for the last batch of goods."

"This, why are you so embarrassed to send it to you personally? You, can you just send someone else to come? Or tell me, I'll send someone to get it...and I'll have to ask you to travel in person so far away."

Li Tianming looked at the bag of things. Based on his experience, he estimated that the things in it were at least 20% less than expected.

The dragon head smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I just happened to want to talk to you."

"Listen to Yangming, you are doing a lot of business now..."

Li Tianming hurriedly opened his mouth to explain. Longtou waved his hand and told him not to hurry.

"This is also a good thing. We just need more funds and supplies."

"But I heard him say you want to raise the price?"

Li Tianming ate and said, "I, I... don't mean that."

Although Longtou's tone has always been very kind, Li Tianming has always been frightened. For some reason, he has also seen strong storms. He can calm down in front of the Song brothers and Prince Ma, who kills without blinking, but in front of this Longtou, he always feels inexplicable panic.

Li Tianming knew that it would be better not to hide in front of Longtou. It would be useless for him to deny it now, so he had to bite the bullet and explain.

He coughed, cleared his throat and said:

"In the past, we shipped the goods ourselves, and I don't have any objection to how much you give it. As long as it can maintain everyone's daily expenses.

However, nowadays, a lot of the supply comes from other people. They used to have a set of market conditions. If the gift is too low, it may be difficult to convince the public and the transaction cannot be done..."

This set of rhetoric was prepared for a long time by Li Tianming. Now he has made it his best and he said it in one breath and didn't even stumbling.

The leader nodded: "Well, the current shipment market was decided by the Song brothers and others? Then we can't mess up the rules all at once. After all, when doing business, we still have to comply with the market operation rules, haha."

When Li Tianming heard that Longtou's tone was loose, he not only felt secretly happy, but also looked sad on the surface.

The leader thought for a while and asked, "What is the usual commission for the business of the four major antique markets in Luoyang?"

Li Tianming was shocked. The leader was very familiar with the operation mode of Luoyang cultural and entertainment market.

"Three, three percent."

"Well, then we will give it to you in half a year from now on. What do you think?" Longtou said slowly. Although it was a negotiation tone, his tone could not be questioned.

Li Tianming felt a chill when he heard this. The meaning of the leader was very obvious. The purchase price of goods remained unchanged, but his commission changed from 30% to half a century. You have gained the benefits. Then I won’t make a fortune...

Seeing Li Tianming lowering his head and not speaking, the leader patiently "instructed" him and said, "I know that the gap is very big from 30% to 50%. But now the total shipment volume has increased, so your income is actually still increasing compared to before."

Speaking of this, Longtou stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back: "The Song brothers made so much money for their own selfish desires. They did business to make money and enjoy themselves.

We are essentially different from them.

Remember, everything you do is supporting the country's scientific research - this is the main reason why we can tolerate you doing these illegal acts."

Li Tianming was shocked when he heard this. Longtou had never told him about his career and unit, and he never dared to ask, but it seemed very important to be related to building a country? What is his identity as to do things under him...

Longtou turned around and looked at him and said, "I'll say so much, you can understand it yourself."

Li Tianming nodded in pain, indicating that he understood and obeyed the organization's decisions.

The dragon head returned to the table and sat down: "Actually, giving money is not my main purpose. I came this time mainly for another thing."

Li Tianming browed. He knew that Longtou would not appear simply to "comfort" him. In fact, he only needed to order someone to pass on the message. No matter how brave Li Tianming was, he would not dare not ignore him.

The dragon head must have other purposes when it comes to appearing here.

The dragon head was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Have you heard of the two heroes of Mobei?"
Chapter completed!