readbooksol Chapter 38 If everyone already knows, then it's still considered a surprise inspection?
Chapter 38 If everyone already knows, then it's still considered a surprise inspection?
Since the punishment, the noodle shop only has a few regular customers left.
The smile had vanished from Fan Qiusheng's face, and his aunt noticed the problem as soon as she entered the room.
"What's wrong, Qiu Sheng? Are you arguing with your wife again?"
"No, Auntie, I've done something wrong."
As she listened to the story unfold this afternoon, Fu Hongxia realized there was a problem.
This is more than just strange; it's clearly someone setting up a face-to-face noodle shop.
"As for aiding Korea, who do you think could be behind this?"
"Didn't you already guess it?"
Both of them looked at the Red Plum Fast Food restaurant on the street corner. Because of their two restaurants, which had very poor customer traffic, the surrounding restaurants were basically replaced every two years.
This year, however, the expansion of Hongmei Restaurant has slowed down significantly, and the new store next to the train station has also closed due to poor management.
If you want to stabilize your core business, you definitely need to start with face-to-face restaurants.
Although these were all just guesses, Zhang Yuanchao noticed a familiar figure walking out of Hongmei Fast Food.
It was Qin Ye.
"What should we do? Our reputation built up over the past ten years can't be salvaged overnight."
"There's no use thinking too much, I need to pay the fine first."
Standing at the door, Zhang Yuanchao felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a notebook being handed to him.
"What are you doing?"
"There are over 30,000 inside, is that enough?"
"No need, I don't have any money."
"Stop talking nonsense. I give my son and Qiusheng a lot of money every month."
I've saved up some money over the years, I'll use that for emergencies.
Seeing that Zhang Yuanchao was hesitant to answer, Fu Hongxia simply stuffed it into his pocket and turned to go back upstairs.
Seeing that there was only a little bit of grease on the waist of his pure white chef's uniform, Zhang Yuanchao moved his apron slightly to cover it up.
But the pungent smell gave him an extra task tonight.
For the next whole week, the noodle shop's business didn't recover much.
Even the late autumn rains didn't let any new customers in. According to the regular customers in the shop, the news of the punishment had already spread around the hospital.
"Uncle Zhang, the oil has been delivered to you!"
"Okay, Xiao Cheng, go help me unload it."
It was the weekend, and Zhang Cheng rushed over from school after hearing about the punishment.
Basic law books were placed on the dining table, occupying an entire table, but this did not affect normal business operations.
"Uncle Zhang, everything that happened before was my fault. If I had come back earlier, none of this would have happened."
"How could I possibly blame you? You keep the money, I won't deliver it!"
Just as he turned his head, he saw several banknotes on the table. Weimin, who had run to the car, shouted loudly:
"Uncle Zhang, consider this a gift; you can take the money next time!"
"This child."
Just as he shoved the money back into his pocket, Zhang Cheng came running over excitedly, carrying the book.
"Dad, I've found a solution!"
"What can we do? All the fines we're being charged with are legal and compliant; there's nothing wrong with them, is there?"
Zhang Yuanchao didn't even look at the book in Zhang Cheng's hand. He'd been home for three days; if there were any loopholes in the program, they would have been fixed long ago.
But Zhang Cheng didn't show him the legal provisions; he simply threw the book in his hand onto the sofa.
"No, next week is Food Safety Week!"
I have a friend who's interning at a TV station. If we just talk to them, we could have them do a surprise inspection with camera equipment, right?
"You said it was a surprise inspection, but we knew about it beforehand, so what kind of surprise inspection is that?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan!"
As autumn rains fall one after another, Jinchuan City is gradually donning its winter attire.
With the start of winter approaching, Hongmei Fast Food is once again launching its annual "buy two, get one free" promotion on dumplings.
In contrast, the noodle shop across the street was only half full, and there was no one looking out the door.
"Come on, Dad, let's go for a walk."
"Now?"
"No, in a moment."
Fan Qiusheng, who was leaning against the side watching TV, couldn't understand what kind of code the father and son were using. There weren't many guests, and he was bored.
The Santana parked at the entrance was rented by Zhang Cheng for forty-one days, and the insurance policy was still lying on the passenger seat.
Opening the back seat door, this was the first time Zhang Cheng had taken his father on the road since passing his driving test.
To be honest, it would be strange if Zhang Yuanchao wasn't afraid.
"Where are we going?"
"Just wandering around aimlessly. Anyway, your acting is bad, but Brother Fan doesn't know that. You should be able to portray the most authentic version of yourself."
The noodle shop has been operating as usual these past few days. I haven't paid special attention to the oil and seasonings in the kitchen; I just buy new ones when they run out.
Fan Qiusheng still tidied up several times a day, cleaning before and after each meal, since there were few people around and he was bored.
The black Santana stalled twice before Zhang Cheng finally managed to drive out of the parking space. If Zhang Yuanchao hadn't been unwilling to stay at the noodle shop, he would have gotten out of the car long ago.
Not long after they drove off, Zhang Yuanchao started to get bored and couldn't concentrate on the storytelling on the radio.
"It stinks! What's that smell?"
Cars still have manually adjustable windows, and Zhang Cheng struggled to crank the handle, but still couldn't stop the stench from wafting in from the garbage truck in front.
But the taste was familiar, just like the one from the kitchen that day.
"Xiao Cheng, follow him!"
"Ugh, it stinks!"
"It tastes just like gutter oil!"
Upon hearing the words "gutter oil," Zhang Cheng, who had initially been quite disgusted, instantly perked up, even adjusting the clutch pedal to keep pace.
They weren't following too closely, but perhaps we were lucky, we always managed to cross the road together at traffic lights.
Although a few cars would cut into the lane ahead, the two followed the garbage truck to the yard next to the train station.
"Dad, who is that person? They look so familiar!"
Shh, head down!
The person who got off the bus with the driver had his hair covered and was wearing a mask; Zhang Yuanchao felt that the figure looked familiar.
But with so much obscured, even someone his age can't see very clearly.
Zhang Cheng, who had climbed into the passenger seat, had already taken out his newly bought mobile phone from the glove box.
"Dad, could this factory be producing and selling gutter oil?"
"Not sure, we're not police officers, let's wait and see."
"What are you waiting for? The chimney's already on fire!"
The smell of coal tar mixed with a foul odor, but thanks to the location being right next to the train station's sewage outlet, the surrounding residents simply assumed it was due to the station's excessive garbage.
Zhang Cheng, sitting in the driver's seat, had already put his mobile phone back in his pocket, while his elderly father behind him had already opened the door and gotten out of the car.
The road was quiet, and the Santana parked there was quite conspicuous.
"Xiao Cheng, drive to the next street, I'll wait for you here."
"Be careful, don't get caught!"
The Santana started the engine, refueled, and sped away, kicking up dust from the road.
Zhang Yuanchao was already hiding under the wall, and the stench of cooking oil wafting from the courtyard made him cover his face with his sleeve.
The wall was low, and to avoid any obstruction, no barbed wire was installed. Zhang Yuanchao felt that if he were ten years younger, he might be able to climb over it directly.
There was nothing to step on, and the entire street was devoid of anything except for the oil stains seeping from the walls.
A middle-aged man in his forties had no choice but to pretend to be bored and squat on the street.
"Dad, what should I say?"
"Crouch down, I'll climb over the wall first."
Zhang Cheng turned his cotton coat over, and felt a sudden weight on his shoulders. He straightened up slightly with his feet, and the dust from the wall fell onto his face.
Dust off the dirt from his shoulders, Zhang Cheng also leaped up and grabbed the top of the wall with both hands.
"Dad, why didn't you pull me up?"
With no response from inside the wall, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to climb over a protruding brick.
The oil stains on the ground almost made him slip and fall, but luckily there was a mop standing against the wall, and he reacted quickly enough to avoid falling.
"Dad, you're having a good time, you didn't even wait for me!"
"Just look up for yourself; in this situation, I'd want to just flip back!"