Zhang Jianmin looked at Liu Chunlai's smiling face and suddenly wanted to hit him.

Fortunately, Feng Songtao, who was following him, spoke, "Manager Zhang, we have decided on the location. We will go now. It's almost time."

"Yes, yes, Captain Liu, let's leave now. The motorcycle will park at your place first, is that okay?" Zhang Jianmin said nonchalantly.

Liu Chunlai grinned, "This morning, there was a group of social bastards, maybe thirty or forty of them, who wanted to rob us of our money. Well, even that pocket was not much, maybe around three hundred thousand... Then,

Now I am treating someone to hot pot here, and they are eating black noodle steamed buns in the public security bureau..."

As he spoke, he pointed towards the yard.

A huge linen bag was thrown casually at the door of the main room. Through the open mouth of the bag, you could even see bundles of big black bundles.

Zhang Jianmin's eyes lit up when he saw the money.

I was almost ready to grab the money.

But seeing Liu Chunlai's eyes sizing him up, he couldn't help but smile, "I want to rob you."

"Xu Xiaotian and the others have taken action. The money is still here..." Liu Chunlai looked indifferent, "If it weren't for Brother Jiu, I would have let Xu Xiaotian and the others snatch the money away this morning. Then, I will slowly look for them..."

Zhang Jianmin felt a chill running down his back when he saw Liu Chunlai's calm face, especially his indifferent demeanor when he said this.

This hot day!

Feng Songtao wanted to speak before, but had no chance.

Now I finally have a chance, "Captain Liu, the business of the hot pot restaurant over there is better. Although hot pot is considered to be eaten by the hardworking people, it is not actually the case. On a hot day, eating hot pot will make you sweat all over and make you feel wet..."

"That's true. Sweating can produce moisture." Liu Chunlai stopped beating Zhang Jianmin.

Zhang Jianmin was too easy to beat compared to the old fritters he had encountered.

Not long after the reform and opening up, hot pot became a business card of the mountain city, and eventually even spread to the world.

In Liu Chunlai's world, there is a saying in the world: There is nothing that cannot be solved with one hot pot; if one hot pot cannot be solved, then two.

Liu Chunlai also likes to eat hot pot.

But he wouldn't arrange this in a formal business setting.

We even know that there is a big difference between Shancheng hotpot and Rongcheng hotpot.

Although hot pot ingredients, techniques, brands, etc. all over the country and even the world are spread from mountain cities and Chengdu, there are still big differences when you leave these two places.

Chaotianmen Pier is the largest passenger terminal in the mountain city. When there is no internal combustion engine as power, it is no problem to sail to the lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

To go up, you need a tracker.

Long after the founding of New China, trackers still existed.

Now, they can no longer be seen.

But they left an indelible mark - hot pot!

If we talk about the origin, this thing has a history of at least nearly two thousand years in China, which is known to have wiped out a large number of species in the world.

Hotpot existed during the Eastern Han Dynasty.

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi wrote a poem called "Ask Liu Nineteenth": Green ants newly fermented wine, red clay small stove. It is snowing in the evening, can you drink a cup without water? This fully proves that the Chinese at that time had already

Became a foodie.

But these are not Shancheng’s hotpots.

There is a widely circulated theory about the origin of Shancheng hot pot: it was improved and developed by the trackers in Shancheng!

Since ancient times, the road to Shu has been difficult, and it is difficult to reach the sky.

After the Qin general Zhang Yi destroyed the Ba Kingdom and built the Bajun city and the Chaotian Gate, the convenient water transportation in the mountain city gave birth to a profession (perhaps earlier) - trackers.

The boat travels in the opposite direction, so trackers need to use fiber ropes to pull the boat up along the river bank.

It was cold and humid along the river, and the trackers were poor, so they could only buy butter and beef offal and other food.

Stir-fry chili peppers in butter, add Sichuan peppercorns, ginger, garlic and other seasonings that have the effect of repelling cold and dehumidification, and then boil beef offal, etc. Not only will you be full, but you will also be able to expel cold and dehumidify...

Rich people added various spices to it, and it gradually became a business card of the entire Bashu.

Hongya Cave was originally a slum in the mountain city.

Most trackers live in this area.

The hot pot restaurant Zhang Jianmin took Liu Chunlai to was not a state-owned hot pot restaurant.

After all, state-owned hot pot restaurants get off work on time.

The store is only three to four hundred meters away from Liu Chunlai's office, and he has never been there before.

Still far away, I could already smell the rich aroma of hot pot.

A stilted building with blackened wood on the outside has its entire street-facing side opened up. During the day, the door panels are removed for business, and at night, the door panels are directly placed in the upper and lower grooved door frames.

The room is not big, but with four Eight Immortals tables placed inside, it seems a bit crowded.

There are also two tables set up facing the street, occupying almost half of the street.

Fortunately, there are not many cars going this way these days.

At this moment, it was just before six o'clock, and the greasy tables inside and outside the house were already full.

Even the floor had a lot of oil stains.

The middle of the table was hollowed out, and a coal stove was installed. Above it was a handmade nine-square grid hot pot, with red soup boiling in the pot.

Before I even entered the house, I felt a wave of heat coming from afar.

Many people eating hot pot were shirtless and dripping with sweat.

"Manager Liu, come here, we have just started eating..." When Liu Chunlai was looking at the situation, someone greeted him.

At first he didn't realize that Manager Liu was him.

There were three tables of people, all second-rate dealers who purchased goods from him this morning.

Seeing Liu Chunlai and several people, he kept saying hello and wanted to invite Liu Chunlai to join them.

"I can't afford to treat you as a guest?" Zhang Jianmin looked at the people who invited Liu Chun to come, and glared at them fiercely, with a hint of threat in his voice.

They are all the bad guys in this area, so everyone naturally knows about Zhang Jianmin.

So I could only smile awkwardly at Liu Chunlai.

"Boss Zhang, are you here? The seat upstairs is reserved for you." A short old man in his sixties with gray hair greeted him enthusiastically, "Quick, please come inside."

Then Liu Chunlai and others entered the house.

The floor of the stilted building was made of wooden boards. Liu Chunlai stepped on it and found that it was a little sticky to his feet.

Fortunately, I have become accustomed to the sanitary environment these days.

Here, hygiene is absolutely impossible to meet the standards.

Once we entered the house, the heat wave was even worse than outside.

Sweat poured out instantly.

This made Liu Chunlai's sticky body feel a lot more comfortable.

"Most of the tables outside can be shared together..." Feng Songtao explained when he saw Liu Chunlai staring curiously at each table below, which was full of people.

Sharing a table?

Liu Chunlai was confused.

"There is no charge for hot pot base ingredients. If there are few people, you can sit at the same table and each have a few grids to cook. If the taste of the pot is bland, just add some base ingredients..."

"You don't even change the bottom of the pot?"
Chapter completed!