Updated: 2013-11-28

It was already five o'clock in the morning when Zhao Dongsheng left the National Defense Center. He sat in the back seat of the black car with a tired face and closed his eyes for a nap, preparing to go back to the Beijing office of the Warwick Group. He looked at the documents he had been reading all night and was now sleepy and hungry.

According to Zhao Dongsheng's itinerary, since he came to Beijing, he would convene a meeting of middle-level cadres from the Warwick Group's Beijing office at 9:00 this morning, and then go to the headquarters of the Jiuzhou Chamber of Commerce in the afternoon, and arrange the day full of time.

"Go to Lao Zhang Yangshu Restaurant in Nancheng Lane." When the convoy of three cars reached an intersection, Zhao Dongsheng, who was sitting in the middle of the car, suddenly opened his eyes and in a deep voice, instructed Zhou Jun in the passenger seat in front of him that he would solve his breakfast and also settle the old account.

Lao Zhang mutton soup restaurant is an authentic Northwest-style restaurant. Its mutton soup and mutton cakes are one of its own. Zhao Dongsheng, to be precise, Zhao Weiguo. Whenever he had the chance in college, he would go there to eat mutton soup and soak mutton cakes in the soup, commonly known as mutton soup buns.

Zhou Jun then used communication instruments to notify the leading vehicle that was opening the road ahead. The convoy turned right at the intersection and disappeared into the vast night.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Dongsheng walked into Lao Zhang's mutton soup restaurant. Compared with more than ten years ago, the mutton soup restaurant has expanded its business scale and has become a three-story restaurant. However, the mutton soup and Guokui cakes are still managed by Lao Zhang, the founder of the mutton soup restaurant, to ensure the most authentic taste.

The mutton soup restaurant opened at 5 a.m. and closed at 11 a.m. without any resistance. Zhao Dongsheng chose a seat in the hall. Zhou Jun and several strong men in black suits sat quietly on the seats around Zhao Dongsheng, vigilantly observing the situation in the hall.

Zhao Dongsheng ordered a bowl of mutton soup and a pot-kui cake, and he ate it there with relish. More than ten years have passed and the taste of mutton soup and pot-kui has not changed at all. It is still so delicious. Think about it, Lao Zhang is almost sixty now.

In Zhao Dongsheng's impression, Lao Zhang was a kind uncle. At that time, the mutton soup restaurant was just a small restaurant. Every day, he would smile with a spoon and add soup to the guests who needed to add soup. Therefore, there were many repeat customers, and many people drove to have a car to have dinner.

Zhao Dongsheng was still a poor student at that time, and he squeezed out his living expenses to eat mutton soup. The mutton soup was divided into large bowls and small bowls. He could only ask for a small bowl and brought his own steamed buns he bought from the school cafeteria. He was very frugal and could make Lao Zhang add mutton soup two or three times every time he had a meal.

At first, Lao Zhang thought Zhao Dongsheng didn't like to eat Guokui, but later he learned that he was a poor student at Yanyun University, so he invited him to eat a big bowl of mutton soup and Guokui every time he came, and generously told Zhao Dongsheng that he didn't have money now and that he would pay it back to him when he had money in the future.

In this way, Zhao Dongsheng ate a lot of mutton soup and pot-kui for free in four years in college. Every time he finished eating, he would post a bill on the counter and wait until he had a salary to check the bill.

Unfortunately, after graduating from university, Zhao Dongsheng was kicked into a small place like Huangzhou City. He was busy starting a business all day long. Not only did he not have time to eat mutton soup, he even forgot all the accounts of that year. If he hadn't been sleepy and hungry this morning, he would never have remembered the old accounts of that year.

Zhou Jun and others also ordered a bowl of mutton soup. While soaking pot and eating it in big mouthfuls, they kept paying attention to the movements around them.

"Waiter, I want to see your boss." After eating the mutton steamed bun, Zhao Dongsheng patted his stomach with satisfaction and said to a waitress in the hall.

"Sir, our boss has gone to another place. Can you please help me?" The waitress came over and asked with a smile when she heard this.

"Who made the mutton soup and Guokui?" Zhao Dongsheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise. Who else has this skill besides Lao Zhang?

"This is what our Mr. Zhang did, he is the boss's son." The waitress replied with a smile.

"Can I meet your Mr. Zhang? I am old friends with your boss Zhang." Zhao Dongsheng smiled and said to the waitress. No wonder the taste is exactly the same. It turns out that he got the true teachings of Lao Zhang.

"Okay, wait a moment." The waitress saw that Zhao Dongsheng was wearing a suit and ties, and looked like a successful person with status. The key was that his smile was full of sunshine, so she nodded to him and went to the kitchen.

"Hello, what's wrong with you?" After a while, a sturdy middle-aged man came to the hall from the kitchen and said politely to Zhao Dongsheng.

"You are Zhang Hong." Zhao Dongsheng looked at the middle-aged man and said to him with a smile, "Fifteen years ago, I had a bill here, and now I will clear the bill."

"Fifteen years ago?" Zhang Hong felt a little strange when he saw Zhao Dongsheng knowing his name. It seemed that it was the first time he saw Zhao Dongsheng, but when he heard the following sentence, he couldn't help but lit up. He looked at Zhao Dongsheng in surprise, "You are the college student of Yan University!"

"Yes, I'm really sorry. I'll come fifteen years later." Zhao Dongsheng nodded with a smile. When he was chatting with Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang mentioned that he had a son in his hometown in the northwest and worked in the county town. It seems that his son is now following his father's business and has also come to Beijing to help Lao Zhang.

"My dad did not read you wrong." Zhang Hong also laughed, "After so many years we have said that you will definitely not come to check out, but he has always insisted that you will come. The reason why it did not appear was that something was delayed."

"By the way, where has Master Zhang been?" Zhao Dongsheng didn't expect that Lao Zhang believed in him so much, and he couldn't help but miss the scene when he was eating mutton soup. At that time, he thought that mutton soup steamed buns were the best food in the world.

"My sister is about to give birth, and my parents went back to their hometown to see her a few days ago." Zhang Hong had a good impression of Zhao Dongsheng and said with a smile, "If he knew you were here, he would definitely be very happy."

"It doesn't matter. There are opportunities in the future. I will come here to have dinner in the future." Zhao Dongsheng also felt a little regretful and looked at Zhang Hong with a smile, "The accounts I signed before are still there, and it's time for the original owner to return the property."

"Here, my dad keeps it all the time. You wait a moment, I'll get it now." Zhang Hong nodded and walked quickly to the office on the third floor. When he got down, he was already holding two pieces of paper in his hand, which recorded the accounts that Zhao Dongsheng owed when he was having a meal at a mutton soup restaurant during his college years. After each meal, he wrote the date and amount.

Since fifteen years have passed, the two pieces of paper have turned slightly yellow. After seeing this, Zhao Dongsheng couldn't help but recall some of the past events of his college years. Now, the times have changed, which makes him feel a little sad.

The total amount on the two bills was 150 yuan. Now it seems that the money is really not much, but a large bowl of mutton soup was only one yuan at that time, but now a large bowl costs twenty yuan. Considering the interest and other factors, this was quite a lot of money at that time.

"I don't bring enough money on me now, so I'll send it to you in the morning." Zhao Dongsheng took out his wallet and found that there were only a few hundred dollars in his wallet. He usually didn't have to spend money, so he didn't carry much money with him. Although Zhang Hong didn't say how much it cost, it would definitely not be 150 dollars.

"It's enough. My dad once said that if you come to check the bill, you will pay 150 yuan. He said that some accounts not only involve money, but also include Xinyi, which is priceless." Zhang Hong saw the money in Zhao Dongsheng's wallet and said to him with a smile.

"Thank you." Zhao Dongsheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, then smiled and took out 150 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Hong. Unexpectedly, Lao Zhang was such a kind-hearted person.

"Let's go, I'm leaving. This store is not open today. Those who don't want to cause trouble should leave quickly."

After a while, Zhao Dongsheng and Zhang Hong exchanged greetings, folded the two bills and put them in their pockets. Just as they were about to leave, the restaurant gate was pushed open. A group of bald men in uniform black clothes walked in. A bald fat man in the lead had a gold necklace as thick as a thumb on his neck. He glanced at Zhao Dongsheng, Zhou Jun and others, and waved to them with a fierce look on his face.

"Why are you here again? We have told you clearly that we will not sell this store." Zhang Hong immediately met him and said to the bald fat man with a serious expression.

"You don't have to say whether to sell it or not. Let me tell you the truth. Our boss is going to make a reservation for this store." The bald fat man reached out and patted Zhang Hong's cheek, and said with a sinister smile, "Boy, you'd better be more aware of the times. Don't toast and not eat the punishment, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

"We have many repeat customers here. If you go to other places, your business will be greatly affected. And the price you give is too low, so we can't open a store in other places at all." Zhang Hong's face turned red after being slapped by the bald fat man, and he said to the bald fat man.

"Whether you die or live has nothing to do with me. I'm here today to tell you, Malier, you can vacate the house within a week, otherwise we will help you." The bald fat man sneered and said viciously, especially the pronunciation of the word "加" was aggravated.

"If you dare to do something randomly, I will call the police." Zhang Hong was shocked and said in a deep voice.

"Call the police? Haha... I tell you, I am more familiar with the police station than with our family. I know your details very well. You have to think about it carefully. Don't involve your family members at that time, then it will not be worth it."

The bald fat man laughed, poking Zhang Hong's chest with his hand and threatening him gloomyly, "If I remember correctly, you have a daughter who is in junior high school and a son who is in elementary school. There are so many cars on the road now, so please let them pay more attention and don't accidentally be hit by the car, so even if you regret it, it will be too late."

Faced with the unscrupulous intimidation of the bald fat man, Zhang Hong's face turned pale. He could not be afraid of the threats of the bald fat man and others, but if it involved his family, the situation would be bad.

"You won't do business these days. We'll show you the store. You can go find a place to move."

Seeing this, the bald fat man knew that Zhang Hong was afraid. He showed a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth. He reached out and pushed him away, leading several subordinates to walk towards the office upstairs. The other bald men spread out in the hall, sitting in their seats and chatting and laughing casually. Several of the big men were lustful and touched the waitress and the female cashier.

"Mr. Zhang, the taste of your mutton soup is so authentic. I will bring my colleagues to try it tomorrow." Zhao Dongsheng knew that the bald fat man was a man from the underworld. He frowned slightly, and then said to Zhang Hong with a smile, "It's getting late, I want to go back and have a rest."

As he said that, Zhao Dongsheng raised his legs and walked over to the bald fat man opposite him.

"Boy, are you looking for death?" The bald fat man was slightly stunned when he heard Zhao Dongsheng's words, then his eyes showed fierce light, and he reached out to block Zhao Dongsheng's way, staring at him gloomyly.

"Can I understand that you are threatening me?" Zhao Dongsheng looked at the bald fat man and asked calmly.

"Threat?" The bald fat man sneered, pulled out a shaky dagger from his waist and put it on Zhao Dongsheng's neck, and said viciously, "Believe it or not, I will let you blood."

Before the dagger in the bald fat man's hand touched Zhao Dongsheng's neck, he could hear a muffled sound from the side. Zhou Jun, who was standing behind Zhao Dongsheng, took out a pistol and shot the bald fat man, and hit the bald fat man's arm holding the knife.

The bald fat man snorted in his mouth, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground. He couldn't help but take two steps back, covering the place where he was shot, with a look of horror on Zhou Jun.

"Don't move!" At the same time, the guards who followed Zhou Jun pulled their guns and pointed them at the bald men in the hall, "kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands."

Looking at the scene in front of him, not only the bald men were stunned, but Zhang Hong was also stunned, looking at Zhao Dongsheng with a look of astonishment, unable to figure out what was going on.

"Sorry, I'll deal with this matter as soon as possible if I disturb you in business." Zhao Dongsheng walked up and said to Zhang Hong with a smile, then walked away. Since Lao Zhang gave him a favor, he naturally had to repay Lao Zhang with a favor and help Lao Zhang solve the problem of the bald fat man.

Zhou Jun and two guards followed Zhao Dongsheng quickly, while the other guards made the big men kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting for the police to come.

"Who is he?" It was not until Zhao Dongsheng got in the car and left that Zhang Hong came back to his senses and hurriedly chased him out. He looked at the far away car with a look of astonishment, and muttered to himself.

At noon the next day, Zhao Dongsheng did not come to the mutton soup restaurant. He just wanted to help Zhang Hong settle the matter, so he said he would take his colleagues to the mutton soup restaurant for dinner, which was a favor from Lao Zhang.

Moreover, Zhao Dongsheng didn't have time to eat at the mutton soup restaurant. He flew to Haidu City the next morning to handle the affairs of Warwick Group in Haidu City, which was very busy.

The bald fat man and others were taken away by the police afterwards. Zhang Hong was not sure about how to deal with it. However, the bald fat man's boss came to the door with a million people to apologize that afternoon. Since then, no one dared to have a mutton soup restaurant.

After learning about this, Lao Zhang couldn't help but feel a little regretful. In fact, it would be best if he could keep those two pages of the bill, because they have become the history of the mutton soup restaurant and are a beautiful memory.
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