The name of this bar was also very interesting. It was called Dayin (Big Camouflage), which gave the idea of 'hiding in the city is far better than hiding in the forest'. After all, this bar was hidden in the city area. The guests in the restaurant outside definitely did not know that there was still a high-class bar hidden behind.
The bar's space was not tiny. The decoration was very unique, as well. There were three pool tables in the middle, and large sofa seats lined the windows. Four-seaters were scattered all over. On the north side against the wall was the bar counter. The whole wall was filled with all kinds of alcohol in the wine cabinet. As long as you could find the name for it, they had it. There were two bartenders, one male one female. They were both good looking. After all, those who could come in were not ordinary people, and the owner was not short of this sum of money.
On the right was a corridor leading deeper into the bar. There was a
Due to the difference in cultures in places, every place has a different value system. For example, in Dongbei, the majority of people felt that as long as you were rich, you were the boss. They felt that money was powerful and there was nothing you could not do with money. Many people became government officials just to earn money. A small leader could earn up to billions, so the corruption in Dongbei was very serious. The neighboring city of Shangdong was exactly the opposite. Hometown to Kong Meng, this city had been influenced by traditional ideas. Those who wanted to earn big money only wanted to become an official at most. For example, those five fake ministers. They bought their way from being businessmen up to the vice-ministerial level. Needless to say, how many big shots in the government and army came out of Shandong all these years? There was a joke that said that the highest praise a Shandong elder could give a younger one was that this kid would grow up t
Their chit-chat continued, unhindered by the previous interlude. At this time, Qin Sheng had attracted everybody's attention. Ma Weiyang and Zhang Da had endless questions for him, for they were even more worried about Qin Sheng than Qin Ran. They were eager to listen to his experiences and his ups and downs over the past 20 years. Qin Sheng was somewhat surprised by their enthusiasm and didn't know how to react properly. The other two men, Yin Hao and Yang Shihua, only spoke a couple of sentences but paid close attention to the others. They just stayed involved in the chat and never interrupted others' speech. Even though their families had some connections with each other more or less, these two had entered the circle later than others. Also, they were relatively younger, so they chose to keep a low profile. Compared with Wei Li, who had tried extremely hard to enter the group, Qin Sheng made it rather easily. This was not only because of his relationsh
In the early morning, Qin Changan got up first. The snow outside had not melted, and some places on the road were covered with ice. Qin Changan didn't go out for jogging, but he went downstairs to the gym in the basement for exercise. After Qin Changan finishing his exercise, he found Gongsun, who had been waiting for him in the dining room. Qin Changan found that today's breakfast was more abundant than usual. He felt surprised and asked, "Anything special today? Why do we have a feast for breakfast?" Gongsun gave Qin Changan a glass of milk and said with giggling, "Qin Sheng and Qin Ran are home. They are still asleep." Qin Changan didn't expect that Qin Sheng and Qin Ran were back to the siheyuan. He thought they would never return to his place. It was the first time Qin Sheng had stayed here since he had been back to Beijing. What was more surprising, Qin Ran was back as well. Qin Changan was happy about their return, which
After Qin Sheng's mother had passed away, the Zhu Family and the Qin Family had a quarrel over the location of her grave. The Zhu Family thought she should rest in the Mountain Babao Cemetery since her parents, who were the Zhus, were going to rest there after they died. They hoped that they could rest in a place close to their daughter. However, the Qin Family hadn't agreed. Old Master Qin was a master of feng shui theory. According to feng shui, the location of one's grave would influence one's other families and even the future generation. Old Master Qin had insisted that he must find an appropriate grave location for his daughter-in-law mostly for the benefit of the Qin Family. Thus, he had been fiercely against the Zhus and looked throughout Beijing, finally finding a suitable location at the foot of the Great Wall near Huairou. Old Master Qin believed that the nice grave he had found would guarantee that the dead would lead a better life in the heav
What Qin Sheng was supposed to say had been finished on the day he had been at the old house. Surprisingly, he had found something more here before his mother's tomb. In such remote outskirts of the barren mountainous area, his mother had been waiting in her grave alone for over 20 years. One could imagine how hard he would feel. There was an old saying: A mother would always worry about her son, who had gone for thousands of miles away. It had been over 20 years since he had left Sijiu City, so did that mean that his mother had never stopped worrying about her son restlessly all the way through those 20 years or so? You watch me grow up while I keep you company, growing old with you. That's the best and the most poetical commitment that parents and their children could give to each other. However, Qin Sheng and his mother had never gotten a chance like this. How pathetic it was. Regrets would be filled in one's lifetime, some of which could
Lao Guo was an old man with a dark complexion, not tall, a bit limb while walking, plus a little hunchback. With such physical condition, he could not find any decent job suitable for him except guarding tombs here for the rich. And it paid well, with a handsome earning of 5,000 yuan per month. Where else would he be able to find such an easy job in his case? Therefore, Lao Guo had always been responsible and diligent for the cleanup work of the whole cemetery, for fear that he might get fired if the Qin Family were not satisfied. Lao Guo was once a farmer from the nearby village, which had already been exploited earlier. And strictly speaking, Lao Guo actually belonged to the relocation households in Beijing City, and they would probably receive a considerable sum of compensation for resettlements if their old houses were in the suburbs, let alone those in downtown areas. Holding so much money in hand, Lao Guo was supposed to enjoy his old age in peace w
During this period, Qin Sheng had been hitting it off quite well with Lao Guo, who was surely a dependable, honest man, though with not too many unique skills. On the eve of the Laba Festival, which was on the eighth day of the last lunar month, Lao Guo had even prepared a pot of Laba rice porridge, the ingredients of which had been shopped from the villages nearby all by himself. The taste caused Qin Sheng to recall those precious memories that he had spent in the Lin Family for the first time. Qin Sheng was about to leave within a short week, and that depressed Lao Guo a little bit. No one else had been so nice to him before, except for his wife, who had passed away long ago. Feeling grateful to Qin Sheng, Lao Guo had almost treated him as his own son, only that he wasn't. For the recent days, Lao Guo had kept all the daily chores to himself, except for the preparation of the meals, and left the young man sufficient time to be with his mom or his curric
It had always been a society where power and background prevailed. As for those arrogant nobodies, it was useless to enlighten them with laws and moral standards. A better way of teaching them who was actually in charge was to let them realize that you were someone they couldn't afford messing up with. For example, you were in good relationship with some big shot they dared not to offend. As a result, they would stay away from you as far as they could and serve you as one of them. Therefore, instead of talking with fists and feet, Qin Sheng had chosen to show his cards on the table directly to act swiftly. Right at that moment, those gang bangers, together with their big boss, who had stuck up their noses at Qin Sheng earlier, were soon getting upset, as they were sober enough to know that they were right in the middle of something. Apparently, the man in front of them was unquestionably a dangerous man to cross, or else he wouldn't have been able to call