Hunan cuisine is indeed well-known. Chen Qiaoshan just tasted the taste of Sanhe Soup, and the whole person suddenly became bad. It was so spicy. He claimed that he could eat spicy food, but he ordered it slightly spicy, but he still failed.

The taste of Xinhua local dishes is indeed good. Although they are full of spicy taste, they become more and more delicious. After a meal, Chen Qiaoshan's belly became hot, but he also felt that he was doing this.

"How is it, does it taste okay?" After Chen Qiaoshan put down his chopsticks, the fat chef came over again.

Chen Qiaoshan gave a thumbs up directly, "The taste is really great, the food is very satisfying, it would be even better if it was a little lighter."

The fat chef didn't care at all. Hunanese people like spicy food, and they didn't like spicy food. This is also the capital they are proud of. "Sanhe soup is our signature dish in Xinhua, and this is the lightest way to cook it."

As he said that, he seemed to be afraid that Chen Qiaoshan would not believe it. The fat chef simply pulled a stool and sat down at the table, explaining carefully: "Every dish in Xinhua is exquisite. The sharp and small dried red peppers are spicy and spicy. Once the hot oil is poured, it ensures the color and smell of the mountain pepper. The mountain pepper has a special fragrance. Once the two are combined, it just neutralizes the fishy smell of the beef. These two ingredients are indispensable, otherwise it will become stewed beef offal, and it will not be the original Sanhe soup."

Chen Qiaoshan is an authentic foodie. When talking about food, he naturally became interested. When it comes to fat chefs, they were very excited. The two of them talked about each other. The topic started with Xinhua Food and then changed to ingredients, and in the end they didn't even miss the seasonings.

"This mountain pepper cannot be bought on the market, you have to use local wild mountain peppers. At the end of September every year, I will go up the mountain to pick wild mountain peppers. The secret of Sanhe soup is all in the wild mountain peppers in Yangxi Town..."

The fat chef did not hide his own personal information at all, and made it clear about the importance of Xinhua cuisine. There was no arrangement in the afternoon. Chen Qiaoshan simply accompanied the other party to talk. When he heard the place name of Yangxi Town, he couldn't help but be careful, "Boss, is Yangxi Town quite famous?"

"How did you say this? Have you been to Yangxi before?" The fat chef didn't understand, so the young man was obviously a foreign tourist coming to Xinhua. Instead of asking about Meishan Dragon Palace, he inquired about the townships below. This was a bit strange.

"That's not." Chen Qiaoshan explained: "Although I have never been to Yangxi before, I have been interested in several celebrities from Yangxi for a long time."

The fat boss was a little curious. He was a native of Yangxi. He had never heard of any celebrity in the town. At most, more rich people were more popular and the houses built were more fashionable, while the others were nothing special.

"Who are there? Let's talk about it. Could it be that Yangxi has produced first-rank officials? I heard from the older generation that there were officials in Yangxi during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but they were all old calendars."

Chen Qiaoshan was a little strange. Could it be that the Yi brothers and Zou Lianjing were not from Yangxi? He couldn't help asking: "I heard that many people in Yangxi made a fortune by typing and copying. Have you heard of the Yi brothers and Zou Lianjing?"

"Hey, who did you say? It turned out to be asking this." The fat boss immediately understood. He took the large teacup he carried with him, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, and then said: "There are indeed many people who made money by copying in Yangxi. The Yi brothers have only heard of it. They are the older generation and went out to explore in the 1950s and 1960s. I know Zou Lianjing. I am classmates with his cousin and have seen him several times."

Chen Qiaoshan was happy, "This is a coincidence. Boss, tell me the specific situation!"

The fat boss didn't refuse, it was still early until dinner time and there were no customers in the store. He was happy to relax: "There are three groups of people who make photocopying in Yangxi, one is to buy second-hand mobile phones, the second is to sell accessories and repair them, and the rest is to open a printing shop."

Chen Qiaoshan suddenly realized that this should be the prototype of the Xinhua copying industry chain.

"We locals call Zou Lianjing the master. He is the ancestor of the photocopying industry. He has been out all year round and has a great fortune."

"The Zou surname is a big family in the local area. When the master made money, he brought a group of apprentices. Most of the people in the hometown are in the same mood. This craft was developed from him. Most of the people in Yangxi made their homes with the master."

Chen Qiaoshan asked, "Then do you know where the master is now?"

The fat boss thought about it and said with no certainty: "He is a big boss with a net worth of tens of millions. He is rare to see now. I heard that he has been in Zaoyang, Hubei Province for several years. I can't explain the specific situation."

Although Chen Qiaoshan had prepared for this, he was still a little disappointed.

Zou Lianjing went out to explore the 1960s and 1970s. According to time, he is now at the age of knowing the destiny and is unlikely to stay in the village for retirement. It seems that he can only focus on the Yi brothers.

"Oh, this industry is no longer popular now." For no reason, the fat boss sighed.

Chen Qiaoshan was a little surprised, "Why, I think Xinhua people have opened a lot of copy stores."

"You don't know the inside story." The fat boss looked like an expert. "A machine was hundreds of thousands of dollars, so no one would collect 70 cents by typing and copying. We Xinhua people dared to collect 70 cents. Do you know why it is so cheap?"

Chen Qiaoshan couldn't help but smile, "Your cost is low."

The fat boss also smiled, "That's the reason. Xinhua people only use second-hand mobile phones, and the cost of opening a store has been reduced. From equipment to consumables to paper, we have our own people in every part of the industry. We have one-stop production, supply and marketing, which can anyone compare with outsiders."

"Also, most of the owners of our Xinhua people will repair copiers. No one else can compare with the children in Yangxi Town. They use second-hand copiers as toys since childhood, and they will be dismantled and repaired."

"The machine has a problem and ask someone to repair it for hundreds or thousands of yuan at a time. Xinhua people took care of it by themselves. Many of us have not even graduated from junior high school, so we went to another place to open a copy shop. We first contacted our fellow villagers to buy a second-hand copy machine. We opened a store for two years, repaired it and then sold it to outsiders at the original price. This is so common."

Chen Qiaoshan knew that no one’s success was a lucky person. An industrial chain supported a Xinhua person. It looked glamorous outside, but only they knew the sadness inside.

The fat boss was obviously not satisfied and continued, "I have worked in this business before, it was 1979. At that time, I was only 17 years old. Yangxi brought a large group of people to the world. In order to facilitate the convenience of Guanl County, he set up a typewriter repair factory, and the master was the factory director."

"To put it bluntly, this is an affiliated unit. I will send you a letter of introduction and use the county invoices. This is the craft I learned at that time."

"I spent 300 yuan to become a disciple. At that time, it was a huge sum of money. Not only did I pay off all my money, but I also had to pay a lot of debts. Don't be surprised. This is the rule established by the master. Even his uncles and uncles have to pay."

"It's true, he's making a lot of money outside, right?" Chen Qiaoshan asked.

"That's not." The fat boss was quite proud. "The master made money and was the first to build a small foreign building in the county, which made a group of people look down on him. He explained to others that he earned it by repairing machines. No one believed it. He said that he was speculating outside."

"The master couldn't explain clearly. His uncle was a cadre in the town. He called him during the day and scolded him hard, and sent his son over to him at night."

"Since then, the master has established this rule, and each apprenticeship pays 300 yuan. He was so angry that his aunt was almost scolded, and he finally gave it to him. As a result, the master took his cousin to work in the northern Xinjiang for three months and earned 20,000 yuan."

"The photocopier was all foreign things back then, and most people couldn't practice it. They had to be an apprentice for two months when they became a master. In the third month, the master paid a cousin four hundred yuan in the third month, which was worth two years of his uncle's salary. Since then, no one has said anything."

"The master is not short of money at all, he wants an attitude."

"In Yangxi Town, many people might not be able to make up 300 yuan in total for selling houses and land, but that's it. This technology has spread. In the 1980s, foreigners said that households in Yangxi were just a joke."

Chen Qiaoshan became more and more curious and wanted to get in touch with Zou Lianjing, who was called the master master. He was just a legendary figure. "Boss, don't you know how to repair a typewriter? Why did you open a hotel again?"

"Don't mention it." The fat boss was a little depressed. "At the time when the county established a repair shop, our identity was legal, but the government only forced the use of the formal invoices of the repair shop to go out and do not care about anything else."

"At that time, we mainly built Shuangge brand mechanical typewriters outside. In 1981, new policies were introduced to crack down on speculation and counter-attacks. Our group of people became rats crossing the street. In the urban area, especially at the railway station, they checked when they saw someone with backpacks and were not allowed to go out."

"My father was burning fire at the food station in the town at that time. He thought it would be a big deal for a long time, so he let me take the shift. So he changed his career and started working as a chef. It was a family-born skill." The fat boss sighed a little, not knowing whether it was regretting it or what.

This is the general environment. No matter in which era, such things are always inevitable. If you want to succeed, you must not only work hard, but also dare to fight, dare to break through and persevere.

"By the way, you just said that many copying people have changed their careers. What's going on?" Chen Qiaoshan thought of this and hurriedly asked.

The fat boss said: "Business is not easy to do. The government introduced a policy in 2002, and a variety of copying equipment such as waste hardware printing, fax, telex typewriter, etc., which are mainly recycling, are prohibited from importing."

"It's not okay if you don't change your career." The fat boss shook his head, "I'm brave enough to turn to the underground and find channels to sell goods from Taiwan, but after all, I'm not a regular businessman, so I'm very accused."

"Let me tell you, don't look at the hot market now. In our country as big as a country, we can't even make a laser printer with independent core technology, and it all points to foreigners..."

Chen Qiaoshan felt helpless when complaining too much. He knew that if he wanted a completely domestic laser printer, he would have to wait another five years. Banning the import of second-hand printers would undoubtedly have a serious impact on Xinhua's copying industry chain. Chen Qiaoshan was a little curious. Faced with this dilemma, how did Xinhua people survive this.
Chapter completed!