"I'm not moving. I won't sell such an agreement."
"Me too! I didn't want to do that. It's just a walk to the bathroom. I'd love to! "
"Exactly! It's convenient to go to school and work here. Who would want to live in the suburbs?"
"Exactly! I have to go to Dongzhimen Hospital every day to get medicine for my mother. The medicine is still warm when I go home!"
Many people responded to his call. Their reluctance to part with each other and their love for their homeland diluted the joy of the impending demolition.
"Even if it's for the sake of the capital, it can't be built at the expense of the common people, right?"
"Exactly!"
The earth-shattering response formed a unified resistance alliance, blowing the horn to not fight against the black-hearted developers, and the only way to celebrate this was to eat and drink.
The neighbors didn't leave. Instead, they asked the returning couple to carry the vegetables and meat to Uncle Yang's yard.
Inside the clay figurine was a honeycomb briquette stove covered with iron sheets. Inside the stove, the pig trotters were being cooked in a large pot with sauce.
Two middle-aged women were working on the stove, one on the left and the other on the right.
Sliced cucumbers, freshly scooped Eight Treasure Pickles and Sesame Tofu, which was the favorite of old Beijing people. A drop of sesame oil was poured in the middle. It was perfect.
Liubi House's sweet garlic had a refreshing sweet and sour taste. The garlic skin had already been peeled off, and the young and old men in the room could help themselves to it.
The middle-aged woman, who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, had replaced the brick for Qin Guan. He had a seat next to Qin Guan.
It wasn't like a Western restaurant, where dishes were served in an orderly manner, or a Chinese banquet. In the most casual autumn, they were eating the warmest home-cooked dishes.
Cabbage stir-fried with dried chili peppers, braised pork that had just come out of the pot, vinegar shredded potatoes were a frequent addition to white rice, and seaweed and egg drop soup always had its favorite shrimp skin.
The food was as common as it could get, and the food was as common as it could get. With just a few shovels, everyone's big porcelain rice bowls were filled with the freshly baked staple food in the steamer.
The big steamed buns were chewy, and the white rice was stuck at the bottom. They were prepared for old people with bad teeth.
When a piece of boiling hot pork trotter that had just come out of the pot was dipped into the bowl of the little shop owner, who was engrossed in eating, with a round spoon that the auntie used to scoop up the food.
This young child had defected to his original camp in the real estate industry.
It was said that being a spy was very exciting. If he was the lubricant for both sides, he would have made a great contribution.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Qin Guan left Uncle Yang's yard and parted ways with the manager. They handed over the rent for that year, but they didn't mention anything else about the contract.
Next year would be a tough battle for them.
When they got home, Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan packed their luggage. They would return to New York after the National Day the next day.
All the calls for work were transferred to Sister Xue. He had to turn down all the offers for interviews and work in the industry, which were too short for him to stay in China.
If there was a must-do for tourists visiting the capital during the October National Day, it would be to wake up early and watch the national flag being raised during the seven days of the National Day.
Moreover, this project was half patriotic and half tourist, and it also included the most traditional way of watching in China.
Unlike foreign countries, which were used to precise timing, in Tiananmen Square, the raising and lowering of the national flag was determined according to the time of sunrise and sunset in the capital.
It was calculated by astronomers equivalent to the former Imperial Astronomer, the modern Beijing Astronomical Observatory.
Early in the morning, when the upper edge of the sun was at the same level as the horizon of Tiananmen Square, it was time to raise the flag. Since the date was different, the time to raise and lower the flag was naturally different.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had lived in the capital for many years. If they hadn't gone abroad, they wouldn't have felt nostalgic for the scenery.
But it was only when he lived abroad that he could feel what it meant to be reluctant to leave his homeland.
Therefore, the two people who were dragging their luggage could only watch the rising of the five-star red flag from the periphery of the crowd so that their journey wouldn't be affected by watching the flag.
It was only three or four o 'clock at night in Tiananmen Square, but the city's beauticians, sanitation workers, were already busy.
The members of their group always worked harder than the others. They woke up earlier and slept later.
When the nameless heroes left, the Tiananmen Public Security Bureau across the square contacted the surrounding police stations and started to work.
The senior policemen, who had been on duty for the whole night, handed the equipment that they had prepared in advance to the hands of the young people who had come to work early.
Outside the west gate of the National Museum and the east gate of the Great Hall of the People, there were many spectators. They had to make a long warning line in the distance of a few hundred meters.
It seemed like a long time, but in a trance, the most diligent travellers were ushered in. Under the guidance of several policemen, they lined up and entered Tiananmen Square, the most solemn square according to the requirements.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei arrived at the right time. The road leading to Tiananmen Square had been blocked by police cars.
The old residents all knew that during the National Day holiday, not only the roads here, but even the underground subway station did not stop during this period of time.
You can choose to come out from the previous gate and stroll towards the direction of the square. You can't cause an accident here because of the pressure of the crowd, right?
Before the sun rose, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei tried their best to cheer themselves up.
"Aiyo, this head is not bad. The Heavenly Court is full and round …"
How did you see it from the back of his head …?
"Heh, I've really seen it. It really has three spins …"
"One spins horizontally, two spins vertically, and three spins horizontally! Let's stay away from him!"
Don't be superstitious!
More and more people were gathering, and the noises were getting louder and louder. Even though they were surrounded by all kinds of noises, they felt at ease, hand in hand.
The closest viewing spot in the front row was filled with the figures of the elderly and children. Those who were in the prime of their lives were gathered in the middle and back of the large group.
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