Siheyuan: Walking the Path of Qin Huairu

Although Fan Jinyou lacked political sensitivity, he was very good at winning people over. As for other employees of the hotel, the public-private partnership was a good thing for them. Their status was changed to formal state employees. As for who had the final say between the two managers, it had nothing to do with them. So no one stood up to speak for Feng Qing. After all, offending the public manager would not end well.

Some people even feel a little gloating when they see that the shopkeeper, who used to be high and mighty, is now working like them.

Feng Qing angrily threw the towel on his shoulders to the ground and turned away: "I won't serve you anymore, do whatever you want."

Fan Jinyou yelled from behind: "Feng Qing, if you leave, I will deduct half a month's salary from you."

It has to be said that Fan Jinyou is going further and further on the road to death.

At night, Feng Qing drank alone at home, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Before he knew it, he drank a little too much. Under the influence of alcohol, he lost his mind for a while and felt that life was meaningless. So he picked up a pen and wrote a suicide note.

The general meaning is: I feel sorry for the ancestors of the Feng family. The legacy left by the ancestors was passed down to me, but I lost it. I, Feng Qing, operated in accordance with the law, and I did not do anything that was against the will of heaven and earth in the old society. After the establishment of the new government, I actively responded to the government's call and was the first to implement public-private partnership. What did I do wrong to be treated like this? Fan Jinyou, you are a wicked and wicked person. I, Feng Qing, am so old, but I still have to endure your bullying! I will burn down the restaurant and make it impossible for you to be the manager. I will go to the underworld to ask your ancestors of the Fan family how they raised such an uneducated descendant like you.

After putting down his pen, he went to the restaurant with his bottle of wine, walked around in the restaurant with his eyes half drunk, and touched the old tables and chairs. He went into the kitchen again, and recalled the time when his father taught him cooking when he was a child. At that time, his father said to him, "You are the eldest son in the family. Sooner or later, this restaurant will be handed over to you. You must take good care of the family business and pass it down from generation to generation."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt sad and cried, "Dad, this restaurant is no longer ours. But I can't let Fan Jinyou get away with it."

After crying enough, Feng Qing poured the wine in the bottle onto the door and set it on fire. The door was made of wood and it caught fire in an instant. Feng Qing sat on the floor of the restaurant, waiting to perish with the restaurant.

Feng Qing’s eldest son, Feng Zhiyuan, saw that it was getting late and the lights were still on in the restaurant. He knew his father was in a bad mood and wanted to come over to talk to him. However, there was no one in the restaurant. He walked over to turn off the lights and saw the suicide note on the table.

After reading what was written, he was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He quickly called his family: "Mom, second son, go to the restaurant quickly. My father wants to burn it down."

When Feng Zhiyuan, his brother, sister, mother, and wife hurried to the restaurant, the wooden door was already on fire. The family shouted loudly: "Help, there is a fire! Come and put it out!"

Neighbors heard the shouts and got up from their beds, some carrying buckets of water, some carrying shovels. The shops facing the street were all connected to each other, and if the fire spread, the consequences would be disastrous.

So helping others put out fires is actually protecting your own home. Everyone is very proactive.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't see his father, so he thought his father was in the restaurant. He shouted a few times, but got no response. He made a quick decision, ran to the nearest family, borrowed a quilt, and soaked it with water.

With a wet quilt on his head, he pushed open the burning door and rushed into the house.

With the light of the fire, he found Feng Qing lying on the ground. Fortunately, the fire had not yet reached here. He did not have time to think, he carried his father on his shoulders, hugged his father's legs with one hand, and held the wet quilt with the other hand, and rushed out of the restaurant again under the cover of the quilt. The family quickly surrounded him.

Seeing Feng Qing unconscious, Feng's mother burst into tears: "Old man, what's wrong with you? Wake up."

Feng Qing was actually fine, he just drank too much and inhaled a lot of poisonous smoke, so he was groggy. Feng's mother slapped and pinched his Ren Zhong for a long time, and he finally woke up slowly.

After waking up, Feng Qing burst into tears. Under the influence of alcohol, he cried and cursed Fan Jinyou, saying that he had no anus when giving birth to a child, and cursed him to be hit by a car when he went out, or to choke to death when drinking water.

Seeing that the man was fine, Feng Zhiyuan finally felt relieved. If anything happened to his father, he would also be held responsible, as he was the one who advocated the public-private partnership in the first place.

After the fire was completely put out, the neighbors who came to help said goodbye and went home to rest. Feng Zhiyuan also went home with his family.

After all this, Feng Qing became more sober. Feng's mother cried and said, "Old man, what happened? Why are you so depressed?"

Feng Qing had no choice but to tell his family the whole story. He was also terrified at this time, as he almost lost his life.

After hearing this, Feng Zhiyuan blamed himself for being too careless and not considering his father's feelings. Now the front of the restaurant has been burned. This matter can be a big deal or a small deal. At the smallest, it is just an accidental fire. At the biggest, it is destroying the public-private partnership and going against the government.

The Feng family could never bear this crime. Feng Zhiyuan worked in the government and had seen the world. He told his family what to do the next day to cover up the matter.

The next morning, Feng Zhiyuan came to the subdistrict office. His hair was partially singed by the fire yesterday, and he didn't trim it. There were several holes in his pants, and he didn't change his pants. He went to see Director Li in such a dusty and dirty way.

Director Li was shocked when he saw Feng Zhiyuan's appearance: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Zhiyuan lowered his head and said, "The Sihai Restaurant caught fire last night?"

Director Li became anxious when he heard this and asked hurriedly, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

He complained bitterly, "Director, my father absolutely supports the country's policies, otherwise we would not be the first to implement public-private partnership. But the public manager Fan Jinyou suppressed my father like a local capitalist, making my father, a private manager, serve dishes and pour water, and even go to the kitchen to light the fire, while he himself accompanied the guests to eat and drink, and sometimes gave free food and wine to acquaintances. This made the surrounding owners see it, who would be willing to cooperate with the public-private partnership? Fan Jinyou's behavior seriously hindered the smooth progress of the public-private partnership."

Director Li: "Is what you said true?"

Feng Zhiyuan: "Of course it is true. The restaurant staff and customers can prove it."

Then he exaggerated what Fan Jinyou had done in the past few days. Director Wang slapped the table and said, "Fan Jinyou is really not good at doing anything, but is always causing trouble."

Feng Zhiyuan continued, "Last night, my father drank a little and thought about the unfair treatment he had suffered these days. He left a suicide note, saying that he wanted to die with the hotel. Fortunately, I found him in time and saved him. If my father had died, all the remaining private owners would have rejected public-private partnerships."