Chapter 139 Going Home
After Zhao Shouyan came out, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, brushed his palm against his temples, tidied up his messy hair, raised one corner of his mouth, and waved the manuscript in his hand vigorously.

"Deming, get ready to sign the contract!"

When mentioning Shanghai, one will think of the foreign concessions and the bright lights and feasting.

When talking about the foreign land, we have to mention Nanjing Road, commonly known as the "big road" in Shanghai. From the Bund in the east, Nanjing East Road, Nanjing West Road to Jing'an Temple, it is almost exactly 4.8 kilometers. Along Nanjing Road, there are Hankou Road, Jiujiang Road, Tibet Road, etc.
These ten miles of prosperous and bustling foreign settlements were all leased by the old China, so they were called "foreign settlements".

Of course, it is now called the International Building Complex.
There are tall buildings lined up everywhere. Compared with Wangfujing in Beijing, the buildings are all European style, with Ionic columns, lobby domes, and arcades; the tops are either bell towers or Baroque domes.

The Commercial Printing Bureau is very close to Nanjing East Road. After signing the publishing contract for the "Rural Doctor's Handbook", Zhao Shouyan, in a good mood, took Wang Deming and wanted to take him to eat the most authentic Shanghai cuisine.

The two of them didn't take a car, but just strolled south from Qipan Street.

The trams on the road around me were "ding-dong" and passing by leisurely one after another, followed by cars moving slowly, and there were "ringing" bicycles and tricycles on both sides of the road, and of course the classic rickshaws.

As soon as I turned onto Nanjing East Road, I was greeted by the various huge, eye-catching fluorescent signs erected in the air on the buildings on both sides, arranged in an orderly manner.

Wing On Department Store, Sincere Department Store, Sun Sun Company, Dah Sing Department Store. Lao Jie Fu, Lao Feng Xiang, Heng Da Li, Zhang Xiao Quan, Shao Wan Sheng, Wang Kai
There is also a less eye-catching sign at the intersection of Zhejiang Road: the state-owned Shanghai Daily Necessities Company Store.

Zhao Shouyan pointed and introduced: "This is the first state-owned department store in our country, opened in 50."

"Oh," Wang Deming nodded. It turned out to be the First Department Store. He didn't expect it to be available so early.

Although it is not a holiday, the streets are still crowded with people, shopping with bags of all sizes and happy smiles on their faces. The government-owned daily necessities stores are especially crowded with people.

After passing Shandong Road, you will arrive at today’s destination. The main building is a 6-story shopping mall called “Continental Shopping Mall”.

Zhao Shouyan then introduced: "This Mainland Shopping Mall was funded by a Mainland bank, designed by our own designer Zhuang Jun, and built by our own domestic construction company."

The Lao Zhengxing Restaurant on the first floor.

"Fried river shrimp, whole duck with eight treasures, black sea cucumber with shrimp and roe, grass head circle, stir-fried eel paste, braised water chestnuts, and a pot of Shaoxing daughter red wine. Okay, these first."

As soon as Zhao Shouyan entered the door, he told the waiter the names of the dishes, and then took Wang Deming to find a seat for two.

The waiter brought a teapot and heated up both of their tableware.

"Thank goodness it's been liberated!" Zhao Shouyan continued to introduce Wang Deming while hanging his coat: "Deming, this six-story Continental Shopping Mall, do you know who owned the land before?"

Wang Deming shook his head.

Zhao Shouyan poured a cup of tea for himself and Wang Deming respectively, and exclaimed: "It's from the Jewish man Hardoon."

"We spent money to build a house in our own place, but we still have to pay rent to the Jews. How can we seek justice?"

"Finally, because of the Japanese invasion, after many twists and turns, the Continental Bank had to be sold to Hardoon at a loss of more than 50 taels of silver."

“Haha!” Wang Deming laughed and joked, “Brother Shouyan, these were the three mountains that had been weighing on our heads before. Feudalism, bureaucratic capitalism and imperialism joined forces to oppress us.”

"But, I remember that your family was a high-ranking bureaucrat in the Qing Dynasty."

"Well," Zhao Shouyan replied indifferently: The grandfathers of my two frontier officials also safeguarded the territorial integrity of the motherland."

"Back then, the British bribed my great grandfather, hoping that he would follow Li Hongzhang's example and sign a document to cede Tibet. My second grandfather, the three provinces of the Northeast, also supported a Northeast King. Although he was a good son, he didn't dare to say a word and ran back to the interior of the country."

"Don't mention it. One of my sisters even married into the Zhang family."

The food and drinks were soon served, and Wang Deming raised his glass and said, "Come on, Brother Shouyan, for the territorial integrity of our motherland!" "For the territorial integrity of our motherland!"

"Brother Shouyan, thank you for your great help today!"

"Deming, you are too polite! I won't dare drink with you anymore."

"OK."

After two rounds, the two of them ate and chatted, and Wang Deming asked a question that had been hidden for a long time: "Brother Shouyan, was your son born by Dr. Lin Qiaozhi of Union Hospital?"

After asking, he quickly apologized: "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation."

"It's okay!" Zhao Shouyan swallowed the food he picked up nonchalantly. "Chairman Zhang is familiar with my father and is a close elder to me. Besides, I am arguing for my own reasons."

"Are you asking if my family has a house in Beijing?"

"um, yes."

"We used to have a house in Dongzongbu Hutong. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, 3000 pieces of white cloth were sold to the government. Later, we bought a courtyard house in Shifangyuan. Now my two mothers live there with our son."

"Hey, my house is in Xiaojingchang, we are not far away. When Brother Shouyan returns to Beijing, please remember to inform me in advance so that I can visit you."

"it is good!"

"Hey, Deming, where is your second book?"

After separating from Zhao Shouyan and watching the rickshaw pulling him gradually fade into the night, Wang Deming couldn't help but sigh, it really is true that more friends mean more paths!

If I hadn't copied a novel and got to know Zhao Shouyan, I guess the "Rural Doctor's Handbook" would not have been published in Shanghai.

I really didn't expect that the living environment of traditional Chinese medicine would be so bad just after liberation.
Should it be called bad?

If it weren't for the fact that I was in the capital after the New Year, Chinese medicine bone setting would have been classified as a quack doctor;
If it weren't for the fact that although he passed the Ministry of Health's Traditional Chinese Medicine Qualification Examination with full marks, after obtaining the certificate, he was only a "medical assistant" instead of a "doctor."

What does it mean? As the name suggests, a doctor's assistant is someone who cannot practice medicine alone.
If not, Wang Deming found out that students from the Beijing Medical School in Shuiche Hutong will be issued a "medical certificate" upon graduation!
Hey, the right to speak is important!
No wonder I heard Shi Yigong say in my previous life that he wanted to be a cadre when he was studying at Tsinghua University!

If Wang Deming had not been holding his breath, he would not have volunteered to come to Shanghai when the old men from the Chinese Medicine Association were at a loss in Beijing about the publication of the "Handbook of Rural Doctors".

I hope that if I, like this little butterfly, flutter a few more times, I can have more impact.

Walking along Nanjing East Road at this time, when the lights are on, the fluorescent signs on the buildings on both sides of the street are flashing in colorful colors, which is eye-catching.

A song suddenly rang in Wang Deming's mind: "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps"

I was reminded of a famous saying from my previous life: How can there be such a thing as a peaceful life in this world? It’s just that someone is carrying the burden for you!

Standing on the bank of the Huangpu River, Wang Deming looked across the river, at the endless gray-black farmland, the blurry adobe houses and scattered points of light; then he turned to the north, wondering if the volunteer soldiers were fighting bravely.
Then he looked back at the glamorous Nanjing Road. This was protected by the blood they shed!

When I think of the damn Wang Kangnian that Zhao Shouyan mentioned to me today, who provided counterfeit and shoddy drugs to the volunteer soldiers in the Korean battlefield!
Wang Deming was very angry!
Damn it, why do you have the same surname as mine?

I will change my name when I return to Beijing. My surname is Yan and my given name is Wang!
MD, I hate bureaucracy, but I really love the PLA soldiers!

What should I do? What can I do?
(End of this chapter)