Qingjing City Talk

During the Qing Dynasty, Qianmen Street was bustling with fireworks, with restaurants, tea shops, shops, shops, and cars and horses flowing day and night. Shen Zhiheng was born in a humble old restaurant. The door is not big, but it welcomes and greets people from all walks of life every day; the fire in the stove is not high, but it can illuminate the warmth and warmth of people's hearts. He originally thought that opening a restaurant was just about buying food, cooking, welcoming guests, and settling accounts. Only later did I realize that there are rules in a bowl of soup, human kindness in a table, business secrets hidden behind a signboard, and gossip on the street can overwhelm a store. When peers compete, it's not just customers they compete with. When neighbors come and go, it's not just food money that goes back and forth. Vegetable farmers, porters, scholars, vendors, servants, stewards, purchasers from the royal palace, visitors from the eight major alleys, old people from the wharf boat gang... Countless people passed by Zhang Ji's door, and slowly brought the livelihood, dignity, grievances, and desires of the entire Qing capital into this small restaurant. Shen Zhiheng does not rely on power to suppress others, nor does he rely on brute force to break situations. He gradually gained a foothold in the Qianmen market with a clear account, a few words of caution, and a set of rules that allowed people to enter with peace of mind. Starting from a cart of vegetables, a credit card, and a menu paper, it spreads layer by layer to the banquet surface, business routes, official relations, and human connections. The door of Zhangji Restaurant is not big. But inside and outside the door lies half of the Qing capital. This is a long story about the fireworks of old Beijing, human relationships and business practices, and the market structure. Food has its own value, and people's hearts have their own scales. The markets of Qingjing are all within one seat.