Just after making the last call to Hankou, there was a sudden noise outside the office door.
Before Zhao Chuanxin could say anything, Zhao Xilong, who had just been promoted to the office, dragged his fat body and trotted out to check the situation.
There was something special about this person. Many people that day either remained silent or stood behind Lin Guijun and colluded with him. When Yu Baotou was in trouble, he gave Yu Baotou a wink, and Yu Baotou "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light."
Of course, the choice of Yu Bituou was insignificant to Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Xilong's calmness and vision caught Zhao Chuanxin's eye, and he was promoted to the official office to wait for orders.
Zhao Xilong’s low and penetrating scolding came from outside.
Zhao Chuanxin did not wear a green shirt today. His upper body was a French dark brown twill canvas work suit. There were no wrinkles or any complicated designs. It focused on simplicity. There were three pockets on the chest and hem, which contained his cigars. and cigarettes and matches.
Wearing a pair of overalls on his legs and a pair of work boots, his style is very much that of the Bureau of Mines.
He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, leaning back on the chair, thinking about the location of the upcoming battle, and didn't pay much attention to the movement outside.
When Zhao Xilong came back, he told him, "Mr. Zhao, Lin Guijun's family was making a fuss outside and brought a newspaper writer with them, threatening to expose Mr. Zhao's disregard for human life to the public."
< p>Zhao Chuanxin's eyes moved and he got up and went out.The sky was sunny yesterday, but today it is covered with dark clouds, and it is even drizzling with a slanting wind.
A group of people were bathing in the wind and rain, which seemed even more tragic.
Among the visitors, there was an old lady with pale and sparse hair, and her forehead was exposed because of her forehead trimming.
Behind her was a middle-aged woman supporting her, who should be Lin Guijun's wife.
In addition, there is a little girl, timidly exposing half of her head behind the woman.
These three men, wearing sackcloth and mourning, are like the sharp edges of arrows, standing at the front.
There are many men and women outside, I don’t know if they are neighbors or what.
One of them, a thin man with a cigarette on his fingers and a numb neck, and a middle-aged man wearing myopia glasses, were closest to them.
Zhao Xilong opened his umbrella and had to hold it high to cover Zhao Chuanxin from the rain.
Zhao Chuanxin stepped into the rain curtain, glanced confusedly, took a puff of cigarette and asked, "What's the fuss about?"
The old lady at the front started to howl at the top of her voice. My son, you died miserably."
Zhao Chuanxin frowned and saw a fat pig tied up in the yard.
He came to the pig, leaned over and patted the pig's head, "Don't worry, big fat, today, I will definitely arrange everything for you from head to toe."
The fat pig is a little bit Recoiling uneasily.
Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and suddenly took out his Miao knife.
The blade broke through the rain curtain and chopped the wind.
Shua
The knife falls, the pigHead off.
Pig blood spattered and fell into the courtyard, mixing with the rainwater.
This requires a lot of strength to do.
Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth, holding a Miao knife, and said to Zhao Xilong who rushed over to hold an umbrella, "Go and tell the chef to get rid of this fat pig. The fat intestines must be washed clean, and don't be stingy with the salt. After scrubbing carefully, I found something a little dirty and killed the cook and his family."
A group of people in the yard retreated in unison.
It’s not like I haven’t seen pig killing before.
But Zhao Chuanxin killed the pig so neatly without changing his expression, and even threatened to kill the cook and his family if he couldn't get it clean.
The murderous look made everyone shudder.
The old woman didn't dare to cry anymore, and the little girl was so scared that she hid behind her mother.
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin seemed to suddenly remember the people in front of him, turned around and said in confusion, "By the way, what are you doing?"
The old woman was silent.
The neighbors, relatives and friends who came to support the scene did not dare to argue.
With one strike, the noisy and chaotic scene was stopped.
The thin man, who was as thin as a hemp pole, came forward with a shake, held up his melon skin hat and said, "I am the local Zhengbai Banner of Luanzhou."
Before he finished speaking, Seeing Zhao Chuanxin stroking back his thick hair, "What flag"
"Zhengbai flag"
Zhao Chuanxin carried the Miao knife and came to the thin man, "I Let me give you a suggestion. Have you seen this knife? If you take the initiative to wipe it on your neck, believe me, you will save yourself a few years of detours."
"Why, why, why?" Shoumagan looked at it. Bloody Blade asked nervously.
"You fucking smoke, you won't live for a few more years, how about you just hit the road early?" Zhao Chuanxin stared at the other party with pity.
Shou Ma Gan’s body was already empty, and now he didn’t even have the courage to look Zhao Chuanxin in the eye. He was so frightened that he lowered his head and didn’t dare to help.
Zhao Chuanxin spat on the worn toe of the skinny toe, pulled him up, came to the so-called newspaper writer wearing glasses, and looked straight at him. Staring at him seductively.
The chief writer of the newspaper was stared at.
But Zhao Chuanxin still didn’t speak.
The chief writer of the newspaper sneered dryly, "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, is it possible that I have rice grains on my face? Why are you staring at me?"
Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "You fucking cane?" Why did you ask even though you knew there was a grain of rice on your face?"
The newspaper editor scratched at his face in astonishment, and there was actually a grain of rice stuck to it.
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Zhao Chuanxin handed the Miao Dao to Zhao Xilong. Zhao Xilong picked it up. It was very heavy and easy to get rid of.
Zhao Chuanxin came to the little girl hiding behind her mother and asked her, "Girl, what is your name?"
The little girl timidly raised her head and just discovered this The person is very cruel, but at this moment, he has an inexplicable and friendly temperament, which is very...eccentric.
Old Zhao has an innate magical ability, and all children feel kind to him.
"My name is Lin Lingyu." The little girl's eyes are quite big, showing the aura of a southerner.
Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while, "The sky is dark, the sky is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods. You see, your name is very suitable for the occasion."
It is not raining at this time. Well, neither cold nor hot nor impatient, as if the gods intended it.
The little girl and her mother were a little nervous, and wanted to hide their daughter behind her back, far away from this fierce look, but she didn't dare to move rashly, so she stood frozen on the spot for a while.
The original thought of having fun and rolling around was suppressed after Zhao Chuanxin chopped off the pig's head with a knife.
The little girl was still very confused and didn’t know why she came here today. Her fear of Zhao Chuanxin was slightly reduced and she smiled slightly. She said with crooked eyebrows, "My dad believes in Jesus. He He also gave me the nickname Angel."
The nickname Angel is not strange at all in this era. In fact, it is not unusual in the 21st century, because some people still call An Zhula despicable.
The girl’s mother seemed to be touched and began to wipe her tears, but she did not dare to cry loudly.
Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "Do you know what a real angel looks like?"
"I don't know." Lin Lingyu shook his head, his braid swaying in the rain.
"The true appearance of an angel is that it has eyes all over its body and a pair of feather wings hanging from its back. Imagine it."
Lin Lingyu's eyes widened, "Wow, Horrible, then I will never call you an angel again."
Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette ashes and said, "Okay, big eyes."
Lin Lingyu""
She burst out laughing.
With an innocent smile, the frozen atmosphere relaxed.
Suddenly a bag appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's hand. He shook it and there was a rattling sound inside.
Hand the bag to the little girl, who takes it with difficulty.
Just as she was about to open it, Zhao Chuanxin took out a candy ball and stuffed it into her mouth.
You can’t open it now, as it will easily attract attention.
Zhao Xilong over there can see it clearly.
Lin Lingyu’s eyes lit up.
Zhao Chuanxin took out two more oil paper bags, which were filled with local special chess piece sesame cakes. They were tied with a rope and placed on Lin Lingyu's slender shoulders. "These sesame cakes are so sweet and tight, Cixi." The old man has eaten it, and it’s enough for you to eat for several days.”
Lin Lingyu thought it was too heavy at first, but when he heard it, he smiled and became more energetic.
But whether it was the big smoker with the white flag, the newspaper writer, or someone who had heard of Zhao Chuanxin’s name, after being reminded intentionally or unintentionally, it was only then that he remembered that the person in front of him had bombarded him. Forbidden City.
Ruthless people who don’t even care about Cixi will care whether they come to make trouble
Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt into the rain curtain, turned to the neighbors, relatives and friends, "What the hell, you guys alsoI want to eat spicy chess piece sesame pancakes from the one next door, but there are no sesame seed pancakes. The peanuts have just been taken out from the weapons warehouse, and they smell of rust-proof oil. Do you want to try them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar. , hurriedly ran out.
They were all gone in an instant.
When Lin Lingyu and her grandmother saw this, they didn’t dare to act any more. Besides, they knew the bag. There was money inside.
So he picked up Lin Lingyu and the money bag and trotted unsteadily in the rain.
It was hard to believe that he could run with his little feet. So neat.
On her mother's back, Lin Lingyu made a face at Zhao Chuanxin.
This. At this time, Zhou Xuexi, who had heard the news, hurried out and said, "Where are the troublemakers in Lin Guijun's family?"
Zhao Xilong smiled bitterly, "General Manager Zhou, all the people have escaped."
He was articulate and his voice was magnetic. , told the story again.
Zhou Xuexi slapped his thigh, "Uncle, I still have a way to give him a slap in the face. It is the king's way to give him kindness and power."
"The king is not king, I don't know. But as a qualified outsider, my uncle must teach you that if you don’t quickly find someone to clean up this fat pig, it will cover its chest. "Zhao Chuanxin said, looking at the fat pig whose head and body were separated.
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So a group of people got busy in the rain.
Zhao Chuanxin ordered: “Remember to wash the fat intestines. "
Zhao Xilong hesitated and asked, "Mr. Zhao, are you going to kill the cook and his whole family if you can't clean it thoroughly?"
"Zhuo, you are really inhumane. You have the nerve to say this if you are so cold-blooded. exit. "
""Zhao Xilong even wondered if he had heard wrongly.
Zhao Chuanxin added, "Remember to save some tenderloin and some plum meat." ”
The chefs of the Mining Bureau are also very talented.
Like the local chefs in Luanzhou, who are masters of Cantonese cuisine and who have served Cixi’s family portrait banquet? Li Hongzhang would rave about Tianjin Wei dumplings every time he tasted them. The chef of the Mining Bureau was Yuan Datou, who said that he conquered Yuan Datou's taste buds with a elbow in Tianjin Wei.
Zhao Chuan. When Xin came to the kitchen and said he wanted to prepare two dishes with his own hands, the chef said he was aggrieved, "Mr. Zhao, you can't trust me, so there's no need for you to do it."
"A few handfuls less" nonsense. "Zhao Chuanxin took off his work clothes, and the muscles in his arms stretched out his short T-shirt. "When Zhu Chongba was a monk, he ate the pot-roasted pork and flavored pork I made, and two of his back molars were stuck. I have no words to praise, it’s our taste outside the customs, it’s authentic.”
The cook was shocked.
I was blanching, but I never expected that the king of porcelain in the cooking world would have to be Mr. Zhao. Even Zhu Yuanzhang has become an outsider, right?
Ask the cook to help him, and Zhao Chuanxin starts the operation.
As soon as the expert knows whether he has cooking skills or not. p>A good cook prepares the ingredients first.
Zhao Chuanxin prepares the sauce first and cuts the meat.Marinate and marinate, shred the ginger, cut the green onion into sections, and cut the pepper into small pieces
As for the knife skills, the cook couldn't fault him at all. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Yes, a capable person can do anything. Mr. Zhao, you can do anything." It’s a bad situation.”
Although he couldn’t understand it at the moment, he still stared at it, blatantly trying to learn from his teacher.
He also asked "What kind of powder is this powder?"
"Five-spice powder."
"What are the five-spice powder?"
"Sichuan peppercorns, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, fennel seeds, dried ginger, cardamom, licorice, pepper, tangerine peel"
The cook's brain capacity was not enough, and he said in confusion, "Isn't it five-spice? There must be thirteen." It smells good.”
Zhao Chuanxin said, “Oh, then you can call it Thirteen Fragrances. Remember, it’s Zhao Chuanxin Thirteen Fragrances.”
He said to Laowang. Move your head back a little.
Wrap it in flour, fry it in a wide frying pan, and fry it repeatedly.
The cook asked again, "Is it fried repeatedly to make it crispy and non-sticky?"
For the same frying, Zhao Chuanxin used two kinds of meat, one is fat and thin plum meat. , one is the whole lean tenderloin.
The plum meat is made into flavored meat, and the tenderloin is made into pot-wrapped pork.
After it was out of the pot, Zhao Chuanxin took a piece of each and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Well, not bad."
The cook couldn't wait to try it, his eyes lit up, "It's interesting. Mr. Zhao has a big mouth and eats everywhere. These two dishes are the only ones I've seen in my life. Isn't that right?" "Created by Mr. Zhao"
In fact, he may not really like it, the key is to support this person.
"Haha, except for the hardship and the loss, I will eat everything else." Zhao Chuanxin loaded the plates separately and walked out with them.
Some ethnic groups only eat cattle and sheep, and people who eat pork will say that they are smelly; people who eat pork, and people who eat cattle and sheep will say that they are smelly.
Zhao Chuanxin ate a lot, and he didn’t know whether his body was smelly or smelly.
The cook shouted from behind, "Mr. Zhao, what are these two dishes called?"
Zhao Chuanxin wanted to keep them for himself, so he called them Zhao Chuanxin Guobaorou and Zhao Chuanxin. It tasted like meat, but later I felt it was indecent, as if I was scolding myself.
"The meat is wrapped in a pot, and the meat is delicious."
In the end, I gave up.
Brought to the restaurant, Zhou Xuexi was chatting with Zhao Xilong and others, and there was only a plate of peanuts in front of him.
Zhou Xuexi actually bought peanuts with the money given by Zhao Chuanxin.
When the pot-roasted meat and flavored meat were served, Zhao Chuanxin sat down and said, "Come on, come on, come and eat while it's hot, one piece for each person."
Everyone else was reserved, except Zhou Xuexi He and Zhao Xilong are two smart people who are not polite.
Chinese people pay a lot of attention to their etiquette. There are rules for what to eat, where to sit, and where to sit. Guests and hosts have their own rules.
But Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong have already understood Zhao Chuanxin thoroughly. As long as they don't offend, they don't have to be polite, and they have to be different when dealing with strange people.
Sure enough, they tasted it without any courtesy, ZhaoIt makes me happy to pass on the salary.
"Sour and sweet"
"Crisp, salty and sweet, with rich layers."
Others saw it and tried it too.
The two plates of meat were all gone in the blink of an eye.
The last manager of Kao Gongfang wanted to pick up the last two pieces on the plate, but Zhao Chuanxin took off his chopsticks first and took them away. "It's nothing. Nothing can be eaten as hot as it is."
The man grabbed his chopsticks and took them back angrily. Seeing that others were eating delicious food, he felt very regretful.
Zhao Chuanxin got closer to everyone with just two dishes.
Laughing and scolding, there is no trace of the airs of the superior.
Zhao Chuanxin found that some management in Guangdong were incompatible with everyone.
This was the sequelae of Zhao Chuanxin killing Lin Guijun, and they were somewhat isolated.
Others thought that Zhao Chuanxin had a problem with this group.
In fact, Zhao Chuanxin just doesn’t want to see the Mining Bureau become bigger and have to divide into factions and fight with each other. In addition, Lin Guijun looked at the dishes and thought that he was easier to bully than foreigners. In fact, he lit a lantern in the toilet to seek death.
It has nothing to do with them.
On the contrary, coastal cities are first-come-first-served and are the first to understand the world. They are really efficient in this era.
Zhao Chuanxin saw a piano in the corner, so he called to the Guangdong managers, "You guys go and move the piano over here."
They were eager to show off. Hurry and do it.
Zhao Chuanxin opened the small stove to make the hotpot meat and flavored meat first, and the rest of the dishes had to wait, so Zhao Chuanxin sat in front of the piano and decided to work hard to eliminate the fears of these people.
He deliberately asked, "Who here can understand Cantonese."
After looking at each other, he hesitantly raised a third of his hands.
For the rest, perhaps they were worried that Zhao Chuanxin would have to settle accounts in the future and did not dare to follow suit.
Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out his pencil, began to audition, and wrote 45671234567123 on the keys
Some people who know Western music only felt a wave of scalp hair after reading this. numb.
Good guy, this is the first time I see someone sharpening his weapon in battle.
Zhao Chuanxin smiled awkwardly, "I'm not familiar with him yet, so I just laugh at him."
Everyone really laughed.
And Zhou Xuexi and Zhao Xilong were confused, what was Zhao Chuanxin going to do?
Zhao Chuanxin said awkwardly, and at the same time said, "How many things have gone through on those green roads?" The vicissitudes of life are also recorded on those old faces, looking back at the wind and frost. Last night in front of the door in a foreign land, I lamented that the sunset and sunrise have never changed. At this moment, when I look at my father's smile, I don't know. Unconsciously speechless, letting the sunset and twilight fill my eyes with tears."
The Cantonese version of "The Earth" was slowly sung by Zhao Chuanxin with his neck raised.
The lyrics are simple, but there is a simple and sincere emotion in the simplicity.
ExceptThere are many loopholes in the piano playing, and everything is perfect.
Some of the management in Guangdong cried after hearing this.
Just like the lyrics, they left their hometown, and the sunrise and sunset passed year after year. After many hardships, they are now frightened, leaving only sighs and sighs.
Zhao Chuanxin sang with great emotion. At first, his fingers could accurately feel the context of the piano keys, but later he couldn't press the keys at all.
But that doesn’t stop him from making waves in people’s emotions.
After the song ended, there was applause and someone whistled.
"Well done, Mr. Zhao."
"Mr. Zhao sang to my heart."
"I feel homesick"
Zhao Chuanxin cupped his hands in all directions, "All the folks and friends from Guangdong left their hometowns and made indelible contributions to the Kaiping Coal Mine. Although Zhao saw it, he did not appreciate it."
Zhao Xilong He was clever, guessing some of his intentions, and quickly said, "Mr. Zhao, why is this?"
Zhao Chuanxin really wanted to give this clever guy a thumbs up.
He said, "Why, because the Kaiping Mine didn't belong to me, nor did the money I earned, of course I don't appreciate it."
Everyone laughed.
Zhao Chuanxin solemnly looked on his face, "But from now on, this mine will be named Zhao. Everyone will work together and make money together."
Everyone cheered
< p>I blanch it, Zhou Xuexi was dumbfounded.Two dishes, one song, and a few words can eliminate the gap between management and narrow the distance between the superiors and the workers.
From now on, no one will say that my uncle is a brainless and reckless man. Zhou Xuexi will be the first to stop.
After a few noisy jokes, a follower came to whisper a few words to Zhou Xuexi, who frowned and muttered in Zhao Chuanxin's ear.
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