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Chapter 105: Hardworking Young Man; Thompson (1w, please subscribe!)
Don’t be afraid of hardship; don’t be afraid of being hungry; don’t be afraid of being tired!
For the poor, these are not problems. What they are afraid of is that they have no hope in life. When they look down, it will be dark, and when they look up, it will still be dark. How can they live their lives like this?
A few months ago, after Xu Dali and Ding San successfully obtained jobs at Lipa at Fengyu Wharf, they started moving goods as soon as they opened their eyes every day. They took care of one meal a day, a steamed bun and a bowl of egg soup. After eating, we continued to move the goods.

Working for more than ten hours a day, I was so tired that it hurt to breathe.

When I returned to the work shed at night, I was crowded on a kang with dozens of people. The smell of feet, sour sweat, bad breath, plus the smell of someone’s farts, mixed together, was comparable to a biological and chemical weapon!

That's it, a bunch of Liba fell asleep after being tired for a day and not having enough to eat, and no one cared about the taste.

But the constant snoring is more annoying than thunder. People who are light sleepers cannot fall asleep in this environment.

Just like Xu Dali, he slept here and there since he was a child, and it was difficult to live under the shelter of others. At a young age, he was accustomed to living by watching people's movements, which caused him to sleep very lightly, and would wake up at the slightest disturbance.

Such a person is simply tortured in such an environment. His body is obviously exhausted to the extreme, but he just can't fall asleep, or he is woken up as soon as he falls asleep.

Ding San is different. Although everyone is equally tired and hungry, he can sleep because he has been sleeping in the cowshed since he was a child, sleeping with pigs and cows. The smell and sound are incomparable. How much better it is now, I have long been used to it, so I can naturally sleep.

Needless to say, he slept soundly because he was too tired during the day.

Of course, if that's all, there's nothing intolerable. As long as the money is enough, what hardship can't be endured?
After working for several months, the two of them only saved less than 100 copper coins. What is this enough for?It was gone in just a few meals.

On this day, Xu Dali, who should have kept calm the most, couldn't help it anymore and threw a bag of goods on the ground. Fortunately, they were at a corner and no foreman saw him, otherwise he would have been whipped if he went up.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" In order to earn more, Ding San always bought two big bags.

"What's wrong? Ding San, don't you think you've lost your way this day?" Xu Dali is still a child after all. He originally came to the Magic City with a lot of passion, but reality turned him into a scum.

Ding San also threw the goods to the ground:

"Isn't that right? But what can we do if we don't do this? At least there is a place to sleep here and a meal. If you are hungry, brother, let's have some luxury and go out for a bowl of Yangchun noodles after work?"

For them, a bowl of Yangchun noodles is a luxury. Nowadays, the Yangchun noodles sold at street stalls outside cost fifteen or six copper coins per bowl, and they are still meatless. If you add meat, it costs more than 20 copper coins, which is a luxury for two people. , months of efforts were in vain.

"Forget it, the last time we had that meal, my teeth hurt just thinking about it."

"Oh~ but the smell is so delicious, especially the big piece of fat meat, it tastes so delicious even in my dreams!"

"Brother, I'm sorry. I originally took you to the magic city to make a lot of money, but in the end..." Xu Dali looked ashamed.

"Brother Li, why are you talking about this? Anyway, as long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything~"

"Good brother!" Xu Dali patted Ding San hard on the shoulder.

"Brother Li, shall we do it?"

Xu Dali gritted his teeth:

"No more, we can't do this job. Let's go to Renhe Pier."

Of course Ding San has no objection:
"Okay! Let's go then, I've had enough of this bad life!"

When they saw that no one was around and they didn't care about the sacks on the ground, they ran away.

After running a few steps, they heard someone telling them to stop. It was a joke. If they stopped, they would be dead. The two of them ignored it and rushed out of the pier with the same momentum as when they peeked at the widow bathing in the village and was chased by the dog. Entering the crowd.

There are people coming and going here, and it’s difficult to catch someone once you’re in the crowd.

Besides, there is no need to arrest two young boys.

Xu Dali and Ding San didn't know that no one was chasing them, so they just ran away, wherever they went.

By the time they ran out of energy, people were confused. They were surrounded by small western-style buildings, handsome policemen wearing big caps, and the tinkling tram bells. It seemed like it was another world. .

When they arrived in Shanghai a few months ago, the two of them didn't turn around at all. They plunged into the pier, sneaked out in the middle, and ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles at a roadside stall in the neighborhood near the pier. They were everywhere else. Never been.

The scene in front of us seemed to be the beautiful and modern Great Magic City described by fellow villagers.

The two of them were dumbfounded, or they may have run out of energy. They stood there, watching people coming and going, and the traffic passing by, motionless, without even blinking.

It wasn't until a modern girl in a brown dress and high heels swayed past their eyes that they remembered that they were still breathing.

"So beautiful~" Ding San said with a silly smile.

After all, Xu Dali was someone who had seen the widow take a bath. He thought he had seen the world. He looked away after being infatuated for a while, turned around and slapped Ding Sanyi:

"Don't look at it, or let people misunderstand us as hooligans."

Ding San reluctantly moved his eyes away to love you, wiped his saliva in a hopeless manner, and said with a naive smile:
"It turns out that all the girls in Magic City are so beautiful, as white as lotus roots."

"You're pretty good at describing it~" Xu Dali chuckled.

"Hey, I heard it from the scholar in the village."

"Awesome!" Xu Dali gave a thumbs up to his brother, and then looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. After a few months of darkness, he could finally breathe fresh and feel comfortable again.

"Let's go, let's buy two shaobing mats, and then find a way to get to Renhe Pier!"

"Hey! I just love eating sesame cakes!" Ding San showed a cute smile.

In fact, the price of goods in the Magic City is already in the glide stage before taking off. Prices of all walks of life, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, are rising everywhere.

Take renting as an example. More than ten years ago, the monthly rent for a wing room was 7 silver dollars. At that time, workers at a large flour mill in Shanghai only earned 7 to 10 yuan a month. A slightly more powerful management team The salary can reach 80 yuan.

Of course, the rent depends mainly on the location and period. In areas outside the public concessions, the rent is not expensive. For example, the monthly rent of a house in the HK district may only be 3 to 4 yuan.

But now the rent has almost doubled compared to more than ten years ago, and a pavilion costs twelve or three silver dollars. Moreover, as soon as the rental advertisement is posted, the house is often rented out before the glue is dry.

What is a pavilion room? It can be said to be a special feature of the Magic City, and it is also the worst room in the Shikumen house.

It is located in the space above the stove room and under the balcony, with a height of about two meters and an area of ​​six to seven square meters. It faces the north and is mostly used for storing sundries or housing servants.

But there are also many young people who come to Shanghai to make a living, and they often seek shelter in this kind of house first, including many scholars and writers. Later, a new term was coined called "literati in the pavilion".

The small space is "cool in winter and warm in summer". It's okay to stay there for a while, but it's really unbearable to live there for many years.

Almost all pavilions face north, so it is hot and muggy in summer and extremely cold in winter.

In such a difficult environment, the "second landlord phenomenon" has become prevalent. Pavilions are often rented out by the second landlord to some cash-strapped tenants, thus forming a unique "pavilion culture".

Living here, if you kill a chicken in the kitchen, you can hear the crow no matter where you hide.

When fish is cooked in the kitchen, you can smell the fishy smell. When a fire is lit in the kitchen, you can see wisps of green smoke rising from the cracks in the floor...

In fact, some writers and literati who specialize in writing can generally earn a decent income. Writers who are a little outstanding can earn 100 to 200 yuan in royalties every month.

At this time, the monthly income of a skilled worker was about 30 to 40 yuan, which was enough to support a family of five.

As for the ordinary writers who are not famous and are new to the country, their monthly income from manuscript fees is only 30, [-] yuan, which is only enough for one month's living expenses in Shanghai. They can be described as standard "literati in the pavilion".

This salary is similar to the monthly salary of ordinary workers, generally around 20 yuan. If the family’s monthly income exceeds 50 yuan, it will basically reach the level of well-off society;
If a family's monthly income is one to two hundred yuan, they are considered middle class.

Such families often live in concessions and rent a better floor for about fifteen or sixty yuan a month, or 20 yuan for a larger one.

If you want to save a little more, rent a small one. Fifteen or six yuan is enough. The rooms are separated by curtains. One is a bedroom and the other is a study. Even so, the monthly living expenses for a family of three are about 50 yuan. , which is still relatively tight.

But there is nothing you can do to save money.

Of course, this shortage is only for those with good living conditions, but compared with the people in areas outside the Magic City, it is already very good.

Even the poor families mentioned above can still eat meat (meat, fish, eggs, seafood, etc.) four times a month, usually on the second, eighth, sixteenth and 23rd of each month. These days are called " As meat.”

On other days, vegetables and soy products are used as meals.

No matter how bad it is, there will only be meat dishes once a month.

If guests come, that's a different matter. According to the custom here in the Magic City, if guests come to your home, they must mainly eat meat dishes. "There is no meal without meat", and vegetables are side dishes.

As for the coolies who pulled rickshaws, they generally could only eat vegetables, tofu, salted fish, etc. This was considered "extremely cheap and poor" food at the time, but at least they could eat it and be eighty percent full. , which is pretty good.

Just like a children's song: "When we are hungry, we immediately pick up the chopsticks and run to the kitchen to see what side dishes are available, and it is stir-fried tofu with green vegetables. How can I come to eat?"

Rice is a luxury product, and not everyone can afford it. It is already a luxury for any family to be able to drink rice porridge every day.

But it’s not okay not to eat, you can only eat less. Therefore, rice is the main expenditure of low-income families and cannot be saved.

Therefore, as long as the price of rice rises, those ordinary people will inevitably shake their heads and sigh, saying that their lives cannot go on, but for high-income earners, this fluctuation is nothing at all.

Back to the sesame cakes, Xu Dali and Ding San gritted their teeth and spent ten copper coins. Each of them got a piece of sesame cake, which was about the size of a palm. It tasted crispy and fragrant. After eating one, they wanted to eat the second one.

But they don't have money to buy a second one, so they can just eat a cushion, and at least their stomachs won't growl.

After eating the sesame cakes, the two of them didn't mind being dirty. They filled their hands with oil and water, making them cleaner than washing them with dish soap.

Ding San was lucky. He licked a sesame seed from between his teeth. When his teeth touched it up and down, it was fragrant for a while.

After eating a full meal, he licked his face and borrowed some water from a shop. Xu Dali regained some energy and his mind started to work.

"Brother, I thought about it for a while. Rather than working as a coolie at the dock, wouldn't it be better if I could work as a waiter in a restaurant? Not to mention how much money I make, working in a restaurant will definitely not be short of food and drink."

Ding San’s eyes lit up:
"Brother Li, you are still smart, but aren't we going for Master Zhu San? How can we meet him if we don't go to Renhe Pier?"

"Didn't you hear what people said? Young Master Zhu San has a lot of properties. He opened the most famous hotel building in Shanghai."

Ding San immediately asked:
"So let's go to Louwailou?"

"Yes! Just go to the building outside the building!"

"But what should we do if they don't want us? Then kneel down and beg, shamelessly!"

Ding Sanyi gritted his teeth:

"Okay, it's all Brother Hearing's fault!"

They didn't know where the building outside the building was, but Xu Dali was smart enough to chat with the rickshaw driver and get the needed information in a short while.

Knowing that the building outside the building was not too far from where they were, they might as well go there on their legs. Since they had food in their stomachs, they wouldn't be afraid of fainting from hunger on the way.

After walking for about half an hour, they finally came into view of the extraordinary building outside the building.

"Dear me, isn't this building too big?"

Xu Dali was also full of surprise. When he thought that he could work in such a place, he felt very excited.

"How about calling it Louwailou?"

"Tsk~ Brother, look, that girl is too handsome, isn't she? She's wearing quite cool clothes."

Ding San pointed at a young lady who was escorting distinguished guests out.

"Don't look at it now. You have some potential. We will be the ones working here in the future. Don't be embarrassed!"

"Hey! I know~"

Xu Dali cleared his throat and straightened out his clothes that had been washed until they were white and full of patches. He tried his best to make his image as good as possible. Then he pouted at Ding Sanyi and walked away!

However, the closer he got to the building outside the building, the more guilty Xu Dali felt. How could such a high-end place really cost him two?

"Brother Li, why don't you leave?" Ding San had a simple mind and didn't have many ideas. He strode forward. As he walked, he noticed that his brother Li had fallen behind, so he turned over and asked.

"Brother, I think we are too reckless, so we just go like this. Can they want us?"

Ding San is numb and doesn’t know what to do. It’s up to you to go, and it’s up to you not to go. What should I do?

"Well, brother, it's just a knife to stretch your head and shrink it anyway. It's come, you have to give it a try, right?"

These words gave Xu Dali a lot of confidence:
"I didn't realize that even though you can't read, you can tell great truths."

"Hey, I better listen to that scholar."

"Let's go, no matter what, we have to fight!"

"Eh!"

The two of them mustered up the courage to step forward, but before they even stepped onto the steps, they were stopped by the waiter at the door:
"You two, if you want to find food, please go to the back door. There is a porridge shed there. You are in luck. Our shopkeeper Xian'er has added plain steamed buns for everyone today. Enough!"

Although the boy's voice was emotionless and even had a hint of disgust, he did not bully anyone after all, and he told the truth truthfully.

Perhaps Dali understood, and a feeling of embarrassment flowed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai:

"We are not beggars!"

The guy was startled:
"Not a beggar? Then you are?"

"We want to work in Louwailou. We can endure hardship and have the strength to do anything!"

The waiter laughed and said:
"Looking at your young age, your voice is quite loud. Do you know where this place is? You are here to work! Okay, stop making trouble, and leave quickly. If you can't eat, go to the back door, where our third young master has set up the porridge shed. It has been raining and raining for so many years and has never stopped.”

Xu Dali's young face turned red:
"I admire the third young master's kindness, but we really are not here to beg for food!"

The waiter didn't have time to pay much attention to them. He saw a Ford car parked slowly in front of the door and quickly waved his hand and said:
"Okay, let's go quickly, don't delay my work here."

After saying the next sentence, the guy immediately put on a smile and walked down the steps.
Ding San pulled Xu Dali’s sleeve:
"Brother, how about we go get something to eat first, and then we can grind with him after we are full and drunk!"

At first, he thought Ding San's words were useless, but Xu Dali thought about it and realized that there was nothing wrong with him. No matter what, wasn't it their biggest wish to have a full meal?
As for whether it would be embarrassing, Xu Dali said: People who are about to starve to death just want to have hair on their faces.

Damn you, eat it!

The two of them looked at each other, gave each other a cheering look, and rushed to the back door aggressively.

The waiter who caught a glimpse of this scene smiled inwardly and shook his head. He also said that he was not here to beg for food, which was a waste of his saliva.

An hour later, Xu Dali and Ding San walked out of the alley with square steps, one burping and the other rubbing their stomachs.

There was still a grain of rice stuck to the corner of Ding San's mouth, but he forgot to wipe it off. Maybe he wanted to save it and lick it again when he was hungry?
"Brother Li, those buns are so delicious. They are obviously just ordinary radish fillings. Why are they so delicious?"

Xu Dali shook his head:
"I don't know, but I admire the third young master more and more now. I drank four bowls of porridge, and I gave him enough rice in each bowl, just once or twice. He has persisted for so many years, and there are so many beggars. We are all grateful to him."

Ding San is simple-minded, but he is not stupid. He quickly echoed:

"Yes, brother, look at those beggars, they are more well-behaved when queuing up than those at the pier. No one dares to cause trouble!"

"Nonsense, who dares to cause trouble? Wouldn't that spoil the third young master's good intentions? If he offends his old man, what if the porridge shed is no longer open?"

Ding San nodded:

"Brother Li is right."

"Okay, at least we have had a full meal. We will thank the third young master later. Now we still have to find a way to work in the building outside the building."

"Why are you going in? Didn't you listen to what the guy said? The hotel isn't hiring!"

Xu Dali had eaten and drank enough, and his mind was full of energy:

"Since there is no chance, let's create opportunities."

"How to create?"

"Go get some croton!"

"what?"

If Zhu Chuanren knew about it, he would definitely praise him as a talent. As expected, if you are a hero, don't ask where he came from, you have to use Croton.

Xu Dali didn't say much and took Ding San to steal Croton.

A few days later, the two handymen in the back kitchen of the building outside the building had to be fired because they had frequent diarrhea and delayed their work. Xu Dali and Ding San happened to show up. Coupled with Xu Dali's sweet mouth, they naturally entered the building outside the building. Starting from the lowest level of handyman.

There is nothing technically difficult about this job. Mainly, the tasks that the chefs and kitchen assistants are too lazy to do are left to the handymen.For example, pouring swill, washing potatoes, scraping potatoes, washing dishes, and cleaning pots. These are all chores, and the main job is tiring and hard.

But as I said before, we are not afraid of hardship or tiredness, but we are afraid of failure in life.

Obviously, Zhu Chuanren is not a pig's skin. He is cruel to his enemies and very kind to his own people. Even the lowest-level handyman can earn about 18 yuan a month.

If it falls on the New Year's Day, the hotel's profits are good, and some bonuses can be given, I might be able to earn about 25 yuan that month, which is more than an ordinary factory worker.

This is also the reason why Zhu Chuanren's subordinates are devoted to him, because Zhu Chuanren never withholds wages.

In Zhu Mansion, Zhu Chuanren is studying a new gun. The shape of this gun is very strange. The gun body is long and thin. Although it is heavy, it has a handsome posture when raised with one hand to shoot.

"Third Young Master, this is what Smith gave us, and it also comes with a basic amount of ammunition."

"Well, tell Smith, we want as many guns as we have!"

Lao Tan was stunned for a moment:
"Third Young Master, are you serious? Is this gun that good?"

"Haha, this gun has many problems on the battlefield, but in the city, it is definitely a killer!"

Zhu Chuanren's eyes flashed with amusement, this was the famous 'Chicago Typewriter', the standard equipment of Hey Banghuo.

In fact, the Thompson submachine gun was born a few years ago. After the outbreak of the station, in order to "maximize profits", losses were "minimized"!The Ugly Kingdom has been waiting for the right time to join the war.

In 17, the Ugly State officially declared war on the Ugly State on the pretext that German tanks assisted the Mexican Chicken Tacos in invading the Ugly Country:

The Ugly Expeditionary Force headed to the European battlefield and joined in the strangulation of the tanks and their allies.

However, after arriving at the front line, the Ugly soldiers encountered a problem in trench warfare. They found that they were holding bolt-action rifles:
Not only is it very inconvenient to carry, but its firepower is weak and its rate of fire is too slow, making it very difficult to fight.

The feedback from the frontline soldiers was immediately taken seriously by the top management, so John Moses Browning, a famous firearms designer at the time, took action personally and designed an automatic rifle for them: the Browning BAR.

The Browning automatic rifle has a magazine capacity of 20 rounds. It can fire continuously without pulling the bolt, and it has huge killing power!
However, its biggest flaw is that it is too heavy. To be honest, it is more like a light machine gun.

Moreover, the Browning rifle has a strong recoil when firing continuously. Especially when soldiers are shooting while marching, it is difficult for the shooter to control the muzzle jump, and the accuracy is greatly reduced.

After all, under the technical conditions of the time, it was more realistic for soldiers to use automatic weapons that fired pistol bullets.

And in order to allow the shooter to have better control when shooting, the total combat weight of this automatic weapon, as well as the recoil during continuous shooting, should be strictly limited.

Therefore, senior officials believe that it is necessary to develop another automatic weapon: an automatic weapon that is lighter than the Browning automatic rifle.

In the end, the .45ACP caliber bullet promoted by American General John Thompson was recognized.

We must know that in terms of firearms research and development, a successful bullet is often an important prerequisite for creating a successful firearm.

Therefore, the Americans chose to use the high-power 11.43 mm straight-barrel pistol bullet to develop a submachine gun, and this new submachine gun was named after General Thompson.

However, the actual research and development work of the Thompson submachine gun was completed by other people, one named OV Pace and the other named TH Okhoff.

During the research and development process, OV Pace and TH Okhoff conducted a series of in-depth studies on the small arms problems encountered by the Ugly Expeditionary Force on the front line.

They finally positioned the Thompson submachine gun as a trench melee weapon, and it was also nicknamed the "trench broom."

As the name suggests, the Thompson submachine gun is a "fire broom for clearing trenches."

But what’s interesting is that the designers responsible for developing the Thompson, the first prototype gun they produced was very “weird”:
Compared with the Thompson submachine gun that people later became familiar with, this prototype gun actually used a canvas belt to feed ammunition!
Submachine guns use ammunition belts or belts to feed ammunition, which does look very different!
However, the designers can’t actually be blamed for this.

After all, at that time, designers had not yet gotten rid of the traditional thinking of "using ammunition belts to feed machine guns." Submachine guns were automatic weapons, so they naturally felt that they should use ammunition belts like machine guns.

The specific structure of the early Thompson submachine gun belt supply is: a magazine hanger is installed in front of its trigger. All the ammunition belts are put into the magazine box and then hung on the hanger.

The submachine gun is equipped with a small ratchet. When the bolt moves forward and backward, the ratchet will rotate, and then the bullets on the canvas bandolier will be pushed into the bullet mouth.

But soon, the designer also felt that this design was completely impractical, and it was not even as light as a Browning automatic rifle!

于是1918年时，汤普森冲锋枪重新设计了新的供弹具：有50发和100发的弹鼓，还有20发和30发弹匣。

When the Thomson submachine gun is equipped with a 100-round drum magazine, it not only does not affect the carry, but also the rate of fire is very fast. 100 rounds of bullets can be fired in 7 seconds.

Although the shooting accuracy of the Thompson submachine gun is not high, the powerful firepower advantage of this submachine gun is reflected when facing the charge of dense enemies.

After the ammunition feeding method of the Thompson submachine gun was changed, it was truly finalized.

At that time, the designers also gave this submachine gun a resounding name: "Annihilator"!
As a result, the war ended after the Thompson submachine gun was finalized but before it could be used in actual combat!

But no one expected that this gun would become so popular among the Hey Gang:
What is even more tragic is that the current high-level decision-makers are all soldiers who "grew up" holding long rifles.

Therefore, with the end of the war, the Thompson submachine gun was considered unsuitable for large-scale equipment by the US military.

In addition, the cost of making Thompson submachine guns is indeed a bit high. For the price of two Thompson submachine guns, you can buy a Ford Model T car.

Therefore, based on their so-called experience and fraud and other reasons, the senior officials of Ugly Country completely relegated the Thompson submachine gun to the "cold palace".

The submachine gun that the designers worked so hard to develop has fallen into the embarrassing situation of "no one cares about it"!

Unpopular with the Ugly Army, the automatic weapons company turned its attention to the police, and soon Thompson's first bulk purchaser appeared: the NYPD.

However, what really made this submachine gun famous was the Chouguo Gang.

Although the Thompson submachine gun is expensive to make, money is not an issue for the Hey Gang. Two kilograms of flour is enough to buy it!

Moreover, this submachine gun has both high power and portability. Gangsters who often fight in the street love it very much and think that this submachine gun is simply "tailor-made" for them.

For a time, those "Hey Boss" people on the streets of Ugly Country could often be seen shooting wildly with Thompson submachine guns. Because of their unique sound, they were also called "Chicago Typewriters".

Of course, the weight of this current version of the typewriter is still too heavy. The empty gun weighs 5 kilograms. If you add bullets, it is equivalent to holding a child in charge, which is really not suitable for military use.

In a street fight, no matter how many people there are, there are only one or two hundred people, and the distance is so close that there will be almost no one left standing after two shuttles. It is simply a killer on the street, so weight will not be an issue.

Zhu Chuanren briefly explained the advantages and disadvantages of this gun, and Lao Tan understood:

"Smith only has 30 pieces in stock. If there are more, he will have to get them from Chou Country~"

"30 guns are enough. Where are the bullets?"

"There are enough bullets~"

"Okay, I'll take them all. By the way, what's the price?"

"The price he quoted was 400 dollars a piece, 30 of them would be 12000 dollars. If you want bullets, add 1000 dollars and give them all to us."

Zhu Chuanren shook his head:
"Tell him that the total of bullets and guns is 9000 dollars. If he agrees, he will take it. If he doesn't agree, let him find someone else to sell it."

"Okay, I'll talk to him~"

"Well, have you found Luo Jiadong?"

Lao Tan shook his head:
"This kid has been hiding so deep that he has never shown his face. He won't escape from the magic city, right?"

"Impossible, that kid won't let it go."

Zhu Chuanren paused and said quietly:
"I met Clement at the banquet a few days ago~"

"How did he say?"

"I didn't say anything. I pretended to be very close to me, and even introduced me to my colleagues in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau."

Zhu Chuanren sneered twice.

"This old fox~" Lao Tan cursed.

"It's okay. He likes acting, so I will act with him and see how well he can act."

"If he hadn't occupied the position of director now, we would have killed him!" Lao Tan was rarely so angry.

"Haha, don't worry about life and death. It's not necessary. We have to use this place to solve the problem!" Zhu Chuanren nodded his head and said.

Late at night, the building outside the building saw off the last wave of guests and closed the door for a rest. After a busy day, everyone was very tired, but not a single complaint was heard.

Xu Dali and Ding San ate in front of the rice pail. I have to say that Xu Dali's decision was really the right one. Regardless of how much money he made, being able to eat three meals a day was a huge improvement.

But everyone also knows that he is a big eater. He is really good at eating. Five or six fist-sized buns are already a lot for others. Xu Dali can eat fourteen or five in one breath.

For the same bowl of rice, one bowl is enough for everyone, but he has to eat three or four bowls, not counting the food.

After eating, Xu Dali and Ding San took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and their diligence was praised by many elderly people.

"Dali, work hard, you have a bright future!"

"Yeah, I just see how clever this kid is. If he hadn't been unwilling to learn cooking, I would have accepted him as my apprentice."

Ding San licked his face and leaned over:

"What do you think of me? I'm willing to learn cooking!"

"Go, go, you Ding San'er, you're pretty good at climbing along the pole."

"Hehe, anyway, you teach me the same as you teach my brother."

Xu Dali also took the opportunity to help and said:
"Yes, Master, please accept Ding San. My brother may have endured hardship, and he is honest and has no bad intentions."

The master squinted at Ding San:

"You kid is not good at it. Let me ask you, you were watching the boiled cabbage dish you made today. Tell me, what is the process?"

Ding San scratched his head when he heard this. How could he remember how to do it?

The master master was not disappointed, he knew that Ding San was not the material.

But when he saw that several master chefs and assistant cooks nearby were very interested, they didn't care about themselves, so he said:

"The dish of boiled cabbage starts with soup, which is also called boiling water. This thing is made from seven or eight old chickens, old ducks, fine ham, scallops, scallops, and other precious ingredients in the kitchen. Inside, it is cooked slowly over low heat for eight hours.

Keep an eye on the pot in the middle, and the top of the soup must be shaped like chrysanthemum petals. The result of a night of sleepless nights will be the most delicious soup you can imagine.
Then mince the chicken breasts and lean meat, divide the soup into pieces, heat it again, and add the two kinds of minced meat when it is about to boil. Since the protein of the minced meat will absorb the oil and color in the soup, the soup will change after settling. Obtaining water as clear as water, so-called boiling water, is obtained in this way.

Then there is the cabbage. Ordinary Chinese cabbage is absolutely not acceptable. It must be freshly picked cabbage. All the outer layers are discarded. Only the most tender core of the cabbage is taken from the center. Then use a silver needle to prick hundreds or thousands of fleshy holes. Invisible holes, spare.

Then heat the boiling water, put the cabbage core in a colander, and pour it over and over with boiling water. Do not use the soup base. After the cabbage core is cooked, heat another portion of boiling water and immerse the cooked cabbage. The boiled cabbage is considered Finish.

The finished product should be a green cabbage soaked in an almost colorless soup. It is said to be simple, but it is extremely fragrant when you taste it. The refreshing taste of the cabbage perfectly offsets the richness of the soup. It is the best in the world. . "

Ding San wiped his saliva subconsciously. Just thinking about this dish made him feel extremely delicious.

But he also knew that he was afraid that he would no longer be able to be a cook. He would suffer from being unable to sleep at night because of cooking.

When I returned to the dormitory in the evening, although it was still a large kang, at least there were not that many people. There were only about ten people in a room and five or six people in a kang. The place was spacious, not cold, and not damp. It was better than the previous environment. Know how many times.

There is also hot water for them to wipe their skin, wash up, and go to bed clean before going to bed.

I couldn't even imagine such a life before.

Ding San is already very satisfied. He just wants to work hard for a few years, save some money, marry a wife, and have a few babies. Then his life will be perfect.

But Xu Dali didn't know what satisfaction meant. What's more, his original goal was to make big money, but now he didn't even make small money, so how could he be satisfied.

So before going to sleep, he pulled Ding San, who was so sleepy that his eyelids kept falling, and whispered:
"We have to find a way to meet the third young master~"

Ding San's mind stopped spinning and he answered instinctively:

"How come we meet? We don't have to tell you when they will come."

"I know, I mean, if he comes, you have to find a way to see him."

"It's impossible, Brother Li. He went to the private room as soon as he came. We didn't even have a chance to take a look, let alone talk to him!"

Xu Dali’s eyes flashed:
"There is always a way. If it doesn't work, just make some noise~"

"What movement?"

"that is."

Before he could finish speaking, Ding San's snoring was already loud.

Xu Dali shook his head helplessly about this kid, but this was also the cute thing about Ding San. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't take him with him wherever he went.

But he didn't know what to do.

On this day, Smith brought a truck into the Zhu Mansion, ostensibly delivering imported cans, fruits and other daily necessities. However, underneath these supplies were boxes of arms, which were Thompson submachine guns.

"Dear Zhu, we meet again!"

Smith is very young, only about 30, but he is already one of the most famous arms dealers in the Far East.

I have cooperated with Zhu Chuanren several times before, and both parties have a good impression of each other.

"Haha, Mr. Smith, I haven't seen him for many years, but he still looks charming."

"Ha, Mr. Zhu, it's all thanks to you. The last batch of arms made me a lot of money. After I went back, I bought a piece of land in Tennessee and built my own manor. If I have the chance, Please be sure to come to my place as a guest, the Smith family would like to extend a warm welcome to you!"

Zhu Chuanren nodded:

"Thank you very much. I will definitely go if I have the chance!"

"Ha~ I'm looking forward to it. Now, let's talk about the serious stuff first!"

"Mr. Smith, I think my brother has already told you that I want as many Thompson submachine guns as you have, and the price will be the price of our transaction."

Smith shook his head:
"Dear Zhu, this is what I want to say. You have to understand that I have been hoarding this batch of goods for a long time. In order to turn over funds as quickly as possible, I sold it to you at such a low price. This is regarded as a reward for your help before. .

But if you still want it, it’s definitely not at this price. "

Zhu Chuanren said with a smile but not a smile:
"Mr. Smith, you have to understand one thing. You are not the only friend I have in Chou Country!"

"Oh?"

"I know the price of this gun in the ugly country. The price of a single gun is indeed expensive, but if you buy it in bulk, there is still room for exploration. Don't ask me about the shipping cost.

I have a shipping company in my name. If you want, just ship the gun to San Francisco and you don't have to worry about the rest! "

Smith scratched his hair:

"Damn it, I hate dealing with smart people, even if I want to take advantage!"

Zhu Chuanren chuckled and said:

"When it's time to let you take advantage, I won't be stingy, but this business won't work!"

"OK~ You are the boss and you have the final say. So, dear Zhu, how much can you eat?"

Zhu Chuanren pretended to be suspicious:
"Is there something wrong with your Chinese? What I just said was unclear?"

"How many are you talking about?"

"That's what I mean!"

Smith was ecstatic:
"Even thousands?"

"Yes! Even thousands!" Zhu Chuanren said firmly!

(End of this chapter)