The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

regret.

I am very sorry.

Frankie regrets his life choices very much.

Originally born in a worker's family in Ohio, I was supposed to take over from my father and go to work at a gas station. Although the gas station only has two gas dispensers and a small convenience store, it's still a stable job, isn't it?

Why do you want to study hard?

Why do you have to fight so hard?

For this reason, I took the best student time in my life, did not receive happy education, and did not have fun with silly classmates.

But keep learning, keep learning. Called nerds by classmates who can't even pass English spelling.

Of course, nerds of course.

Because for the public school students in the fifth grade of middle school in the United States, many of them can't figure out the ternary quadratic equation, and they can't even open the root sign. Of course, teachers allow students to use scientific computers to solve some 'complex' math problems during exams. For example, open the root number or something.

It's just that some idiots can't even use a scientific computer, even if the teacher has demonstrated it, they still can't use it.

Franky used to look down on these idiots. But now I am envious.

Because at least those idiots were happy in middle school, drinking and carousing. Then they didn't go to college, or went to a very rubbish community college, and continued their happy education for four or three years, so that their lives continued to be happy.

Finally, after graduating, find a simple job, such as working at McDonald's, such as going to work at Wal-Mart. Doing very simple and mechanical things every day, although boring and low salary, but they are very happy!

That's right, because as long as you have less knowledge and a smaller brain, you need fewer things, and happiness is easier to satisfy.

I should learn from those former companions and be a Yankee under a happy education. Why do you have to break free from your own shackles and force your way into elite education? ! That is the world that elites should enter. Why do you have to force yourself in?

I wasted so much mental effort, and finally squeezed into this class. But now?

Frankie looked around, he was now locked in a prison. It is the kind of prison in ancient China. The kind with three walls and one iron railing. There were no beds, but a pile of straw on the floor. There is no toilet, only a toilet. There was an indescribable smell of urine in the entire cell.

And the food was terrible.

Don't think that Yangquan City has a lenient management for prisoners. They only give Franky three steamed buns and a little pickle every day. Because it was troublesome, the three big steamed buns for three meals a day were all given at one time.

This big steamed bun was left at night and it was hard enough to break teeth.

After being locked up for dozens of days, Franky had already lost more than a dozen catties from starvation.

Holding a hard steamed bun in his hand, he smelled the smell of urine and looked at the iron railing. My heart is bitter, and thousands of words can only be reduced to one sentence: "I shouldn't have taken this merit in the first place, and I shouldn't have come to this place. If I hadn't come to this place, I wouldn't have fallen into this situation."

Franky looked towards the opposite side of his prison, where the second battalion commander Bob was imprisoned. When this black man was initially locked in, he still yelled that he was an officer of the US military and needed to enjoy the treatment of an officer.

Especially when the food sent by the prison was only steamed buns and pickles, Bob was so stupid as to protest by going on a hunger strike.

Silly, you came to colonize others, and you expect others to treat you well?

Sure enough, the guards in the prison didn't care about him at all, and it was even better if he didn't eat it. He saved three big white steamed buns a day, which was just enough to feed a Wangcai in the prison.

Bob even organized other American soldiers to protest the hunger strike. There are really fools who listened to his words, and then starved to death.

Because the prison administrators found out that they didn't eat and they stopped sending them. Five days later, after seven people died of starvation, when the prison guards dragged the bodies of the starved dead past the group of American soldiers, they finally found out.

You can't use the rules of the civilized world to play here, this is a primitive and barbaric world!

So they started clamoring for food again. It is estimated that they are still useful, so the warden restored the supply of three steamed buns a day.

But looking at Bob opposite, Frankie felt that he had no strength to resist. Even resigned to fate.

Prisons generally have two ways to deal with prisoners’ riots. One is to make prisoners do a lot of work, which is the so-called reform through labor. As long as you're tired, you won't have the energy to think about anything else.

Another is to reduce food rations, as long as you are not full and hungry. I'm hungry every day, so I don't have the mood to think about anything else. I just want to lie down and save some energy.

Obviously, the prison here uses the latter method.

If people are starved and dizzy, no one will have time to commit crimes.

Well, write it down. There is room for improvement in the management of this prison. Frankie took out a small notebook from his pocket and memorized it. He begged the jailer for the small notebook and charcoal.

As a talking ghost, some jailers are still very curious about him. This request was not too much, so he was satisfied.

Franky's little book records many things, all about how to effectively manage the prison. He felt that the warden should be able to use these.

"Hey! Nerd, what are you writing?!" Bob on the opposite side saw Frankie writing, and he was very upset.

Because Franky didn't go on a hunger strike with him before, and even had a good chat with those jailers. Because among the Americans here, only Frankie can speak Chinese. And the language of this world happens to be Chinese.

This made Bob very upset. Shouldn't the whole world speak English? ! Even aliens should speak English!

Bob thinks Franky is the traitor they found out.

Franky replied without looking up: "I'm writing a prison reform plan to set up a more reasonable management plan for this prison. The warden should use it."

"What?!"

"Have you watched "The Shawshank Redemption"?" Franky finally raised his head and glanced at Bob opposite: "Only if it is useful to the warden, can you live more comfortably in prison. Look, my steamed buns are better than yours. bigger."

"You traitor!"

Facing Bob's cursing, Frankie didn't care: "You nigger probably haven't watched "The Shawshank Redemption"."

"You are racist!"

"Who cares here? Nigger." Franky scolded Bob nigger calmly. When he was in the United States, he had long wanted to call those black people niggers, but he didn't dare. When we get to this place, can't we scold him twice? !

"You will have retribution!"

"Hehe, I hope so."

Just when the two were scolding, a jailer came over and knocked on Frankie's door: "Get up, get up. You are useful."

"Did the warden read the advice I gave him?!" Franky's eyes lit up.

"What's the matter?" The jailer looked at him: "Mr. Xuegong is looking for you. Be good, maybe you, a strange ghost, are still useful."

"The little one understands, the little one understands. The little one will definitely do his best for Yangquan City!" Franky assured, patted his chest.

In the prison, watching Frankie go away, Bob could only curse fiercely: "Traitor! Leading party! Ball traitor! Beauty traitor!"