Spring Thunder Chapter 0198 There is a sense of coquettishness
"I have said what the Japanese should say. I will not analyze the details. Next, let me talk about Germany. Why do I question Germany? This has to start with the Soviet revisionists. I am thirsty. Please pour me a glass of water."
"good."
Nan Yi stood up, walked to the long table, picked up a glass from the tray, and poured a glass of warm water from the thermos.
Liu Zhen drank some water to moisten his throat and continued, "Last year, the Soviet revisionists conducted a Western military exercise, deploying 500,000 soldiers and tens of thousands of tanks. It was impressive, indeed impressive.
But they were too powerful and scared all the countries.
I think that, except for a few countries like the Soviet revisionists, other countries are afraid of and do not want the existence of such a powerful country on the earth.
The economic structure of the Soviet revisionists themselves is rather distorted. If everything goes smoothly, it will be fine. But if something happens and causes turmoil, many forces will help push it forward and cause it to fall into the abyss as quickly as possible.
If the Soviet revisionists are in turmoil, Eastern Europe will be in chaos. Once Eastern Europe is in chaos, the dawn of Germany will come, and the reunification of East and West Germany will become possible.
The reason why I put a question mark is because if East and West Germany merge, Germany will have a huge domestic demand market, their production capacity can be absorbed internally, and Eastern Europe will also become a market for Germany's product exports, and Germany can successfully overcome the crisis. "
"There is a gap between the East and West economies. How do you think Germany will solve this problem?"
Liu Zhen said decisively: "Common prosperity means increasing taxes on the rich, improving the overall welfare of society, and keeping the gap between the rich and the poor within an acceptable range."
Bang bang bang!
Nan Yi clapped his hands vigorously, "Excellent, very wonderful, thank you Teacher Liu for giving me a lesson."
"Don't give me that. How could you not think of what I can think of? It was you who enlightened me to political economics." Liu Zhen glanced at Nan Yi and said angrily.
"That's not the case. I'm like your elementary school teacher. I only taught you the basics. But your current knowledge is enough to be my college teacher."
"No way, who would believe you?"
"Haha, we've finished talking about the grand scheme of things. Let's talk about something more down-to-earth. I see the wall on the second floor is damp. The tiles must be leaking. We need to find someone to remove the leak."
"Add a layer of linoleum under the tiles?"
"No, the oil felt will age soon. I think we should just demolish the house and rebuild it while the housing authority can easily approve it now."
"No, I've developed feelings for this place and can't refuse." Liu Zhen shook her head.
"Then add a layer of cement and steel platform waterproofing on the roof, and then cover the cement with tiles for decoration."
"That's fine, so where are we going to live while we renovate?"
"You can live wherever you want. I have reserved a floor for myself at my grandmother's house, Baihua Shenshen Hutong, and Jiuzhangji. You can live there anytime."
"Go live with grandma."
"OK."
They did it right away. The next day, the important things in the old house were packed up and taken to Nan Yi's grandmother's courtyard. Some things that were not often used but needed to be preserved were temporarily sent to Jiuzhangji.
After moving in half a day, Nan Yi went to the housing management office again in the afternoon.
According to the rules, if you want to make any major changes to your house, you have to go to the Housing Authority to report it and get approval. However, since the people don't report it and the officials don't investigate, just like the bicycle tax, no one takes it too seriously.
But Nan Yi thought that it would be better . Anyway, he knew Fang Chong, so this matter would not be difficult to handle.
I found Fang Chong, registered quickly, and got approved.
Nan Yi then entrusted the task of finding someone to Fang Chong. This was not a troublesome matter for Fang Chong, but a good opportunity to do double favors.
Nan Yi owed him a favor by asking him for help, and the people who worked for him also owed him a favor. Fang Chong wished he had as many "troubles" as possible.
Steel bars and cement are also easy to get. You can buy them conveniently under the name of Yama no Wei, but you will have to pay a little more.
The materials arrived quickly, and Nan Yi calculated the surplus, and there must be plenty of materials.
The people who were working arrived quickly, but the leader was called Fang Dong, which made Nan Yi a little unhappy.
Maybe because he was a very honest person, or maybe because he had been asked about him before, Fang Dong introduced himself as soon as he saw Nan Yi.
"Comrade Nan, although Fang Chong and I are cousins, he can introduce me to a job out of favor. I will never undermine him, so you can rest assured that I will do the job for you efficiently."
"I'm assured. I'm definitely assured."
Nan Yi shook hands with Fang Dong, exchanged a few polite words, and then took Fang Dong upstairs.
"Put a layer of cement board on the roof. Do you think the wall can support it now? Do you need to add support columns?"
Fang Dong walked to the wall and knocked on it, then scraped off a piece of lime on the wall with a spatula, looked at what material was used inside, and then scraped off several different spots in succession.
"Comrade Nan, it should be able to hold up. Most of this wall is made of bluestone. It has enough support and there is no need to add support pillars."
"That's good. Then tell me, how long will it take you to cast the cement slab and then cover it with tiles, and how much will it cost?"
Fang Dong looked up at the roof, estimated the area, and quickly came up with a number. "It will take half a month, because the cast-in-place tiles have to be dried before they can be laid. In terms of money, this job will require four people..."
"You don't have to tell me how many people there are, you just have to give me a total number."
"Six hundred."
When Fang Dong said this number, he obviously slurped his food, which showed that he felt a little guilty.
Nan Yi quickly calculated in his mind that the wage for unskilled workers was 1-2 yuan, and for skilled workers it was around 3 yuan, so at most it would not exceed 12 yuan a day. If he survived, Fang Dong would earn at least 400 yuan.
"Sure, the price and time are fine with me. I just ask that you do the job well."
"You can rest assured about this. If I can't do a good job, I won't take the money." Fang Dong said, patting his chest.
"I'll give you 200 first, and I'll give you the rest after you finish the work, okay?"
"Can."
"Then you should start working as soon as possible. Don't move the beams above. Ask the carpenter to come at six o'clock tomorrow to cover the beams with red."
"Okay, okay."
The next day, the carpenter came early and waited for Nan Yi to offer tributes and light firecrackers. Then the carpenter helped Nan Yi hang a large longevity gold with red silk thread in the middle of the beam and circled red paper at both ends.
A more superstitious belief is that there is a Liang God in Daliang, and if you disturb him, you have to say hello.
Nan Yi doesn't quite believe this, but he believes in psychology and psychological suggestion. If he does more, he will feel more comforted.
After the ceremony, Nan Yi called Fang Dong to the first floor and took out a bag from the room.
"Four Ashimas and four Hiltons. Please distribute them to the masters. I can't come every day, so I can't distribute cigarettes every day. Please bear with me. There are also two boxes of Coke and two boxes of Fanta in the yard. The beer next to them is prepared for you. You can drink as much as you want and take it home."
"This, this, this is so inappropriate."
"There's nothing inappropriate about that. You come to work at my house, so I should treat you. Go out of the yard and walk about 200 meters to the left. There's a small restaurant there. I've already made an agreement with the owner of the restaurant. We'll provide four meals a day, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a snack. You can just go over and eat. I'll pay him."
“This, this, this…”
"Please take care of everything. I'll leave first. I have something else to do."
After Nan Yi left, Fang Dong sighed, "It's comfortable to work for a master like this, and the work must be done properly."
Fang Mengyin's courtyard house is good in every way: the location is good, the house is nice, but there is one problem: there is no bathroom.
Nan Yi had wanted to build a new one at first, but this place was close to the Tonghui River, and unlike the area deep in Baihua where there was a ready-made sewer to connect to, the nearest sewer here was more than two miles away, in a building built with Soviet aid.
That is now the dormitory for employees of state-owned enterprises. The Nan family lives in that area. If they want to connect the sewer there, they have to make a lot of noise.
Therefore, Nan Yi had an extra job every morning, which was to empty the chamber pot.
Early one morning, Nan Yi covered his nose with his left hand, held a chamber pot in his right hand, and walked hurriedly to the public toilet in the alley in slippers.
When we arrived at the public toilet, the men's toilet was fine, but there was a long queue at the women's toilet. The younger ones were just children, and the older ones needed someone to support them when they walked.
There is no doubt that the quarrels that occur almost every day are going on there as usual.
Compete for ranking.
The one with a hunched back is not in a hurry and can still hold on for a while.
Standing straight, with legs so tight that a piece of white paper can't be stuffed in between, and a pale or blue face, needless to say, that's the limit of endurance. The more this happens, the more you can't be impatient, because if you are impatient, something will easily go wrong; you can't be too relaxed, because in this critical state from tense to relaxed, some things may burst out.
There are also many people who can't hold on at the last moment.
There are also some who are relaxed, such as those who can whistle to be naughty. Most of them are young people who will hold back if they are not impatient. When the whistle is blown, the little girl's feet begin to tremble and two lines of clear tears flow down her thin face.
Nan Yi poured the night fragrance into the manure pool, and then went to the urinal to relieve his body. When he finally shook it and stuffed his thing back and zipped it up, an old man who was going from red to relieved suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"
"No, sir, have you eaten?"
"I ate fried dough sticks, bean juice, and a bowl of fried liver. Look, I'm full."
"Sir, you have a good appetite. Please go ahead and do your work. I haven't eaten yet. I need to go to the street corner to buy some fried dough sticks."
"Okay, please."
Nan Yi held the chamber pot behind him, and walked sideways when he met people, being careful not to disturb others, as he walked all the way to the street corner.
There is a breakfast stall at the corner of the street. It’s not quite right to call it a breakfast stall because there is nothing else to eat here except fried dough sticks.
"Boss, eight of them, please."
"There are only six. Wait a minute, I'll fry them for you now." The vendor agreed and quickly stretched out two more strips of noodles and put them into the wok.
In less than a minute, the fried dough sticks were ready. They were placed in a wire frame to drain the oil. The vendor then wrapped the dough sticks in one-eighth of a piece of newspaper and handed them to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi checked the bill and went back with the fried dough sticks.
"Why don't you come back and wash your hands before buying the fried dough sticks?" When Liu Zhen walked back to the yard, she saw the fried dough sticks in Nan Yi's hand and said with a look of disgust.
"What, do you think I'm dirty?"
"I suddenly regret moving here. It's so troublesome to go to the toilet."
"This is just right, it allows you to recall your childhood."
"Oh, don't mention it. My childhood is nothing good for me to recall." Liu Zhen said, stuffing the toothbrush back into her mouth, brushing it twice, and then took it out again. Pointing at the chicken feet in the yard, she said, "If you have nothing to do today, clean up the jujubes on the tree. They are all falling down."
"knew."
Most of the chicken feet on the tree have fallen off, with only a few tenacious ones still on the tree. March is not far away, and some of the tender buds have also sprouted. It is indeed time to let last year's old things take a back seat.
After dividing the fried dough sticks, Nan Yi, Liu Zhen and a few bodyguards managed to drink a bowl of porridge. Liu Zhen went to work after eating, while Ruan Zhiling and the other person stayed far away.
Not long after Nan Yi finished breakfast, he felt something wrong in his stomach.
"Fuck, they're really in a hurry. There aren't so many problems even in this old house." Nan Yi muttered and cursed his stomach. He completely forgot that he used to sit in the bathroom for a while every day after getting up. Today, when he saw someone in the toilet, he gave up.
He took some toilet paper and a newspaper and let the tiger cub follow him to the public toilet again.
At the door of the public toilet, he asked Tiger Cub to light two cigarettes. Nan Yi took them and walked inside. Seeing that there was no one there, he put the two cigarettes on the partition, rolled up the toilet paper and stuffed them into his nose...
After a few years of good life, people have become pretentious. I still remember that time when I and my friends squatted on both sides of the Yellow River with confidential documents in our hands, talking about who should be punished and who was so pretty, making complaints and eating melon seeds in our mouths.
If you meet a troublesome person who throws stones into the manure tank, you will have to run away in the middle of filing a complaint with your pants pulled up.
What a fucking wonderful childhood.
I left the public toilet feeling refreshed, went back to the courtyard to tidy up, walked two miles, and got on the bus far away from the street.
"Go to Jiuxianqiao to pick someone up and then go to Dongzhimen."
"Yes, Nansheng."
Being familiar with the roads is the most basic quality for a bodyguard and driver. During his time at the Nanyiwo Courtyard, Huzai had already found time to visit most places in the capital and was already familiar with the roads there.
At least, he would never go wrong in some of the more representative places.
The car stopped at Jiuxian Bridge, and Nan Yi saw Pang Erzhu standing on the roadside through the car window. He got out of the car and walked towards him, "Master Pang, hello, I am Nan Yi."
"Hello, you want me to be your chef?"
"Yes, Master Pang, let's get in the car first. I'll take you to work and we'll talk while we walk."
"Okay, let's go."
Pang Erzhu is the chef in the canteen of the Third Rolling Mill. He has worked there for more than twenty years, from a teenager to now in his early forties.
He is good at cooking authentic Beijing-style Sichuan cuisine, and because of him, many leaders like to visit the Third Rolling Mill.
As for how Nan Yi knew him, this was also very simple. Men Saner was familiar with people in the capital, so it was not easy for him to find out something about him. There is a theory called the Six Degrees Theory, which says that one can get to know everyone in the world through six people.
Although it is not that weird in reality, it is still easy for Men Saner to find out about skilled chefs in the capital through people he knows.
In three days, Men Saner gave him a list of names. Nan Yi picked out and chose Pang Erzhu as the first public relations target.
Although the list given by Men San'er is long, there are actually only three or four suitable people. The other people work in too prestigious companies. For example, the chef of Beijing Hotel and the like, everyone knows that he has good cooking skills.
But what does he do? He prepares state banquets. Are you trying to poach him to show off your ability?
"Master Pang, I have already sent someone to tell you something. What do you think?" Nan Yi asked after the car started.
"Are the conditions you mentioned true?"
"Really, I know your father was a chef in a big restaurant. You must have learned all the tricks of the trade. So, it's best for you to get involved right from the restaurant renovation. Don't worry, you'll start getting paid as soon as you start working."
"Can you really give me some money?"
"I'll give you a salary plus pension in the first year. If you're interested, just bring it up and we'll sit down and talk about how much you should get."
"Okay, I'll take a long vacation from the factory and start working for you first."
"Okay, then wait for my notification. I'll let you know when the restaurant is ready to go to work."
"good."
Nan Yi didn't feel much sense of accomplishment after taking down Pang Erzhu. Pang Erzhu had a son who was a temporary worker in the factory. There were no extra positions in the factory, so he had no chance of becoming a regular employee.
When Pang Erzhu comes out, it will be a good opportunity for his son to take over the position.
So, Pang Erzhu originally had the motivation to retire early, and it was normal for him to agree when he met Nan Yi, a fool who was willing to pay a high price.
After sending Pang Erzhu to the gate of the third rolling mill, Nan Yi asked Huzi to drive to Houhai.
Duanjinlou is positioned as a restaurant for the common people, and Pang Erzhu, the Beijing-style Sichuan chef, is just the right fit; while Mingzhulou is positioned as a high-end restaurant that tends to serve private dishes. If there is a restaurant in Beijing that is suitable for this kind of restaurant, it would have to be Qin's cuisine.
Tan’s cuisine is the imperial court cuisine of the Qing Dynasty and is also the current state banquet cuisine. It sounds very high-end.
The person Nan Yi was going to Houhai to meet was one of the successors of the Qin family cuisine, named Peng Xiuquan, and the only difference between him and the one from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was his surname.
