Spring Thunder Chapter 0209: Marriage or not, the colorful flags should remain
"Rook six level four. "
Peng Xiuquan: "The elephant moves from five to three."
"Two soldiers equal three."
Peng Xiuquan: "Knight seven to five."
"Knight three moves forward to five, checkmate."
In the Forbidden City, outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Peng Xiuquan was sitting on the ground with a chessboard in front of him, and he was thinking silently.
After a long while, he said, "Sergeant."
Nan Yi turned his back to the chessboard, resting his hands behind his back, and looked aimlessly at the tourists coming and going. "The rook is at four and five, and the general is dead. You have no chess pieces left."
Peng Xiuquan looked at the chessboard and said, "No, we'll win two out of three."
"It doesn't matter, six wins out of eleven is fine."
After hearing what Nan Yi said, Peng Xiuquan opened his left hand, and the chess piece in his hand rolled on the chessboard and then rolled to the ground.
"Okay, I lost. I will definitely honor our bet, but you have to tell me why you are so good at chess."
Nan Yi turned around and looked at Peng Xiuquan's face. "Do you want to hear the truth?"
"nonsense."
"You stay in the alley every day, and you are invincible with your river patrol cannon. Do you think you are the only one who can defeat the enemy? To be honest, with your level, let alone being invincible, you can't even be ranked in West City." Nan Yi said, waving his hands, "Sorry, sorry, I was wrong. I should say that you can't even defeat the Shishahai."
"Hey, grandson, who are you scolding?"
Peng Xiuquan became anxious when Nan Yi looked down on him so much that he slapped the chessboard and wanted to stand up and fight.
Nan Yi shook his head, turned around and walked slowly, "The truth always hurts. I'll give you some face when you go to work the day after tomorrow. Three cars will pick you up. They're all black license plates."
"That's more like it."
Peng Xiuquan muttered, put away the chessboard and chess pieces, and walked out humming the tune of "Twelve-Storied Tower". "The first month of the year is the New Year, my husband goes out to sweep the border, I have no time to light the lanterns, I pack up the bow... the bow and arrows, I am too busy to rest..."
Nan Yi, who was walking in front, was humming Peking Opera, " Tiananmen Square , the Forbidden City, the Yongle Bell rings for eternity; the Ming Tombs, Daqianmen, the red maple forest of Xiangshan."
In the afternoon, Nan Yi went to the Xidan vegetable market and bought a bunch of vegetables. Some of the vegetables would take a long time to prepare, so he started preparing them as soon as he returned to the courtyard.
For example, to make the authentic nine-turn large intestine, you must first clean it with baking soda, white vinegar, and cornstarch. You also have to flatten the intestine and clean the intestinal oil inside. The lumps of intestinal oil have to be torn off.
Next, you have to make the intestines by overlapping the pig intestines, with the intestines stacked on top of each other, with the head facing the buttocks, so that it becomes four layers. This is four sets of intestines.
Then the large intestine needs to be boiled in a lead pot for a long time, cut into pieces, add sugar color, seasoning, etc. If Nan Yi hadn't learned the true skills from Master Hua, this dish would have taken three hours.
It took Nan Yi more than four hours to prepare dinner, and Liu Zhen came back from get off work just in time to eat.
"Nan Yi, I heard that the higher-ups are planning to open another bank."
"Want to jump?"
"I have an idea. Once the preparatory committee is established, I want to go there and be a pioneer."
"Do you want to go yourself, or does your boss want to go and take you with him?"
"My leader wants to go, she wants to take me with her, and I want to go too."
Nan Yi stuffed a cola chicken wing into his mouth, and when he pulled it, the meat remained in his mouth, while the skeleton was pulled out without a trace of meat stuck on it.
After chewing the chicken wings into pieces and eating them, Nan Yi said, "Go if you want to. It can be considered as an internship in advance. However, you may not stay for long. Before the middle of 1985, you still have to work for Morgan or Citibank for a period of time.
It would be best if you could also set aside some time to spend some time in a Japanese bank to learn their service model and then integrate the strengths of each bank.”
"Why, do you think the exchange rate agreement will be signed in 1985?"
"Not really. My patience will only last until the beginning of 1986. By the middle of 1986, we must open our bank. If we don't have much capital by then, we can open a small bank first and expand it little by little."
"I see." Liu Zhen nodded and said, "Someone asked me to watch a movie today. It's a man."
"Whose young master is he?"
"No, he was a mechanic in a textile factory. Once on the bus, he had no money to buy a ticket, so I bought it for him."
"Tsk tsk, that's a pity, if you were a young master, I would just send you to arrange a marriage."
"Do you believe me? I'll pour all the soup on your face?" Liu Zhen grabbed the soup bowl on the table and pretended to pour it.
Nan Yi calmly picked up the spoon from the soup bowl, scooped some soup into his own bowl, slurped it up happily, wiped his mouth after drinking, and then said, "Just a mechanic, you want me to feel a sense of crisis?"
"He's a nice guy."
"How is it good?"
"He invited me to his house for dinner and wanted to introduce his mother to me."
"Then he'll get you drunk and let you sleep over at his house for the night. He's a nice guy, so he won't do anything inappropriate to you, but his family will let all the neighbors know that you spent the night at his house.
Then I can righteously consider your reputation and suffer a little loss to get the marriage certificate with you."
"Okay, Zhiling has told you?"
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know you. If you didn't know something, you wouldn't tell such a story."
"You're quite clever. This Sun Erbao you mentioned is a good man, but he's also a bit cunning. Plus, he has a 65-year-old unmarried woman at home, so she's definitely not a good person."
"Nan Yi, is it polite for you to say that to an old man?"
"It's rude. My conscience hurts." Nan Yi said teasingly, and then said seriously: "Want to get married?"
"Um."
"Wait a little longer. I'm not yet of legal marriage age."
"Tsk, a man from Hong Kong can get married at the age of 18."
"Oh, I forgot that my household registration has been moved to Xiangkeng." Nan Yi patted his head hypocritically and said, "Then wait a moment, I will think of an excuse."
"Give me the truth."
"Being single is also a kind of asset. As a promising young man, many people will like me and want to marry their daughters to me and bring me on board their family. If you want to get married, wait a little longer. You can have children earlier."
"Nan Yi, you are such a bastard."
"Why don't you say that you are greedy for more? My brother and sister are good, but they have to worry about my health. I don't have an easy life."
"Bah, so shameless." Liu Zhen spat, then reached out and touched Nan Yi's face, "Why do you want so much?"
"I have been chasing kites for too long. In this life, I want to be a kite flyer."
"Collect the toothpaste tubes..."
As the two were staring, they heard shouting outside.
"Do you have any toothpaste tubes at home?"
"There are two."
"I'll trade it for candy."
Nan Yi stood up, walked to a corner of the yard, picked up two toothpaste tubes from the windowsill where miscellaneous items were kept, and walked out.
"How do I change it?"
"One toothpaste tube for a piece of candy."
“It’s not a candy man.”
"Bring me a few more toothpaste tubes and I'll blow them for you."
"No, sugar is sugar."
The person collecting toothpaste tubes took out two pieces of tri-acid color from a glass jar and handed them to Nan Yi, "Here you go."
"oh."
After taking the three acid colors, Nan Yi's mind started to work again. A toothpaste tube uses about 6 grams of aluminum. A ton of aluminum is 1 million grams. Aluminum is about 12,000 per ton now. A toothpaste tube is 7.2 cents...
Pah, Nan Yi rewarded himself and spat, "It's nothing, you really don't want to let go of any money."
Well, actually, Nan Yi thought about how frugal people are with toothpaste nowadays. They just squeeze a little bit on the toothbrush every time they brush their teeth. A tube of toothpaste can last for several months, and the more ruthless ones can use it for a whole year.
In rural areas, many people still use salt to brush their teeth. Some people don’t even have a toothbrush, so they just dip a finger in some wood ash and rub it on their teeth.
The national annual production capacity is at most 100 million tubes, and if all the toothpaste tubes are packed together, it would only be 600 tons. The profit would be split in half, then in half again, and then divided again. The maximum profit would be about one million yuan a year. He was so bored that he would do it.
"What did you change?"
"What else? Candy." Nan Yi threw two sour tricolors on the table.
Liu Zhen stuffed two sour three-color pills into his pocket and said, "Okay, I'll keep them on my body and give them to the little brats in the alley."
"Um."
"There's a dance hall opening in Dashilan. I heard it's pretty good."
"Why, are you interested in this kind of place?"
"I'm not interested. I just want to see it. I haven't been to the country for several years."
"Then we can go to an international restaurant some other day. Forget about the dance halls out there. In 1980, there was a notice on the prohibition of commercial dances and spontaneous dances in public places. They are defying the law. If we go and get caught, we'll be in trouble. We might even be sent to the northwest.
Last time I saw a sign on the wall of the Zhichun Pavilion Restaurant in the Summer Palace prohibiting finger-guessing games, calling orders, playing music, and dancing.”
"It's not as serious as you say. If I don't want to go, then I won't go."
"It will be more serious than what I said, Comrade Liu Zhen, you have to be careful about your identity."
"whispering sound."
