Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing called Fatty Liu aside and said softly:

"Fatty Liu, I want this batch of stuff.

Although prices are a little more relaxed, money and food are not a problem.

Remember, don't leave anything behind.

If this local scholar refuses to agree and wants to sell the goods to foreigners, you should call Lai Saner, Zhang Mazi and others to teach him a lesson.

By the way, you should also tell Chen Dagen about this matter. He knows how to do it."

Fatty Liu nodded.

"Master He, don't worry.

Among our brothers, there are those who know the origin of this earth rat, and they can’t cause any trouble.

I promise that you will get everything you want.

Tomorrow, I will send it to the warehouse for you."

He Daqing patted Fatty Liu on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, then turned and left.

He Daqing didn't care how Fatty Liu negotiated or bought things, he just wanted a result.

As for whether Fatty Liu would cook the books, He Daqing wasn't too worried.

If you want to play tricks, just do it. When the time comes, you will have to pay back all the money you got, including the principal and interest, to me, He Daqing.

As for the rat, if he listens to orders, then it will be easy.

If they don't listen, then I, He Daqing, will teach them a lesson by following the "Interim Measures for the Investigation and Excavation of Ancient Cultural Sites and Ancient Tombs" promulgated in 1950.

Although the legislation is a bit vague, it also has its advantages. It has more freedom and is easier to implement.

This bronze distillery is a major discovery that can overturn our historical understanding. It is no exaggeration to call it a national treasure.

He Daqing even had a bold idea.

The origin of distilled liquor is most likely from the Mongols' westward expedition, when it was introduced to the Middle East and then to Europe.

The first distilled liquor technology that Europeans came into contact with came from the Middle East, so it is natural to assume that distilled liquor technology originated from the Middle East.

Any sophistry is meaningless in the face of facts.

He Daqing, who had just gotten a glimpse of the historical truth, was extremely excited and wanted to find someone to tell about the great secret he had discovered.

But after walking around the factory, I found that there was no one to discuss this topic with.

"Hey~

The huge Red Star Steel Mill is full of petty profiteers.

It’s boring, boring, it’s hard to find a soulmate...”

He Daqing sighed, and the cigarettes in his hand no longer smelled good.

I returned to the office and flipped through the newspaper that had just been delivered.

A striking headline on the newspaper immediately sucked He Daqing's soul away.

If Miracles Had Colors...

Wow, this title is good, good, it has the style of me, He Daqing.

I am a cultured man, but I have to deal with these uncouth people all day long.

How did the saying go? A pearl is thrown into the dark, and talent is not appreciated. This is exactly what my grandfather He Daqing said.

With my literary talent, if I were in ancient times, I would have been able to become a scholar.

Mr. Juren, I dare not aim too high. Your greatest strength is that you know yourself.

Ah ~

I want to recite a poem.

I carry Huazi in my pocket and give a few to everyone I meet.

The mouth contains ten thousand volumes of clouds, and the belly contains a thousand warehouses of ink.

I am indeed a talented person, wow.

A contemporary literary giant, He Daqing from Nanluoguxiang.

A puff of smoke came out, and He Daqing was sublimated, intoxicated in his own spiritual world, jumped onto the desk, and danced...

Li Huaide led an old man wearing glasses and a Zhongshan suit towards He Daqing's office.

When he approached the office, Li Huaide stopped.

In the surprised eyes of the old man in the Zhongshan suit, he somehow took out a green hat from his pocket and put it on his head.

A gust of wind blew open the door of He Daqing's office, revealing the scenery inside the office.

The scene of He Daqing sitting at his desk, squinting his eyes, smoking and dancing.

It suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

He Daqing's deformed dancing posture seemed to be fixed at the moment the door opened.

Like the movements of an uncoordinated person with cerebral palsy, or an ape.

In order to ease the embarrassment, He Daqing twisted a few more times and did two hip-lifting movements.

He Daqing jumped down from the table and cursed at the two men:

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen Tai Chi?"

I'm practicing Kung Fu, these two have never seen the world.

Xiao Li, come in.

You are wearing a hat this time, so go ahead and tell me what's the matter?"

Li Huaide led the old man in the Zhongshan suit into He Daqing's office and explained the situation to the old man.

"Professor Wu, this is Comrade He Daqing, the head of the security department of our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Chief He, this is Professor Wu from Qinghua University. "

He Daqing enthusiastically stretched out his hands, held Professor Wu's hands, and shook them up and down.

"Hello, hello, Professor Wu.

My name is He Daqing, you can just call me Xiao He.

Come, have a cigarette, have a cigarette.

Oh, I have always loved dealing with educated people like you, and I’ve finally got you here.

Just tell me if you have anything to say. Is someone bullying you?

As long as you make a sound, I will beat him so hard that even his own mother won’t recognize him…”

Professor Wu laughed dryly twice, feeling a little uncomfortable with He Daqing's familiarity.

He Daqing didn't care and just fell for it.

For a man of letters, this is called character.

After personally making a cup of hot tea for Professor Wu, He Daqing finally had time to ask about the real business.

"Li Huaide, please go out first.

We are educated people. You are a junior college graduate, so it is not appropriate for you to be here.”

Under the threat of He Daqing's eyes, Li Huaide had no choice but to curse softly as he walked out of the door.

Only after seeing Li Huaide leave did He Daqing continue the conversation.

"Professor Wu, what brings you here this time? Just tell me.

On behalf of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, I will do my best to help you solve the problem. "

Professor Wu took a sip of tea and then said:

"Good tea~

Huangshan Maojian, it seems that Section Chief He is also a tea lover.

I came here because of you.

Zhao Qingfeng was originally my student, and he admires you very much.

It is said that you are one in a million in terms of both your skills and your ability to survive in the wild.

We have organized a scientific expedition mission that needs to be carried out in an uninhabited area, and we are selecting elite soldiers and generals..."

He Daqing immediately looked embarrassed.

No Man's Land, these three words make my hair stand on end.

Although I have some abilities, accidents are bound to happen.

He has a wife and children, who are still so young, and he is the boss of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. His life is so wonderful.

What no-man's land? I, He Daqing, don't want to go there at all.

Unfortunately, I patted my chest too loudly just now and it’s hard to straighten it out.

If it were an ordinary person, he would just blame it.

But in front of Professor Wu, He Daqing wanted to retain some dignity.

"Professor Wu, to be honest, it was Old Zhao who praised me too much.

I, He Daqing, have been weak and sickly since I was young. Even a slightly stronger wind can make me dizzy.

No man's land or anything like that, I can't help~

I can’t help you…”