Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Minister Lin’s coma alarmed the people outside again.

Everyone rushed over and looked at Minister Lin who had fainted again, and questioned He Daqing.

He Daqing raised his head.

“What are your identities?

Dare you question me?

What I discussed with Minister Lin were confidential matters. It is not your turn to ask questions.

Damn it, why don’t you send Minister Lin to the hospital quickly! "

They were all people around Minister Lin, and they knew He Daqing, the lawless scoundrel, very well.

He couldn't win the argument or the beating, so he could only say a few harsh words and hurried away with Minister Lin.

He Daqing slapped his head in annoyance. If anything happened to Old Lin, He Daqing would have to suffer the consequences.

I hope he is okay!

Shrugging helplessly, He Daqing continued to sleep soundly.

He Daqing slept until noon, then he stretched and felt refreshed.

Where there are foreigners, it's smelly and foul.

The motherland is still the best, the air is sweet.

After leaving the guesthouse, He Daqing strolled on the streets of Shanghai.

At this time, Shanghai's prosperity had begun to show.

As for cars, it seems that there are more than in the old city.

There are also many brands of cars, most of which are American brands.

It’s different in Beijing, most of the cars are Russian cars.

It’s not that the leaders can’t afford to drive American cars, it’s mainly because of political correctness.

As the capital of a socialist country, isn't it a joke that Beijing is filled with cars from capitalist countries?

As for the so-called liberal market promoted by the Americans, it is simply a joke.

China's industry is just starting out now. How can we compete with them?

He Daqing just didn't believe that if China's industry took off.

The Americans will still advocate a free market and will certainly protect and support their own country's industry.

We have a whole shipload of technical data and drawings brought back from Japan.

He Daqing believed that as long as these things were digested, it would not take long for China's industry to catch up.

He Daqing has seen foreign devils before.

Frankly speaking, foreigners’ brains are simply not as good as Chinese people’s.

As long as the Chinese people unite as one, the foreigners will sooner or later become a thing of the past.

He Daqing swaggered into a restaurant and waved his hand.

"Waiter, come here and take your order!"

The waiter munched on some melon seeds and rolled his eyes at He Daqing.

"Soul calling~

Can’t you tell for yourself what dish you want to eat?

It's all written on the blackboard.

If I hadn't seen you dressed like a gentleman, I wouldn't have bothered to talk to you."

He Daqing was confused.

I just came back from Japan, and I’m still having trouble adapting to the new environment.

If this were in Japan, I, He Daqing, would burn down this crappy shop after having this meal.

Well, it’s good that the proletariat is in charge.

He Daqing reluctantly accepted the reality, nodded to the waiter, and turned to look at the blackboard.

All I saw on the blackboard was written: 9 cents for plain noodles and 2 taels for food coupons.

Shredded pork noodles cost 1.2 cents, and two taels of food coupons.

Green pepper pork shreds...

The price was so high that He Daqing almost couldn't react.

It seems that what Lao Lin said about issuing new money during the Chinese New Year has become a fait accompli.

I didn't expect that the efficiency would be so fast.

Not far from the blackboard, there is another big-character poster.

It says:

One new RMB can buy the equivalent of ten thousand old RMB!

Not only will money not be lost, but prices will be more stable!

In order to convince the common people of the credibility of the new currency, a portrait of the Chinese leader was printed on the big-character poster.

He Daqing's pocket was full of old money, not a single new penny at all.

He took out a cigarette, lit it up, walked to the counter and asked:

"Comrade, I don't have new money. Can I pay with old money?"

The waiter looked impatient. If it weren't for the fact that He Daqing was dressed like a leader, he would have kicked him out long ago.

"It's just a meal, and you're asking so many questions, where do all these problems come from?

No, we only accept new money here!

Go, go, go, if you don’t have money, change some…”

The waiter shook his hands as if swatting away a fly.

He Daqing immediately got angry. He had never suffered such humiliation before he became a hooligans.

Now that I'm a vice-ministerial level leader, can't you be more polite when talking to me?

He opened his mouth and cursed:

"What's your attitude, bitch?

We are all comrades of the proletariat. Why are you so arrogant?

Do you think the restaurant is a government office in the old society?"

The waiter also got angry.

"Where did you come from, little bastard, to dare to act wild here?

Why don’t you go out and ask where this place is?

After saying that, he bared his teeth and claws, trying to scratch He Daqing's face. "

He Daqing slapped the waiter in the face, grabbed the other person's hair, and lifted him up.

He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the waiter's face.

"You stinky bitch, how dare you act wild with me?

What are you looking at?

I always like beating women!

Damn old man, I'm talking about you. If you look at me again, I'll beat you up too!"

While He Daqing was scolding the waitress, he also cursed the other restaurant staff.

The people in the restaurant have never been treated like this before.

They have always been the ones who beat up the customers. When did the customers dare to challenge him?

The eye-catching slogan on the wall of the hotel is the best proof.

It says:

"Don't beat customers without reason!"

This means that as long as restaurant staff can find a reason, they can beat diners at will.

He Daqing hadn't been arrogant for long before several cooks came out from the kitchen with knives and sticks.

"How dare you come to our restaurant and cause trouble!

It's really like an old man hanging himself, he is tired of living!

I'll beat the shit out of you today!"

Before he could finish his polite words, the cooks rushed towards He Daqing.

He threw the waitress into the corner, picked up a stool, and rushed towards the cooks.

Facing the first-class combat hero and special meritorious contributor He Daqing.

Many of the chefs couldn't even survive a single encounter.

He Daqing was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, killing people everywhere.

After a while, none of the cooks were left standing.

The other diners in the restaurant were eager to applaud.

If the restaurant didn't have a richer supply and wanted to eat something good, who would be willing to put up with this?

After the fight, He Daqing took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

I swaggered out of the restaurant and didn't dare to eat in this restaurant anymore.

If we still eat here, the chefs will definitely add ingredients to the food.

Before he had walked far, He Daqing saw a bank.

The staff, holding large tin loudspeakers, shouted to the crowd on the street, asking people to exchange their old money for new money as soon as possible.

There are two large trucks on the left with the words "currency exchange truck" labeled on the front of the trucks, and money is being loaded into the trucks. They should be trucks going to the countryside to exchange money.

To the right of the bank is the supply and marketing cooperative, which even set up its stalls on the street, and its slogans are very straightforward.

"The government is issuing new RMB, which is based on a large amount of materials!"