Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 390 Too Far After the Power Outage
Miss Ji still looked down on Xiaohong, and even classified her as a traitor.

Can a woman who acts as an outside room for devils have good things?
This is Miss Ji's idea. Although she is chatting and laughing on the surface, she is very responsive in her heart.

However, Miss Ji is also a lady of the family, well-educated, and with Zhang Fengling by her side, she still restrained a lot and did not improvise her eloquence.

Still, her words were sharp.

Who is Xiao Hong? She lived in a brothel since she was a child, and then became a double agent. Naturally, her insight is far beyond ordinary people. So from the time Ji Wushuang started chatting with her, she knew that this young lady looked down on her.

So what?
Xiaohong didn't care about these things, and chatted with her as if nothing had happened.

This attitude made Ji Wushuang feel like he had hit the cotton with his fist.

I don't know if Xiaohong is really stupid or fake?
"Sister An, what is your relationship with Teacher Edogawa?" Ji Wushuang decided to start from the weak link.

Xiaohong blinked her eyes and said solemnly: "I am his woman!"

Ji Wushuang nodded, with a surprised expression on his face: "Then you should know that he is from Dongying, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaohong knew how to answer. The rest of the words were not pleasant. After thinking about it for a while, she simply pretended to be happy: "I know! He also said that he would pick me up after two years." Going to Japan!"

As a patriotic little angry youth, Ji Wushuang looked at Xiaohong with a happy face, and judged in her heart that this girl is a fool, and she must have been deceived by that scum Xu San with sweet words.

That guy is a reporter, he is a writer, and smooth talk is his specialty, and he can easily deceive such an inexperienced girl.

At this moment, Ji Wushuang suddenly felt a little sympathy, and also had a thought that he didn't want all the good cabbage to be humiliated by pigs, so he told Xu San a secret that was not a secret, "Then you know, she There are fiancées in Dongpu, even if you go there, you can only be kept in captivity!"

"Does she have a fiancée in Dongying?" Xiaohong asked suspiciously. She really didn't know about this, and it was the first time she heard about it. A little worried.

"Yes, there is a fiancée, who is also the daughter of Dongying Martial Arts Master." Ji Wushuang lowered his voice as he spoke, and leaned into Xiaohong's ear, "Besides, this fiancée is not honorable. .”

"Ahem~" Zhang Fengling coughed twice again, "Don't judge your teacher in private, aren't you afraid that he will punish you?"

"I'm not afraid! What's more, what I said is that he does have a fiancée in Dongying!" Ji Wushuang said insincerely, because although Xu Sanliu's homework is not much, it is usually the difficult ones that drive her crazy.

Zhang Fengling did not deny it, but said sternly: "Then you can't just judge your teacher behind his back. Don't you even understand the basic etiquette of respecting teachers?"

Ji Wushuang pouted, not daring to refute anymore.

But at this moment, Xiao Hong was scratching her head. She wanted to know what method Xu San used to get Dongying's wife.

"Miss Ji, just tell me. You see, I'm a weak woman. Now I'm just relying on you. Tell me about him and get to know him better. I promise I won't go out and talk nonsense. "

"Yeah." Ji Wushuang peeked at Zhang Fengling and found that he was staring at her closely. She had no choice but to laugh at Xiaohong, "It's really nothing, it's just a family marriage, a strong alliance, haha."

"Is that so?" Xiaohong pretended to believe it, but she complained in her heart, Xu San is a native of China, where did the marriage come from, there must be something tricky about it.

No way, Zhang Fengling watched closely, Ji Wushuang wouldn't speak, but it didn't matter, Xiaohong believed that she would pry Xu San's mouth open at night and get the truth.

After saying a few words, Xiaohong filled the teacups of the two of them with water. After the water was filled, he shook the thermos in his hand and said, "Sorry, there's no boiling water. I'll go get some."

While talking, Xiaohong glanced at Ji Wushuang with a hidden look.

Ji Wushuang immediately understood, and said, "Take me too, I've never been here before, just show me around." Then he stood up, planning to fetch water with Xiaohong, and then took this opportunity to give Xu Three made a rumor.

Zhang Fengling didn't stop this move, she also knew Miss Jiji's temper, she would tell about Xu San's crap sooner or later, anyway, as long as she couldn't see it, let her say whatever she wanted.

So the two girls walked out of the ward each holding a thermos.

But as soon as he went out, he met Xu San.

The girls looked at Xu San in a daze, feeling a little overwhelmed with guilt.

"Want to fetch water?" Xu San looked at the kettles in the girls' hands and asked, then reached out and snatched the thermos from Miss Ji's hand.

As soon as he got the kettle, he felt that the weight was wrong.

After shaking, there was more than half of it left. Then, he snatched the thermos from Xiaohong's hand and found that there was still a lot of thermos left.

He looked at the two girls who had their own ghosts in doubt and asked, "Aren't there many more?"

"It's not hot anymore, let's go get new ones!" The two girls said in unison.

After finishing speaking, the two girls met each other and smiled, feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.

Although he was a bit puzzled, Xu San didn't care about such a trivial matter as fetching water, so he returned the thermos pot in his hand to the two girls, "Be careful, don't burn it."

"Ok!"

"Ok!"

The girls took the thermos and left.

Xu San also walked into the room, saw Zhang Fengling, and went up to salute, "Hello, Steward Zhang."

"Mr. Edogawa, hello." Zhang Fengling replied.

After flipping through the formalities, Zhang Fengling opened her bag and took out a sanitary napkin.

Seeing this thing, the corners of Xu San's eyes twitched, and he asked a little confusedly, "This... Butler Zhang, have you been doing this for a few days?"

Zhang Fengling smiled and handed the sanitary napkin into Xu San's hands, "Sir, you really forget things a lot, don't you forget? We once discussed about opening a factory together?"

After what Zhang Fengling said, Xu San immediately remembered that when he went to Phoenix City, he and Zhang Fengling discussed how to use sanitary napkins to earn women's money on the train, and they really talked about opening a factory. Recalling it carefully, Zhang Fengling was really fooled at that time.

Looking at the sanitary napkin in his hand, Xu San said with a wry smile, "This... I was just talking casually at the time, but I didn't expect Steward Zhang to take it seriously."

"Our Ji family is a family of merchants. How could we turn a blind eye to this kind of money-making business. After that time, I saw the master in Jingang and told him about it. After listening to the master's way of doing business, the master I agree very much, and decided to open a factory in Taiyuan, which is considered as the dowry of the young lady."

"Does Wushuang know about this?" Xu San asked.

"She knows it, but she is not interested in this, so I leave it to me." Zhang Fengling said with a helpless smile.

Xu San wanted to speak, but his mouth felt dry.

Just now I went to see Matsushita Shingen's attending doctor with Hua Zejin, basically he was bluffing for nothing all the time, and I was so busy that I didn't even drink my saliva.

After speaking a few words until now, I suddenly felt that my throat seemed to be smoking.

Looking around the ward, I found that both water bottles had been taken away.

There was no other way, he could only lick his lips, swallowed his saliva and continued, "Butler Zhang, you also know that my place is inconvenient, and I really can't get out of work to manage a factory again." Xu San didn't want to take this job, He is well aware of how energy-intensive it is to manage a factory. His cement factory can be said to be completely militarized. Even so, it still tortures him physically and mentally.

Zhang Fengling is another identity of Fan Ji, Zhang Fengling knows whether Xu San is busy or not!

So, she is complaining crazily in her heart at this moment, you don't have time! ?You have spent all your time and energy chasing after that old woman Hua Zejin. Look at what you have been doing these days since you came too far away.Except for teaching Ji Wushuang's marksmanship, she didn't seem to be doing anything serious, and this teaching only lasted for one day, the rest of the time she was lying on the bed, and finally woke up, still fooling around with that kiln sister named An Hong.

However, it is not useless, at least it helped me a little.

Of course Zhang Fengling wouldn't show what she was thinking, but she also had a suitable remark: "This is also what my master meant. He wanted to meet you, but unfortunately it was delayed because of your injury."

"The old man of the Ji family wants to see me?" Xu San was puzzled, but he seemed to understand a little bit, perhaps because the old man of the Ji family wanted to see him, Fujita Chong arranged for me to do this task.

"Yes, the master said that if you come to manage this factory, you can get [-]% of the shares." Zhang Fengling started to make up for it, and put forward a very attractive condition.

"Then how much does the Ji family plan to invest in this factory?" Xu Sanrao asked with interest.

"Now more than 2 yuan has been invested in the ocean. If the overseas business development goes well, at least [-] yuan can be followed up."

More than 2 oceans is a huge amount of money in this era. Xu San thinks about his cement plant, which is probably the same amount he has invested until now.

Thirty percent of twenty thousand is six thousand, and three percent of fifty thousand is fifteen thousand.

just
let yourself make sanitary napkins
It's not impossible, not to mention, this factory is still the dowry of comrades.

Based on the idea that revolutionary comrades should help each other, I made up my mind, "Since it is what Mr. Ji meant, I have no choice but to be disrespectful."

Seeing that Xu San agreed, Zhang Fengling was relieved, so she didn't have to change to Fan Ji to say it again, after all, it hurts to pinch her face once.

His gaze returned to the sanitary napkin in his hand again.

Xu San found that the shape of this thing was almost the same as that of his later generations, but it was two circles bigger and a lot thicker. If it was improved, it would be a proper baby diaper.

"Sir, what do you think of this shape design? It is made according to the appearance you described." Zhang Fengling said.

"It just feels a little bigger. If it's two sizes smaller, it'll be a little thinner." After speaking, he rubbed it with his hand twice, "The surface is too rough, and it doesn't feel good to the touch."

"Sense of touch?" Zhang Fengling didn't understand Xu San's words.

Xu San shook this oversized sanitary napkin, this thing is for the most private place, you made it like sandpaper, if it walks, it will be rubbed and rubbed."

The scene Xu San mentioned, Zhang Fengling can bring into it with a little thought.

She blushed a bit, "When I started the design, I only considered anti-slip, and didn't think about that. After my husband reminded me, it was really inappropriate."

Putting the sanitary napkin on the small table next to the bed, Xu San pondered for a moment and said, "There are only so many problems for the time being. When I am discharged from the hospital, take me to the factory to see the specific problems, and I also want to meet with the technician. .”

"Okay, but now there is a power outage, and the factory is still on holiday."

"Then wait for two days. The power outage has been going on for three days. Why should I call? Could it be that the power plant was destroyed by the Eighth Route Army?" Xu San asked with a sad face.

"That's not true. There is a regiment of troops stationed in a thermal power plant that is too far away. The Eighth Route Army is not so easy to take down."

"Then there must be a reason, right? Such a large-scale destruction must be man-made. Could it be that the Central Army did it?" Xu San threw the blame out.

Zhang Fengling shook her head and said, "It's not something that ordinary people like us know about, and the officials haven't given an explanation, but there are rumors in the market that this is God's punishment! It's God."

Zhang Fengling was at a loss for words, as if she was reorganizing the language.

From Zhang Fengling's scruples, Xu San knew that the folk rumors must not be very pleasant, but he is not a real Dongying person, so he said indifferently: "It's okay, Steward Zhang doesn't need to be shy, it's okay to speak up."

"It is rumored among the people that the people of Dongying did a lot of evil and angered the Jade Emperor, so the Jade Emperor dispatched a general named Thor to punish him from heaven."

Xu San scratched his head and asked, "Is someone dead?"

"Four power plant workers died in the substation!"

"People from Dongying?" Xu San asked.

Zhang Fengling nodded.

cool!

Xu San was overjoyed.

However, he changed his mind and worried about his compatriots again.

So he continued to ask, "Did any Chinese people die because of this accident?"

"I'm not sure about this. Reports are limited. If ordinary Chinese people die, they will die. Newspapers will not waste space reporting these insignificant things."

What Zhang Fengling said made Xu San feel a little sad, why did the Huaxia people die as soon as they died.

This contemptuous attitude makes people very uncomfortable.

Although this era is like this, it is so cruel when it is said by people.

"How did the four people in the substation die?" Xu San brought the topic to the four Dongying people.

"I don't know about this either. The newspaper just mentioned it in passing, without detailing it."

"I know this!" Ji Wushuang's voice came from the door.

　Cavin is so uncomfortable, he has been stuck for two days.

　　In addition, my son started school to make up his homework, and he became mentally and physically exhausted again.

　　Homework.
　　My son wrote a 350-word composition, and I wrote him a 100-word outline.

　　An hour later, I saw the 90-character composition coming out.
　　It seems like I was like this when I was a child.

　　keep writing
　　But recently, women's dramas have been written more. This seems to be related to the daughter-in-law who chases dramas every day. Even if she doesn't watch it, she will passively accept it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)