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Kong Lingxian glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Sir, I'm sorry. Saving one person is all I can do. I really can't help you."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man knelt on the muddy ground with a plop, kowtowed to Kong Lingxian, tears streaming down his eyes, "Girl, please be kind, I have a 70-year-old mother and three little wolves (dogs) at home, if I'm gone, they won't survive either."

Bang, bang, bang, one bang after another, "Please be merciful, please be merciful, I will never forget your great kindness..."

Kong Lingxian didn't react yet. Xie Huzi, who just knew that he didn't have to die, began to feel sympathy. With a face full of compassion, he said to Kong Lingxian: "Bear girl, please save me. We are all from Shandong..."

Without giving Xiehuzi a chance to continue speaking, Kong Lingxian picked up a shovel from the ground with a dark face, swung it half a circle and hit Xiehuzi on the head.

Bang Bang Bang!
He hit it three times in one breath, using a little force. The scorpion's scalp was rubbed by the bumps on the shovel, and blood flowed down his forehead.

swoosh~
Throwing the shovel on the ground, Narcissus walked up to Park Yun-seop and whispered something to him.

Park Yun-seop nodded after listening to him, called a military policeman to his side, whispered a few words to him, and then shouted loudly: "Prepare for execution."

Swish.

The military police lined up in a row loaded their guns and aimed at the targets they were responsible for.

The team was not very orderly. The military policeman in charge of Xiehuzi was holding a longer Type 99 Arisaka rifle, more than 30 centimeters ahead of the others. When the muzzle of the gun fell into Xiehuzi's eyes, it was no different from sticking it in his face.

Scorpion Tiger urinated, and the crotch of his pants, which was originally sticking to his thighs, sank down, forming a bulge the size of an egg, and urine dripped out.

With a plop, his legs went limp and he sat down on the urine and mud.

Xie Huzi opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely, "Bear girl, help~help...me."

"shooting!"

Bang, bang, bang, a series of gunshots rang out, and the people in the pit fell one after another, even Xie Huzi was no exception.

The difference is that while the others fell in a pool of blood, only Xiehuzi fell in a pool of urine.

Three junior gendarmes put away their guns, one untied the bag at the edge of the pit, and two reached into the bag with shovels and shoveled quicklime powder into the pit.

Kong Lingxian lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Not long ago, she learned to smoke, firstly for the need of socializing, and secondly to cover up the smell, the smell of sweat, syphilis, and corpses from the refugees.

The two gendarmes sprinkled a layer of quicklime on the body and began to shovel dirt into the pit, throwing handfuls of yellow soil into the pit, turning circles as they did so.

Kong Lingxian smoked half a cigarette, but still saw no movement in the pit. She took two steps forward to the edge of the pit, reached into her pocket, took out a handful of coins and threw them into the pit one by one.

"One wishes for a long life, two wishes for wealth and honor, three wishes for a large family, four wishes for prosperity in all four seasons, five wishes for a good harvest, six wishes for good luck, seven wishes for good fortune, eight wishes for treasures from all directions, nine wishes for a long life, and ten wishes for perfection."

People are all made of flesh and blood. If it was just a small price to pay, she wouldn't mind saving one more compatriot. But regardless of whether they were innocent or not, the bodies in the pit all had the words "political prisoner" engraved on their foreheads. It would be fine if she saved an innocent person, but if she saved a "not innocent person", no one could guarantee that her Kong family would not end up being executed.

Taking on such a huge risk, mobilizing the resources of the East Asian Chamber of Commerce, and paying a large amount of US dollars, the price she has to pay is too high. If Xiehuzi is not related to her, she really doesn't want to wade into this muddy water.

Even now she hasn't figured out how to explain to President Nanyun. Sending Xiehuzi out of Korea requires the use of the Chamber of Commerce's resources. She doesn't know what President Nanyun will think of her.

Her thoughts were flying, the loess was floating, and the frightened scorpion tiger found that he was not completely dead. He stood up from the loess, spat a few times, choked a few times, cleared the dust from his mouth and nose, wiped his face, opened his eyes, and took in the colorful world.

In a trance, he discovered the vividness of this world.

It's good to be alive.

"Come up and follow me."

Kong Lingxian's words were not very warm, which ruined Xiehuzi's mood for composing a poem. He used all four legs to climb out of the pit, with his crotch, two trouser legs and ankles stained with bright yellow.

Kong Lingxian frowned, held his breath and said, "Follow me."

She came to Park Yun-seop again and handed him a cigarette. "Captain, I'm Kong Lingxian from the East Asia Chamber of Commerce. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me."

Park Yun-seop had just guessed about Kong Lingxian's identity. It was easy to guess that a woman who was on good terms with the Americans and was generous was the recently rising female president of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce. Now that he had confirmed it personally, his attitude instantly lowered a little.

"President Kong, I'm Park Yun-seop, please take care of me."

Kong Lingxian smiled faintly and said, "Captain Park, let's keep in touch in the future."

After exchanging greetings with Park Yun-seop and McGowen, and completing the formalities, Kong Lingxian left with Xiehuzi.

When the car approached the city of Yuanzhou, another jeep was waiting, with Guan Lao's subordinate Sun Rongcheng sitting in the car.

The two jeeps parked alternately, and Xiehuzi was thrown into Sun Rongcheng's car.

Kong Lingxian threw an envelope into Sun Rongcheng's arms, "Brother Rongcheng, help me send him to the Busan dock and watch him get on the ship."

Sun Rongcheng nodded and kicked the driving seat with his toes. The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car shot out.

After a while, Kong Lingxian's car continued to drive and drove onto the road to Daegu.

Ever since January 1 this year, when Seoul showed signs of changing hands again, businesses in Seoul moved south to Busan ahead of a large number of refugees. Guan Lao followed Jiang Dongxiu to rebuild his business network in Busan, while Kong Lingxian stayed briefly and then went to Daegu, where she established the East Asia Chamber of Commerce, which was independent of the previous system.

The East Asia Chamber of Commerce of Korea is an official branch of the Dongyang East Asia Trading Company. Different from previous businesses that were not covered up and could only be discussed under the table, all the businesses of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce are put on the table, abide by the laws of the Syngman Rhee regime, and pay taxes to it.

Simply put, the East Asia Chamber of Commerce is currently a company that only engages in formal trade.

The further south they went, the fainter the smell of gunpowder became. During the journey of more than 200 kilometers and more than four hours, Kong Lingxian hummed popular Korean songs at the time, such as "Why the Water Wheel Turns" and "Indian Incense" to relieve her boredom.

The road to Daegu is basically parallel to the railway, and the car will encounter a train going in the opposite direction on the road. Moreover, in the meantime, the song "Comrades, Sleep Well" floated out of the train window.

This is a popular song and also a military song of the South Korean army. It was born during the South Korean army's heroic counterattack last year. They liberated Seoul, captured Pyongyang, and pointed their swords at the Yalu River. Then in October, they were beaten badly, and no one sang this song anymore. Instead, the "Wife's Song" became popular, which expresses the heartbreak of a woman sending her husband to the front line.

The wind was howling as Kong Lingxian watched the cannon fodder being transported to the front line, silently praying that they would live longer and make it until the next vacation, so that they could spend the allowances they earned from working so hard at the Chamber of Commerce.

The South Korean army's sources of soldiers are divided into two categories, one is active patriotism, and the other is passive patriotism. The former are cultural youths who actively apply for non-commissioned officer schools, and if they are lucky, they will have several opportunities for promotion on the front line.

The latter are captured able-bodied men who are of appropriate age and not disabled. They are put on troop transports and sent to the battlefield after a pre-battle training. If they are still alive after their comrades have been replaced twice, they are automatically promoted to veterans and ruffians.

The former is a soldier of the country and enjoys all the benefits he deserves.

When the latter was alive, they were "brave warriors" in the eyes of the upper class. They could eat a full meal and smoke a few cigarettes, but they never mentioned the word "allowance". What the hell? Do you need to pay back for your patriotism?
If you die, you may not be included in the list of the dead. It will just be an addition to the word "positive" in some undisclosed document, and naturally there will be no pension.

As for allowances and pensions, you will have the opportunity to get them only when you have reached the stage of being an experienced person and are qualified to salute and shout "Congcheng".

After a bumpy ride on the road, Kong Lingxian arrived at the East Asia Chamber of Commerce office building not far from Daegu Railway Station at around 300: p.m. - a three-story building covering an area of ​​about square meters. It is located at a three-way intersection and is the only way to get to the railway station.

Kong Lingxian got off the car, turned a corner and went behind the office building, passed through an open iron gate and entered a yard. She saw a young man moving things onto a cart. Her brows relaxed and she walked up to the young man with a smile.

"Dou Huan, have you eaten yet?"

The young man's name is Jeon Doo-hwan, a student at Daegu Industrial High School. After the East-A Chamber of Commerce was established, it needed a group of people to move goods, so Jeon Doo-hwan came and worked and studied here.

Because he was a student and a cultured person, Kong Lingxian treated him differently and took care of him. As they gradually got to know each other, they naturally talked about their family situation. Quan Douhuan's ancestor was an official during the Imjin Japanese Invasion (Wanli Korean War), and was beheaded by Marshal Quan Yul in the Battle of Ulsan because he did not advance in battle.

By the time of Quan Douhuan's father's generation, the peasants had become poor, but Quan's father was a rural intellectual who knew Chinese characters, so he was elected as the head of the village.

The family has always attached great importance to Chinese education. When Quan Douhuan was young, he learned Chinese with his uncle in the private school Chuan Shangzhai at home, and read "Thousand Character Classic" and "Mingxin Baojian". In 1939, Quan's father mortgaged the ancestral land (clan land) to a gambler friend in the same village and was chased by the police station. During the pursuit, he pushed the inspection director off a cliff and fled to Panshi, Jilin with his family. Quan Douhuan entered elementary school.

In 1941, a fire burned all the family's harvested grains and furniture to ashes. Faced with the disaster, Quan's mother's homesickness became stronger. She wanted to die in her hometown, so the whole family returned to North Korea, settled in Daegu, and rented a house.

After that, Chun Douhuan dropped out of school for a while and worked as a deliveryman for a food factory owned by a Japanese, delivering natto to a pharmacy, or delivering newspapers to people. After that, he enrolled in the Kongang Academy and Xidao Elementary School, which were specially opened for dropouts, and graduated from elementary school at the age of 16.

In 1947, Chun Doo-hwan entered Daegu Industrial Middle School to study mechanics. He graduated from the school in 1950 and entered Daegu Industrial High School in June.

Kong Lingxian's father, Kong Chengtong, went too far in Guandong and made his way to Seoul, but most of his brothers, cousins, and clan members who had gone with him were now scattered across the Northeast.

Coincidentally, the family's neighbor in Panshi happened to be Kong Chengtong's younger brother Kong Chengshun and his family. With this additional connection, Kong Lingxian naturally felt closer to Quan Douhuan.

Quan Douhuan put down the goods in his hand and smiled shyly at Kong Lingxian, "President, I have eaten."

Kong Lingxian helped Quan Douhuan brush off the dust on his collar and said in a doting tone, "I've already told you, don't call me president, call me Nuna, call me that once and let me hear it."

Quan Douhuan scratched the back of his head and said shyly, "Nu Na."

Kong Lingxian helped Quan Douhuan brush off the dust, rubbed his hands to wipe off the loose dust, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it into Quan Douhuan's mouth. Then, he took out a DuPont flammable liquid lighter and lit it with a clang.

Quan Douhuan was stunned at first, and then his ears and eyes were attracted by the lighter, and he stared at it intently.

Kong Lingxian took back her hand, lit one for herself, and then raised the lighter in her hand, "Like it?"

Quan Douhuan nodded subconsciously.

Kong Lingxian handed the lighter forward and said, "Here you go."

"Nuna, I..." Quan Douhuan was surprised and a little embarrassed.

Kong Lingxian put the lighter into Quan Douhuan's hand and said, "Take it. I have more."

"I..." Quan Douhuan was about to politely refuse, but when he saw Kong Lingxian's eyes that would not tolerate rejection, he changed his words and said, "Thank you, Nuna."

"That's good. I haven't eaten yet. Come with me inside to eat more."

The food supply in Daegu was guaranteed to a certain extent, but the civilians could only keep themselves from starving to death. Not many people could eat to their heart's content. Jeon Doo-hwan was at the age when he ate at 11 o'clock and felt hungry at 12 o'clock. He was doing physical work, so his stomach should be growling at this time.

Sure enough, Quan Douhuan could remain polite and upright in the face of the temptation of the lighter, but he had no resistance to eating. He couldn't even say no and followed Kong Lingxian closely.

Half of the third floor of the office building belongs to Kong Lingxian personally, including an office, a reception room, a kitchen with a dining room, and a bedroom.

Going upstairs and entering the dining room, Kong Lingxian asked Quan Douhuan to light the ESSE-like dual-function fireplace for heating and cooking. She went to the window, lifted the antifreeze cotton layer, opened the window, and took a piece of frozen pork from the hook outside the window.

He carried the meat to the fireplace, cut it into slices, and soaked it in water with salt and vinegar.

I took a basin to the rooftop and took pickled cabbage, pickled radishes, pickled peppers and fresh cabbage from several jars and urns.

Go downstairs, grab a pair of scissors and cut the kimchi, then put them on a tray. Use a kitchen knife to cut the fresh cabbage into slices and set them aside.

After Quan Douhuan, who had been drooling the whole time, lit up the fireplace, he placed a frying pan and a cooking pot on the fireplace, slowly frying the pork belly and quickly stir-frying the cabbage, and then added water...

In less than a quarter of an hour, a large plate of fried pork belly and a large pot of ramen, um, from Shiye brand, appeared on the table.

Kong Lingxian took out a bottle of Lao Huangpi, filled two five-cent cups, drank one cup first, then each of them took a pot lid and ate ramen with pork belly and kimchi.

Quan Douhuan found this way of eating new and also felt it was absolutely luxurious. During the Spring Festival, his family didn't even dare to eat like this, as they couldn't survive.

Swish, slurp, gulp, two mouthfuls of noodles, a bite of kimchi, a piece of pork belly, he ate with such satisfaction and concentration.

Kong Lingxian's mind was not on eating, but on how to promote ramen.

A few days ago, Chairman Nanyun sent a telegram, asking her to take advantage of the opportunity when Pyongyang refugees brought Pyeongan-do cold noodles to the south to promote "Ramen Brand" ramen.

The Korean Peninsula mainly has a temperate monsoon climate, with large changes in temperature and humidity in spring and autumn, which is not suitable for wheat growth, especially winter wheat as food. It is difficult for it to survive the winter and reach the next year on the Korean Peninsula.

Since this area is not suitable for growing wheat, pasta naturally cannot become the staple food. Even going back a few decades, the vast majority of Koreans did not know what flour was. When it came to edible flour, they were only familiar with buckwheat flour.

Buckwheat flour is not familiar to all North Koreans, and not all areas of the Korean Peninsula are suitable for growing buckwheat. Based on the regional division after the North-South division, the main buckwheat producing areas are concentrated in an area north of Pyongyang - Pyongyang Province, Hamgyong Province, and Hwanghae Province.

During the Japanese occupation, Pyongyang was undoubtedly the food center of the Korean Peninsula. Regional cuisines from the north and south converged and improved here to form a unique food culture. As far as noodles are concerned, Pyongyang cold noodles are a must-try.

[During the Joseon Dynasty, Pyongyang belonged to Pyongyang Province.]
Cold noodles are made of buckwheat. Seoul-style cold noodles, which are different from Pyongyang cold noodles, began to appear in Seoul at the end of the last century. Then, with a large number of Pyongyang refugees moving south in the past two years, the refugees opened cold noodle restaurants all over South Korea in order to make a living. Faced with authentic Pyongyang cold noodles, Seoul-style cold noodles have no place to survive.

Today, Pyongyang cold noodles are very popular in South Korea, with about twenty to less than thirty cold noodle restaurants across the country.

Although South Korea is not a big country, the thirty or so cold noodle restaurants cannot be said to be a large number. It can only be said that cold noodles are still a relatively niche food in South Korea.

Buckwheat flour is not available everywhere and is not cheap. Moreover, not everyone can turn buckwheat flour into buckwheat noodles. It requires some skills. The preparation of cold noodle soup is not that simple either. A lot of ingredients and seasonings are needed. Restaurants can spread the cost by quantity, but the cost of home production is relatively high.

Various reasons have limited the entry of cold noodles into Korean households. Although buckwheat noodles have evolved from aristocratic food in ancient times to be compatible with modern times, there is still a long way to go before they can be popularized. This road is a thorny one for economic development.

Along with the order to promote ramen, there was also a Korean noodle analysis report, which introduced the development history of Korean noodles from a more systematic dimension. Different from what Kong Lingxian saw with his naked eyes, the content was detailed, allowing Kong Lingxian to know from what angle she should start the promotion work.

However, the report did not mention anything about how to promote it. According to President Nanyun, the chairman wanted to see her ability. The analysis report and the establishment of the ramen brand were the only supports, and the rest had to be done by her.

Noodles were not popular during the Joseon Dynasty, or generally speaking, people did not eat noodles. Some noodles did not exist, and naturally, there was no exclusive noun for these non-existent things in Korean.

During the Japanese occupation period, in order to promote flour imported from "Manchuria", Japanese flour merchants not only introduced a lot of pasta, but also brought some loanwords into Korean. For example, the word "ramen" was transliterated from Japanese, which was transliterated from Chinese, so the pronunciation of "ramen" in the three languages ​​is very similar.

According to current language habits, it is more appropriate to call instant noodles "instant noodles". In Japanese, it is "instant ramen". The definition of instant in Korean is not very clear, but the word ramen already exists. However, most people's understanding of ramen is very vague. They have never seen what ramen is, let alone eaten it.

In South Korea, the conditions are met to define instant noodles as "ramen", and the conditions are also met to define the product of instant noodles as "ramen" from the brand name of "Ramen Brand". The product and brand name are directly bundled together to guard the door of entry for competitors and create a fan effect.

The author of Siheyuan fan fiction dares to write Qingman as Qinman, but would never dare to write Qin Huairu away. Similarly, future competitors of ramen brands would never dare to eliminate "ramen", otherwise they would have to waste a money printing machine in order to make consumers understand what they are selling.

It can be said that Xian Yaowen has pointed out the right direction for Kong Lingxian. Whether to catwalk or race walk, whether to arrange for someone to hold the national flag to stop the semi-champion at the finish line to force patriotism and create a chance for the second place to overtake, these are all left for Kong Lingxian to consider. (End of this chapter)