Most of the time, passionate Westerners are considered rude and vulgar by Southerners, although the truth is not the case. This is just an excuse to improve themselves and look down on others.
When people at some relatively high-end banquets showed knowing and catering smiles around some celebrities and dignitaries who rolled up their sleeves, torn their collars, and laughed loudly while holding wine glasses, their loud voices and disheveled clothes were in people's eyes. His eyes were full of charm.
It seems that they should do that. If they don't do that, they won't be able to show their unique identity and style.
But in a small, remote bar in the countryside, if there is a farmer wearing cheap overalls and a straw hat who rolls up his sleeves, rips open his collar, and holds a wine glass in his hand, laughing loudly, these people will only look at him with disdain.
Maybe the things that celebrities, dignitaries and politicians said were not elegant, but were natural phenomena of some organs and physiology.
Maybe what the farmer said was not obscene, but he was talking about the weather, the news in society, and his yearning for a better life.
People will not evaluate their status based on other people's thoughts. That is a vulgar behavior. Only after seeing clearly the other person's status, power, wealth and all the social labels that can add value to themselves will they show their appropriateness. expression, this is the elegance of the upper class.
As for whether obscenity is really obscene and whether elegance is really elegance, that is a question for philosophers.
What the Labor Party does in the South does not apply to the West. The workers in the South are more like... those workers who have a certain "drama" in some TV series. They will hold the box of fried chicken with two fingers. Then sit with your friends with your own glass of fruit wine.
Twist your body, wave your arms, and make some small movements in a very elegant and subtle way to express your inner joy at this time.
They will have fun very politely and elegantly, and then choose to stop at the right time, thank each other and say goodbye, and then leave the workers' club.
But in Ambiluo state…
"Hey, girl, is there any fried chicken?" A farmer who rolled up his sleeves in winter to reveal his hairy arms wrapped his teeth with his tongue, cleaning the meat strands in the gaps between his teeth, and patted it vigorously The desktop is making noise.
The waitress looked slightly embarrassed. She walked behind the counter and complained to the manager in a low voice, "I can't imagine what happened to me. It's different from what I heard from other places!"
The girl is not a local, and Ambiluo State is still a relatively conservative and traditional area. The biggest condonation of the role of women by the people living here is to allow them to work in places that will not "harm" themselves and their families.
The girls serving dishes in places like bars are basically from other places or family members of the people who run them—if anyone dares to do anything, the boss will pull out the gun under the counter.
But obviously that's not the case here. The manager put a piece of fried chicken on the plate with an equally ugly face, and forced a smile, "If you bear with it a little longer, they will calm down soon. You know, people are taking advantage." The early days are always exciting.”
This kind of rhetoric can only deceive themselves. The girl's leather drum was slapped by a greasy hand and she left the group of farmers and cowboys who smelled of sweat with a forced smile. She simply couldn't stand it here. everything!
The manager was also a bit intolerable. In workers’ clubs elsewhere, workers would be very polite and restrained. They would only receive a piece of fried chicken and a glass of fruit wine, and then find a place to sit quietly.
But look at this damn place. There are farmers and cowboys out there who call themselves workers and pay a dollar and ninety-nine cents to join the Labor Party and join the club.
Then they began to eat and drink without any shame. Some even had breakfast at the workers' club. They also plausibly said that the free fried chicken and fruit wine were the Labor Party's promise to them.
How can guys from southern cities make these rough-minded Western opponents hit their chests at the slightest disagreement, strangle their necks at the slightest disagreement, and tear their own clothes off at the third disagreement? Before anything happened, almost everyone was Got some great news.
You only need to spend one dollar and ninety-nine cents to fill out an application form to join the Labor Party, and then you can go to the workers' club to eat and drink for free, from morning to night, absolutely non-stop.
At first, the workers' club thought this was just because the bumpkins in the west were excited, wanted to get back a piece of ninety-nine cents, and had the idea of taking advantage.
Not to mention eating fried chicken and fruit wine every day, as long as they feel nauseated after eating three meals a day, these people will naturally stop crowding the place at meal time like now.
Facts have proved that these people's ideas are too simple. This little grease has never been a problem for the working people in the west who have been engaged in heavy manual labor for a long time in the past.
Seeing the drunken farmers and cowboys outside the bar fighting each other on the street, and the other drunkards cheering for them to sing, the manager felt that this was not the way to go.
Yes, that's right, there are many big capitalists in the preparatory group of the Labor Party in Ambiro State, and their attitude is very clear. It doesn't matter how much money they spend, but they must establish the Labor Party Organization Department as soon as possible.
But... I'm afraid these capitalists can't bear the "food expenses" of hundreds and thousands for this day, right
While he was thinking about something, a cowboy slapped his hand on the bar and pointed at the manager, "Another fried chicken."
The manager was just a little slow to respond, so the cowboy reached out and pulled the fried chicken hanging next to him, tore off a large piece of breast meat in one gulp, and laughed towards the crowd outside.
These sons of bitches, the manager cursed secretly.
Early the next morning, farmers and cowboys who had come to have breakfast gathered outside the working men's club.
According to the normal situation in the past, the club should have opened its doors for business at this time, but today the door here is tightly closed, and there is a sign hanging outside the door.
Most of the farmers and cowboys were not literate, so it took a long time for a literate farmer to arrive. With his guesswork, everyone learned the bad news—free fried chicken would not be provided in the morning and noon. And fruit wine too.
This was also the decision the manager made after discussing with the preparatory team after the business ended last night.
If this place is simply turned into a "canteen", then the Labor Party's development in Ambiro State will stop at providing free fried chicken and fruit wine.
If they want to get any tangible results from their work, they must first make these farmers and cowboys aware of a serious problem. There will be no truly free fried chicken and fruit wine in this world, and there will be no limit to it. of.
If they want to obtain these things, they must pay the corresponding price, which is their loyalty.
The people in the preparatory team are very clear about the specific situation of Ambiro State, and their positioning is also very accurate. They do not expect to achieve their purpose of promoting themselves by challenging Dulin's majesty in Ambiro State.
Their idea is to continuously organize large-scale activities and rallies of Labor Party members, make an appropriate voice in society, raise necessary demands and then proactively find ways to resolve these demands, so that the Labor Party can gain a higher social status and respect from the public.
With these two points in mind, the Labor Party has initially established its own system. By maintaining this scale, they can try to touch the scepter in the process of quietly growing.
In fact, what they want to do is what they have always done, except this time their enemies are no longer capitalists, but politicians. They have joined forces with capitalists and turned enemies into friends.
But in any case, the first step is to let these workers of the Labor Party, that is, the farmers and cowboys, understand that if they want to eat fried chicken, drink cider, and harass the waiters, then they must be obedient.
Southerners are very reserved in their approach, which is also what most Westerners think of Southerners. They always express some simple issues in a very complicated way in a roundabout way.
Just like the notice board hung this morning, the club could actually explain the situation directly - they couldn't afford to be bothered by this group of stubborn wireless refills, and they only provide dinner.
This statement may seem direct and rude, but it works well and people here love it.
However, this kind of refusal without any explanation made some farmers and cowboys dissatisfied. We spent one yuan and ninety-nine to eat Madder for a few days and then planned to close it. Is this a scam
Right, this must be a scam.
Some working farmers and cowboys cursed and left. They were very dissatisfied, but at least it wasn't too bad that they could still come to eat at night.
After these people dispersed, it was no longer interesting for another group of people to stay, and they left after shouting for a while.
The manager hid in the club and smiled as he watched these vulgar farmers and cowboys leave in frustration, showing a satisfied smile.
That's right. In the future, he will be considered an important member of the Labor Party organization in the state branch. How can he become a cook serving fried chicken
And, his plans don't stop there.
In the evening, a large number of hungry farmers and cowboys who had worked all day or slept somewhere gathered here again. As soon as they entered the club, they were greeted by the fragrant aroma.
The smell of fried chicken combined with the aroma of fruit wine was really good. Everyone seemed rude, but in fact they found their seats with purpose and prepared themselves for a sumptuous dinner.
When the waitress pushed the food cart and distributed fried chicken and fruit wine to them, these people began to enjoy the meal amidst cheers, until the moment a plate slammed to the ground.
A farmer who looked a little thin, probably in his thirties, stood in front of the manager. The dinner plate was broken into several pieces under his feet. He stared at the manager with a cold look, "I'll say it again, give me fried chicken." , and fruit wine!”
The manager looked expressionless and a little solemn. In fact, his calves started to cramp. He just refused the farmer's request and threw the plate away. Then he showed such a vicious expression. It was so scary. .
But thinking about his plan and the promises made by the chief and deputy leaders of the preparatory team, he could only endure it.
As if he felt that his momentum could not be weaker than this thin farmer, he puffed up his chest and rubbed his neck, and loudly repeated what he had just said, "No, I refuse to provide you with anything else!"
The thin farmer took a step forward. The muscles on his cheekbones were beating irregularly. Although he looked very thin, he gave people the impression of being more aggressive. "Reason, pretty boy, if you don't give me a Reason, I will tear you apart..."
After a short period of silence, the surrounding farmers and cowboys began to whistle and make noises. Some people kept cheering, and some even shouted, "Show some color on that sissy from the south." The atmosphere suddenly became more intense than before. of enthusiasm.
The manager swallowed. He felt that his scalp had lost all feeling as he looked at the other eyes that were full of banter, sarcasm, sarcasm, and anticipation.
"I... repeat, everyone only has one free fried chicken and fruit wine every day. This is not for you, but for everyone."
It seemed that the manager was not too weak. In fact, he was already timid. He was just explaining that he was not targeting him, but these words made the workers' club quiet again.
The rich farmers and cowboys rolled up their sleeves and crowded around him. Their unkind eyes swept over him over and over again, making him feel cold all over.
"Young face, you'd better explain what it means to target all of us..."
With a snap, someone suddenly stretched out his arm and slapped him. The slap made him dizzy and his eyesight turned black. He quickly used both hands to arrange his messed up hair, as if his broken dignity could be maintained as long as his hairstyle was not messy. .
The bright red mark on his face soon became swollen, and his eyes began to dodge. Several cowboys chased him, and some of them pulled out knives.
If it hadn't been for a scream that calmed down these hot-blooded cowboys, maybe the next day's newspapers would have reported what happened here in more detail.
The waitress, who had become accustomed to being taken advantage of, was holding a dinner plate between the cowboys and the manager. She stared at the cowboys, and a laugh filled with contempt and disdain came out from nowhere. Soon, Everyone started laughing.
The cowboy who pulled out the knife put it back into the cowhide scabbard. He walked up to the waitress, held the girl's chin and kissed her on the face. People laughed even louder.
This is not humiliation or blasphemy, but gratitude.
If the girl hadn't stopped him and stabbed him in the wrong place after drinking and getting drunk, he might have spent many years in jail.
So this is not humiliation, but gratitude, deep gratitude.
From that day on, no one ever molested girls again, but of course that’s another story.
(End of chapter)