The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the waves hit the shore.
In Jidai, a port town on the Black Sea to the north of Tuji, a cargo ship is parked by the thin trestle bridge. On the dock are several container trucks, and a crane is hoisting.
Because it is an irregular operation, the lifting takes too long. I started hanging before nightfall, but the tossing night was not over yet. The local chicken workers on the pier on the 20th and 30th are very anxious.
What is more anxious is Ma Qianshan, who is standing by the trestle bridge. This management elite from an imperial capital ministry understands the layout of dozens of industrial sectors in a big country and can manage hundreds of enterprises and institutions in an orderly manner. But he couldn't manage the situation at hand.
This group of native chicken workers is just joking. They haven't lifted more than a dozen containers in a few hours. They are busy under the high-wattage iodine tungsten lamp, and they can see that they also want to do their work quickly, but they don't know how to deploy.
The ship I found was a bulk carrier with an opening in the middle, and the cabin was suitable for loading grains or ore. But now I can't find other ships temporarily, so I can only remove the cargo cover and hoist the container inside.
Seeing these guys so sloppy, Ma Qianshan was anxious, with a dry mouth, running back and forth like hot pot ants. He wanted to have a clone technique to help kick all the chicken workers in front of him, and he did the work alone.
All the anxiety in this life is not as good as tonight.
Look at the big tall man next to him, who is in the mood to lean on the recliner and drink black tea with local chicken.
A ten-year-old local chicken girl personally entertained him, boiled water in a delicate and beautiful small silver pot, soaked the glass, and added fresh milk and sugar.
The little girl has delicate facial features, big eyes, small nose, and three-dimensional face. She put both hands while serving tea, but she did not dare to look directly at the young man sitting in the rocking chair.
The young man stretched out his hand to take the tea cup, and gently shook the other girl's hand. The shocked girl shrank her hands like an electric shock, her face was crimson, covered her headscarf, turned and ran away.
Ma Qianshan didn't understand the native chicken language, so he walked back and forth by the trestle bridge all night, unable to help. Seeing that the young man is still in the mood to drink tea, he ran over in anger and scolded...
"Zhou, Zuzong Zhou, I will kneel down for you, okay? I beg you to think of a way, it's almost light up this day, and the goods have not been loaded yet. How can you sit and drink tea at ease? Also molested other little girls."
The corners of Ma Qianshan's anxious mouth bubbled, and he split his hands to grab the black tea with milk in the glass, and drank it all in one mouthful. After drinking, he complained, "This tea is good, it's too wasteful for you to drink it. In case something happens, would you bear to let the tea-making girl be implicated?"
"You can't say that."
Zhou Qingfeng on the recliner waved his hand quickly.
"I didn't want anyone to make tea for me. I'm just sitting here. The girl came over with a tea set shyly. She wants to make tea for me. Can I refuse?"
Ma Qianshan was even more angry, "You've been drinking tea all night, don't you feel that your urine is high? Hurry up and finish this matter, can you? Don't toss about plan B any more. Plan A is very good, and no The best thing is."
The two people argued for a long time without thinking, but it didn't help the work of the terminal. Zhou Qingfeng was lying on the recliner without any intention of helping.
The native chicken workers were still in a hurry and didn't come to ask him to come forward.
After a while, another girl, two or three years older, walked up to Zhou Qingfeng.
She was wearing a black robe, but she still looked slender when she walked around. A colorful scarf covered half of her face, and her big shiny eyes flickered as if she were talking.
Zhou Qingfeng and Ma Qianshan shut up at the same time and turned to look at the girl. She also stared at Zhou Qingfeng for a while, then squatted down and began to manipulate the tea set. The fire in the small charcoal stove was raging, and the beautiful silver pot was filled with water and boiled again.
While boiling the water, the girl looked up at Zhou Qingfeng for a few moments, and she took out the tea bricks from a paper bag, and crushed them as finely as pounding medicine.
"What is this going to do?" Ma Qianshan asked in a low voice.
"I don't know either." Zhou Qingfeng was equally dazed in the recliner, "Is it the hospitality?"
But with the sea breeze blowing, the beautiful girls serve tea, the sky is cool and the stars are wide, and the taste is good-Ma Qianshan is too obtrusive to the side.
Bring water to a boil, add tea powder and fresh milk again. The girl opened the sugar bowl, grabbed a small clip to clamp the sugar cubes, looked up again and asked Zhou Qingfeng.
Ma Qianshan couldn't understand it, and asked Zhou Qingfeng in a low voice, "What did the girl say? What is the local custom?"
Zhou Qingfeng's face was already embarrassed, and said weakly, "She... asked me..., would you like to..., drink it later... she soaked... tea."
Fuck, this posture is a bit wrong.
"Director Ma, what should I do? How should I answer?"
Zhou Qingfeng and the girl looked at each other for ten seconds, and asked behind them in a low voice. But when he turned around, Ma Qianshan ran to the trestle bridge again, as if he had made up his mind to direct the local chicken workers.
Can't wait for Zhou Qingfeng to answer for a long time, the older girl was in a moment of depression, mechanically added three sugar cubes to the glass cup, sobbed a few times with grievances, and dropped two tears in her eyes.
Zhou Qingfeng got goose bumps all over his body. He didn't dare to make any trouble this time. When the other party served tea to him, he accepted it properly. The girl did not wait for him to drink tea, lifted up her black robe, drooped her head, turned and left.
"How's it?"
As soon as the girl left, Ma Qianshan came back and asked Zhou Qingfeng'what's going on'.
Zhou Qingfeng is a ghost. He handed out the black tea with milk in his hand and said, "I think you are thirsty, or else I will give you this cup."
Ma Qianshan hurriedly waved his hand, "I made a mistake in that cup just now. That should be the tea for you. Are we breaking other people's rules? Would you like to explain?"
"What's the explanation?" Zhou Qingfeng still drank the cup of black tea into his stomach. He also felt that he still didn't mess up, so he should leave as soon as possible.
It's just not easy to go, there is the last container left to be hoisted.
Zhou Qingfeng stood up from the recliner and prepared to go over and command to speed up, but a middle-aged chicken walked over to the dock, in his forties, with a big belly.
The other party's face was unhappy, but he had a look that had to come. He shouted'outside young man' and stopped Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng wanted to shrink, Ma Qianshan pushed him out.
The middle-aged native chicken walked closer and looked up and down Zhou Qingfeng, observing very carefully. He sighed and said, "Young man, I don't like you very much. But my two daughters have fallen in love with you, and I can't help it."
Oh my god!
Is this the script
Zhou Qingfeng could jump up, he really came out to make trouble. This would be the fact that the CIA fell from the sky in his expectation, and he did not expect to cause something bigger than he thought.
Ma Qianshan couldn't understand the native chicken language, but he understood the current situation in seconds. Because in the shadow ten meters away behind the middle-aged native chicken, the two girls who had just come to make tea were hiding behind a tree and poking their heads.
The middle-aged native chicken looked at Zhou Qingfeng for a long time, "Young man, do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou Qingfeng wanted to cast a spell immediately to let him escape invisibly, or simply put a violent charm to make everyone present amnesia for a moment. But he could only smile awkwardly, and squeeze out, "Understood."
The middle-aged native chicken continued to ask: "My two daughters, which one do you like? The big one or the small one?"
"This..., this..., your two daughters are very good, beautiful, gentle, and they make good tea. I think they are both good and good."
Are all good
The middle-aged native chicken was embarrassed, he shook his head, "This is not good, this is not good!"