When the man returned home, Safina did not leave as agreed and brought two people with her. A middle-aged woman and a Maori young man. The woman wears heavy make-up and her face is greasy and decadent, and the man is dressed in fancy clothes and looks fierce. There is a line written on his face: This world is unfair to me, so I don’t need to treat the world fairly.
As soon as the man saw this formation, he knew that he, a good man, was destined to be in trouble.
The poor always have a reason for being poor. This matter has nothing to do with good or evil. Being poor does not mean being kind. The so-called conscience is lost in a difficult situation. Comparatively speaking, the poor are more likely to have an unbalanced mentality and become extremely vicious with the morbid mentality that I am poor, so I am justified. Of course, it is easy to be evil, but if you want to be extremely evil, you must have the capital to do evil.
A man who has traveled all over the world in his life, how could he not see that this family is planning something wrong
The Maori young man lifted up his clothes and showed a pistol.
In the era of quantum technology, this kind of crap has been eliminated as a memory of the previous civilization. Today's artificial intelligence patrols are equipped with pulse guns, which are used in conjunction with the high-energy batteries carried by the artificial intelligence itself, and can freely adjust the killing power. There are several levels of killing effects ranging from minor injuries to death. It is completely recoilless when used, and its efficiency and muzzle velocity are far superior to firearms that mechanically fire gunpowder projectiles.
Safina came up and introduced: "I forgot to tell you yesterday, I have a boyfriend named Baba, this is, he wants to discuss with you..."
Before he could finish his words, he was roughly pulled aside by the Maori young man, who said a lot of words in Maori.
The man didn't have to understand to understand what he meant. These three people had taken a fancy to their low-rent house and wanted to live in it. But this thing is not that easy. It can be said that without the cooperation of men, it is almost impossible to achieve.
The Alliance has strict regulations on the use of low-rent housing for immigrants. One of them greatly limits the possibility of the house being occupied by others. Every immigrant who wins the lottery and gets the right to use the low-rent housing needs to register in person with the relevant departments every week to prove that he is still alive and continues to use the low-rent housing. Artificial intelligence patrol police in the underground immigration area will also visit from time to time to verify identities. Once any abnormalities are discovered, enforcement measures will be taken immediately.
"Well, Mr. Li, that's right. We, the three of us, are going to live here with you." The middle-aged woman said with a changed Northeastern accent: "Look at what you mean, agree or disagree." , give me a nice word." Then he said: "Hey, who is that? Let me remind you, this is my uncle, who was nicknamed the Scarface of Immigration City. He once killed four sex workers in Shenzhen with one gun. Party member, you can easily get into trouble if you live in such a big place alone, you know what I mean.”
The man glanced at Safina, and the little black girl lowered her head in shame and did not dare to meet the man's eyes. Then he turned his attention to the Maori boy. This kid looked at him provocatively without caring. The man grinned and suddenly reached out and magically snatched the pistol from his waist.
The young man's originally dark complexion suddenly turned even darker.
The man picked up the gun, looked at it with his own eyes, and commented: "Tanforio produced in Italy in the 1990s, it's a good thing." As he said this, he suddenly pulled the trigger, and there was a click. , there are no bullets in the gun.
"Scarface is indeed well-deserved." The man chuckled: "This gun has been out of production for forty years. In order to promote new weapons, the Nordic Axis Alliance destroyed all the ammunition in stock. The bullets for this thing are now The Italian Mafia is not cheap. If you can find matching bullets and put them together, you can directly send them to a pawn shop and exchange them for gold. You actually use them to kill people. You are really not an ordinary rich person."
The middle-aged woman looked embarrassed, and the Maori boy rushed up angrily and tried to snatch the guy back.
The man threw the gun back to him, and suddenly the three of them smiled gently and said, "You can live here if you want. I have to work during the day anyway, so it's boring to be alone at night."
This turn of events happened so quickly that the three people on the other side didn't react at once.
In this era, people who can be so generous in repaying kindness with kindness are comparable to extinct animals.
The middle-aged woman was overjoyed when she heard this. She came up to him with a calm face and said, "Oh, big brother, your accent sounds like you are from the Northeast. No wonder you are so open-minded."
"No, old girl, don't try to trick me. We haven't gotten to know each other that well yet." The man said with a smile on his young and handsome face: "You can say ugly words in front of me. You can stay here, but you have to abide by it." My rules are that Bayer products, fast food, pharmaceuticals, etc. are not allowed in this house. If you find it, you will leave immediately without any discussion. If you need anything after you move in, just tell me. Those thieves in the past Put away all your petty habits. Go to find a job when it's time to go to school. Go to school when it's time to go to school. Sister, if you want to go to work over there in Erli Village, go ahead. I have a car in the public parking lot. You can drive it too. You can take it and use it.”
The economy is stagnant, the rich and the poor are polarized, and the huge base of poor people has brought about huge social problems. First of all, we must solve the bottom line of food and clothing. This matter is not guaranteed. A large number of poor people will put the coalition government into huge difficulties. At this time, Bayer Company, headquartered in South America, stepped forward and began selling their cheap and convenient fast food to the world. After receiving permission from the three major alliances, their vending machines quickly spread all over the world. major cities.
It's cheap, tastes good, you can choose hot or cold, convenient and ready to eat, and its style includes cuisines from all over the world. It soon became good news to poor people around the world.
"Oh my god, that's a lot to talk about." The middle-aged woman looked embarrassed: "Other things are easy to talk about, but how many people can leave Bayer's products now? Everyone knows that they sell The food is highly toxic, but ordinary people like us can't afford the non-poisonous food. Big brother... I don't know which one of us is older. Anyway, judging from my appearance, I must be older than you, so I just make do with it. , just listen to it."
"Okay, just call me whatever you want, whatever you want."
The middle-aged woman took a sip of water and added: "The unmanned supermarkets all over the street are selling their products. As long as they are imported, they sell them cheaply. And the artificial intelligence, the government also calls for its use as little as possible, but The actual situation is that in order to save money, the government itself is purchasing a large number of artificial intelligence patrol police. If you don't let us eat Bayer's products, it might as well just drive us out on the streets. At least freezing to death is better than starving to death. Feel better."
"You can eat whatever I eat. There are no conditions on this." The man looked serious and his tone was unquestionable.
Safina said: "Lao Li, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to achieve the second point you mentioned." She added: "My mother's work problem is easy to solve, but Baba can't. He doesn't have a diploma, and his temporary residence information card has expired long ago. There are artificial intelligence equipment everywhere in this city, but all jobs with low technical content have been taken over by robots. Those of us without diplomas and skills can’t do anything here except receive relief.”
"Okay, then learn to be a cook with me." Old Li said: "As long as this job is done well, it will never be eliminated in any era. Artificial intelligence can mass-produce affordable fast food, but it will never be eliminated. You can’t make Chinese delicacies with the color, flavor, and image. As long as you can learn the craft well, you won’t have to worry about your job for the rest of your life.”
After hearing this, the middle-aged woman was very happy but also a little confused: "Brother, we are not relatives, why are you so kind to our three mothers? You helped my daughter, and then we still want to do it." Chao Jiuzhan, it would be considered benevolent for you not to send us to the patrol center."
"Who told me that I came from Lei Feng City?" Old Li smiled and said: "Don't be polite to me, and don't ask me what my name is, just call me Lei Feng."
"Oh, this is an old joke for many years. No one said this when I was in elementary school." The middle-aged woman said: "It doesn't matter if you don't let me ask you what your name is. I have to tell you what my name is first." Let me tell you, my name is Sarilan, don’t tell me wrong when the patrol robot comes back to do the census."
"Okay, I'll call you Dalanzi from now on." Lao Li nodded and said, "You guys have a rest, I have to go to work. You can eat whatever you want in the refrigerator. I will bring you a midnight snack when I come back from work in the evening. "
Safina came up and asked: "Lao Li, you just said that you want Baba to learn cooking from you. When will you start?"
"Hey, this is serious. Just take the right path." Lao Li said: "No matter what, you have to allow me to say hello to the person in charge. He is not a kid in this circle and he doesn't understand anything. Maori children, if you want to have a clean meal in this industry, it is much more difficult than it is for you to receive welfare and eat Bayer fast food."
Safina was very embarrassed and said: "Lao Li, thank you so much. We just met last night. We are not relatives, but you are so kind to us."
"It's okay, don't be stressed. I'm bored too." Lao Li said: "It's our fate that you found me during the robbery. I also have children. My eldest daughter is a few years older than you. She just looks at you. It's like looking at her, this is called the child of my child and the child of others."
"Since you have children, why don't you live with your children?" Sarilan asked curiously: "I heard what you said, you are a skilled chef, so your salary should be not low, why don't you buy it well? Build a house and bring your family together to live together.”
"Separated." Old Li's expression darkened and he said, "I spent my whole life wandering around the world and did some ridiculous and wrong things. Some mistakes can be undone, while others are very difficult."
"How could this happen? How could such a good person like you do such a serious wrong thing?" Safina said anxiously.
Lao Li looked gloomy and said, "Who said good people can't do bad things?"
"A handsome and skilled man like you should be forgiven even if he does bad things as long as he is willing to change." Sarilan said: "Your wife is so blessed that she doesn't know how to be blessed. If it were me, she would be there every day." I'm afraid even if I offer you up and coax you, it won't be enough."
Ha ha! Lao Li suddenly laughed heartily. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed that much. After laughing, he added: "Okay, just because you made me so happy today, I didn't take you in in vain, so let's live like this for now. I will help you apply for a room near here when I have time." Lift your legs and leave.
At 11:30 in the morning, at the Beijing headquarters of Zhonghualou Catering Group, the kitchen was preparing meals for the banquet.
Executive chef Sun Fuchang sat on a high chair in the middle with a gloomy look on his face, holding a teapot in his hand and staring intently at Lao Li as Shi Shiran walked in.
"Master Li, are you on the afternoon shift, right?" Sun Fuchang said in a strange tone, half jokingly and half seriously: "If you can cook a few dishes, you feel like you are the number one person. There are 136 people in the kitchen. Who doesn’t know how to cook? You’re such a talented person. Good guy, you came later than me. Do you think it’s appropriate?”
"It's so inappropriate." Lao Li walked slowly to the familiar desk, picked up the menu on the desk, glanced at it and threw it back, and said: "Forget it, since you can do it, then you can decide who to arrange. Come and do it, I'll unload the goods later."
"Hey, don't bother!" Sun Fuchang hurriedly stopped him: "I haven't finished speaking yet. Where are you going? There are a lot of people unloading the goods behind. Did I recruit you to do that? Come here and have a chat. I'll see you if I have anything good to do." That."
Lao Li turned around and pulled up a chair to sit down, and said, "Okay, I'm in a good mood today. I'll chat with you for a while."
Sun Fuchang said: "Mr. Ye came in at eleven o'clock. You have to cook this dish. Brother, you don't know how powerful Mr. Ye's mouth is. He is one of the founders of Zhonghua House. , I am also a gourmet for the first time, but I may not be able to find a boss who is better at eating than him even if I go around the city three times. I order your food every time I come here. Even if others want to serve you. If I go, I won’t have such blessings and skills.”
"I looked at the menu, and it doesn't really have to be me."
"Come on, stop being so modest. You still have to come for this job today." Sun Fuchang said, "It may not be possible if the situation changes."
"What do you mean?"
Sun Fuchang said: "With your level, it's not appropriate for you to stay here all the time."
"Hey, Lao Sun, you are trying to promote me." Lao Li looked at him with a smile and had no intention of taking action.
"I dare not say that. This is what Mr. Zhou meant. But I have had this idea for a long time anyway. Today Mr. Zhou came over to say hello, and I quickly carried you out. This is all true. I I am absolutely sincere to you, but after taking out the entire kitchen one by one, apart from you, is there anyone else who dares to call me Lao Sun? Isn’t this a new position specially created for you upstairs? Chief of Kitchen Administration." Sun Fuchang said, "How about it? Are you willing to condescend this time?"
"Go ahead and tell me something. I like this place. The smell of the kitchen makes me feel comfortable. The office above is not suitable for me." Lao Li lit a cigarette and took a puff, then He said: "And you don't want to be sore with me all day long. If you really want to sit on the chair under your butt, you don't have to wait until today. Remember the time Fenglin Wan Laoye came a year ago."
"Remember, how dare you not remember." Sun Fuchang's face was a bit ugly. It had been a long time since that incident, but it was still fresh in his memory.
At that time, Lao Li had not been here for long, and he was still working in the field. Mr. Ye from Fenglinwan personally entered the kitchen accompanied by Zhou Jing, the chairman who is always known for being mean. He told an allusion in public, which included four Shandong dishes. Mr. Ye asked the kitchen to cook it, otherwise he would I want to pick up the signboard of Zhonghua Building.
As the direct descendant of Wanghailou, Sun Fuchang is the master of Shandong cuisine, the executive chef, and the leader of Zhonghualou. Regardless of the cuisine, there are not many dishes in the world that he can't cook. But he had never heard of Mr. Ye's allusion, and even racking his brains he couldn't figure out which four dishes it was. In the end, there was nothing he could do. Just when he decided to admit defeat, the old Li suddenly called him aside, told him the names of four Shandong dishes, and reminded him of the special details in Mr. Ye's allusions. This allowed him to pass the test.
The signboard was not lost, and the chef's face was picked up after it fell to the ground. However, Sun Fuchang did not feel grateful to Lao Li for this, but instead was wary of everything. On the surface, he was promoted to be the master of stir-frying, but secretly, there were many obstacles.
Mr. Ye from Fenglinwan is a frequent visitor to the restaurant, and he always comes three or two times a week. The old man is very picky, and he only eats the dishes cooked by Lao Li alone. He orders four dishes and one soup at a time, and then leaves after eating. As long as someone else does it, you can eat it in one bite and immediately lift the table and curse others. Although the capital is a place of size, and the Chinese Building is also a place with clearly defined rules, squares and circles, this is the legendary advanced master of the Force Awakening, one of the founders of the national dark matter research discipline, and a national treasure, in front of the chairman of the board. Even if you smash the signboard, you won't be able to hang it back. When the old man started to rush, the people below him would experience a thunder, smoke and artillery fire.
"Just remember." Lao Li said: "For such a big executive chef, there is no need to compete with me. There are so many head chefs in between."
"I'm really not trying to compete with you. It's just that my brother, this temple is too small to hold the throne of the Stove Lord. It can't accommodate your carefree Buddha." Sun Fuchang said, "Look at me coming in and out all day long. Brothers out there, who hasn’t lived a life full of stress, haha, who dares to be like you and not hold this job as high as your head? To be honest, your behavior has somewhat affected the morale of the chef like me. You understand me. Don’t you mean?”
Lao Li nodded understandingly and said, "You mean I have to accept this position today?"
Sun Fuchang: "Otherwise, I won't be able to sit still under my butt."
"That's not true, is it?"
"Absolutely." Sun Fuchang said: "With you here, I am most afraid that the old man Feng Linwan will get in the mood and run to the kitchen to tell stories again. You will be promoted to work upstairs. You don't have to do anything in the future." The food is gone, and the old man is no longer interested in our place, and he probably won’t come back again.”
"It's not easy to keep this old man from coming here in the future. I put a lot of salt in it. It makes him sick. I will keep him safe and won't visit him again in the future."
"Master!" Sun Fuchang's expression suddenly changed, and he threw himself to the ground with a cry, and shouted: "I called you Master, but I dare not do this. You don't know who Mr. Ye is. If you do this, , then you are not ruining my job, but you are killing my old grandson. Today, you either need to be promoted and go upstairs, or you can resign and leave after serving Mr. Ye's meal."
"I understand, you also received the order to die from Mr. Zhou, right?"
"There is none wiser than you."
Lao Li secretly sighed in his heart, Lao Ye was trying to make it clear that he would not be able to live a peaceful life. This Sun Fuchang is just a scapegoat who takes the blame. Although he has some minor flaws, he should not be blamed for this disaster. It seems that it is necessary to have a good talk with him. Otherwise, this stubborn old man will not give up.
"Okay, I understand. I can't talk to you about this matter. I'll go upstairs to find someone who can reason with me." With that, he left the kitchen and went straight to the private room upstairs where Ye Hong often came. , just halfway through, there was suddenly a loud noise in front of them, a bright light lit up, and then a powerful shock wave suddenly spread out. The dozen or so people in sight were instantly decomposed and evaporated, and dissipated in the air.
Lao Li stood in the ruins, looking around blankly, and had doubts in his heart: What is going on with him? Is it a bitter plot? (End of chapter)