Chen Zikun's move was too vicious. He found these twelve men from Changxindian, all of whom were honest and simple farmers. They served white flour, steamed buns, pork heads, and served them with delicious food and drinks. They also wore new clothes when they were full and took them to Beijing. After three days, the men were so moved that they wanted to take their hearts out for him.

If you want to talk about the manure removal, it is actually not technical at all. It is just that the man in Beijing who is deceiving it, so some refugees from Hebei and Shandong who fled to famine have monopolized the manure industry. The twelve heroes of Changxindian are all from serious farmers and are used to dealing with manure fertilizers. The people in the city think it is dirty, but in their eyes, it is the best farm fertilizer.

At Da Kunzi's order, Wang Dongliang took his twelve brothers with a dung basket and a spoon, and rushed to the battlefield with a full energy. After three days of restoring his energy, the men had already been holding on. When they saw the feces and the baby, they rushed forward to hug them so hard, for fear of missing a little bit.

Their enthusiastic work attitude moved the residents of Shifuma Street and burst into tears. The masses ran around and told each other that the manure-cutting team from Emperor Guangxu was back.

Some older men and women took teapots and tea bowls from home and greeted the men to have tea and rest. The men just shook their heads honestly: "No thirst, no tired." Then they took it hard. The old men and mothers praised them and took out copper to reward them. The men's eyes changed: "Men, are you scolding me!" They refused to do so.

Comparing people with people is so annoying. With these living workers like Lei Feng, it shows that Deshun and others are simply not human. They are sloppy, lazy, eat and take care of things, and do all disgusting things. When it comes to them, the old and young men are cursing, wishing they will never deal with these people again in the future.

It was at this moment that Yu Deshun hurried over with people. His biggest reliance was to monopolize the transportation and sales channels of feces. In fact, this so-called monopoly is extremely fragile. As long as you are willing to work hard, it can be broken in an instant. Chen Zikun did this and did it very successfully.

Not only Yu Deshun was stunned, but all the guys at Yu Ji Dust Factory were stunned. They had to admit that they were doing beautifully and authentically, making people have nothing to say.

Yu Deshun felt regretful. He would have stopped selling the taste if he had known it. It would be great if the neighbors came to ask for him. In this situation, the feces were completely lost and there was no place to make sense.

He was unwilling to fail. He had to know that Xuanwu Gate was densely populated and had a high yield. There were a few alleys nearby that made a lot of money in a year. People became confused when they panic. What's more, Yu Deshun was originally a second-rate bully. He was not as good as courage and means. Seeing that the white ocean was about to flow east, he immediately became anxious and led his men to block the way of the manure truck. Without saying a word, he grabbed a brick from the side of the road and smashed it down. He burst into blood on the spot and lay down under the wheel.

After all, they were playing scoundrels. The simple farmers in Changxindian had never seen this before, and they were suddenly panicked. Yu Ji's manure husbands were unreasonable and shouted loudly. They were originally the farmers who were the real farmers. After taking manure in the city for several years, they gradually became infected with the habit of being lazy and second-rate. They couldn't take manure, but they were smart and scoundrels who were smart and beautiful.

No matter how simple the farmers are, they are not a mud. They start to fight on both sides after a while. They are all dumb coolies who have never practiced martial arts and fight in a random place. They are lively and lively, without any visible view.

This time the patrolmen came in time. With a shrill sirens, dozens of patrolmen descended from the sky and detained everyone to the police station.

The dust settled, and there were only two manure trucks and a dung spoon on the floor left at the scene. The mule pulling the cart was sniffing and standing quietly.

Wang Dongliang, who had pulled a rickshaw in the city, was more clever and saw the patrolman appear and sneak into the alley beside him. He waited for the patrolman to leave before he fled back to the Ziguang Car Factory and reported to Chen Zikun: "Boss, something is wrong, and the brothers are all arrested by the patrolman."

Chen Zikun was sitting on the chair of the Grand Master and reading "History of Chinese Literature". The wind was light and the clouds were calm, and he was not surprised when things changed. He put down the book and said, "What's the hurry? The sky has not collapsed."

Xue Pingshun said: "These patrol police officers don't come early or late, but they come here at this time. This is a slight slight slap. Oh, the two words of the word "official" are, we have fallen into the trap this time."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "Uncle Xue, you are anxious, so we don't need to worry, there are people who are more anxious than us."

...

As expected, the neighbors in Shifuma Street were anxious. They were all people who had lived for half their lives. Who wouldn't understand the trick? It must be Yu Deshun and the police station colluded with each other and cheated people together.

They couldn't deal with Yu Deshun, and they didn't want to put down their body and take out feces. But the police station was different. They had some tricks, and a group of neighbors rushed to a large mansion on the west end of Shifuma Street. This place was unusual. It was the Prince's Mansion of the former Qing Dynasty, and now it is the mansion of former Prime Minister Xiong Xiling.

During this storm, the Xiong Mansion was also deeply affected. The three thatched houses in the mansion were piled up in the valleys and pits. Just now, a few diligent manure workers cleaned them up. Before leaving, they sprinkled lime and sprayed disinfectant water. They didn't even want to give tips, and even didn't drink saliva. At this moment, the housekeeper was reporting to Mr. Xiong Xiling.

When the concierge heard a report from a group of neighbors coming to worship, Mr. Xiong did not dare to neglect and met him in person. Those who could visit him were all civil servants, teachers, doctors and other social wise men. The guests and hosts sat down to greet him. Then he mentioned the recent health issues and hoped that Mr. Xiong could come out to uphold justice.

Xiong Xiling heard this and thought for a moment, "Come on, take my post to the police station and ask their director to report to me what the case is going to do."

He also said to the neighbors: "Don't worry, I have considered the issue of Beijing's municipal health. The monopoly of the industry, the filth of the city, and the slack of work and blackmail have seriously affected people's livelihood. Reform is imminent. This time, I will definitely give you an explanation to the citizens of Beijing."

Everyone dispersed.

After seeing off the neighbor, Xiong Xiling said to the butler: "The manure husbands who came today did a good job, who is their boss?"

The housekeeper said: "I heard that he is the boss of a nearby car factory. He is young and promising and starts from scratch. He is less than 20 years old this year."

Xiong Xiling was quite interested: "Oh, I want to meet him."

...

The gate of the Ziguang Car Factory was open, Xue Pingshun was sitting inside the door smoking a cigarette pipe, Aunt Wang was sitting opposite the sun, sewing clothes, suddenly saw someone coming in outside, dressed properly and behaved generously, and asked politely: "Is it the boss Chen Zikun in Chen's house?"

"Who are you?" Xue Pingshun stood up and asked.

"I am Xiong Gui, the butler of Xiong Mansion. Our master wants to invite Boss Chen to come to the mansion to discuss it." The visitor took out a post and handed it over. Xue Pingshun took it and saw it, and almost sat on the ground.

Former Prime Minister Xiong Xiling actually handed over a post to invite Da Kunzi!

"I'm here, please come in quickly." Xue Pingshun greeted him hurriedly.

Mr. Xiong smiled and said, "I won't go in, you can just transfer it on your behalf."

"As soon as possible." Xue Pingshun politely sent Butler Xiong away, and ran into the main room like Fei, holding the post in his hand and shouting: "Da Kunzi, guess who is here to invite you."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "I guess it should be our neighbor, Mr. Xiong Xiling from the Prince's Mansion of Keqin County."

Xue Pingshun was shocked: "Da Kunzi, you are aware of the future."

"Haha, only Mr. Xiong is the most prestigious in the home near the alley on Shifuma Street. In addition, you are so excited that I would be a fool if I can't guess."

"Yes, Da Kunzi, you are really expecting things. Old Xiong comes forward and this matter will definitely be perfect. Then, don't sit down, hurry up and change your clothes, Premier Xiong is waiting for you in the mansion."

Xue Pingshun urged him hard, but Chen Zikun was calm and composed: "What's the hurry? It's not that I begged to see him."

Having said that, he still changed his clothes to visit the Xiong House. After all, he was the former royal palace, with the front door of the five-bedroom apartment. He was so arrogant. He even had a rank in the seventh-rank official in front of the Prime Minister's House. He didn't look at people with a straight look.

Chen Zikun stepped forward, handed over the famous post, and gave a piece of ocean. The doorman smiled like a chrysanthemum, and went in to report it like a flying one. He came out in a short while, "Boss Chen, please come in." He led Chen Zikun into the door.

The saying of the Marquis's deep gate is as deep as the sea is not false at all. The Xiong Mansion is just a former Qing Dynasty prince's mansion, which is so big that it is dazzling. The gatekeeper took Chen Zikun into several doors and turned several turns before he came to the small living room where Mr. Xiong met.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw a high-level police officer coming over. It was Li Dingbang, who had dealt with Chen Zikun in the horse house. The police officer was the police rank. His position was the director of the Inner City Police Department. Today, his subordinates arrested a group of feces who were provoking trouble and fighting. It was just an inconspicuous little thing, but he did not expect to alarm Mr. Xiong and called Li Dingbang to scold him.

Li Dingbang was so angry that although Xiong Xiling had already stepped down, he had been a prime minister of the State. In terms of identity and status, he was much higher than his police chief, so he could only bow his head and be scolded. He made up his mind and scolded Ma Laowu twice as much when he went back. It was all this kid who was not very good at doing things and offended Mr. Xiong for a feces.

Unexpectedly, he met his old rival Chen Zikun in the Xiong Mansion. Li Dingbang suddenly realized that this matter must be inseparable from the Chen surname. He felt even more angry, but on the surface he was polite and said hello: "Boss Chen, you are here too. I have something to do. Let's see you back."

Chen Zikun also said politely: "Li Jingzheng, I haven't seen you one day, so we two have time to have a drink."

The two of them said hello to each other hypocritically. Chen Zikun entered the small living room. Xiong Xiling was about fifty years old and was wearing a long gown. Her hair was gray and smiling, and she had no airs. She asked Chen Zikun to sit down and asked the servant to serve tea. After the greeting, she said, "I am puzzled about something. I don't know if Boss Chen can answer questions."

"Speaking?"

"Why do you, a car manufacturer, get involved in the Beijing manure industry?"

Chen Zikun smiled and talked: "I don't plan to intervene in the manure industry, I just did my own things."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"The ancients said, "If a house is not cleaned, how can we clean the world? If we young men of the Republic of China cannot even solve the hygiene in their own homes and alleys, and even a group of stupid men can't do anything about it, how can we strive to make our efforts and promote the prestige of China in the world for five thousand years."

"Well said!" Xiong Xiling praised the high-high. He originally thought that the other party was just a young businessman with a little business sense and a sense of justice, but he didn't expect that he was a thoughtful young intellectual, which immediately made him feel like he had found a treasure.

"Young man, who are you studying?" Xiong Xiling asked.

"I studied Chinese by Mr. Liu Shipei in late generations and Mr. Gu Hongming in English." Chen Zikun replied calmly.

Xiong Xiling was in awe and respected: "It turns out that they are the disciples of these two masters of Chinese studies."
Chapter completed!