Chapter 54: Conquer people with virtue

Chen Zikun compiled the "Detective Industry Regulations" in an hour, wrote three pieces of rough paper, sprinkled thousands of words, and fell asleep after writing it, and went to Xiong Mansion the next morning.

When he arrived at the door, he wanted to give the doorman another reward, which scared the man almost knelt down: "Master Chen, please spare me, I took you a piece of ocean yesterday, and almost let the butler beat me to death."

Chen Zikun pretended to be surprised: "Why hit you?"

The doorman said: "Other people can collect door bags, but you can't. You are our master's old friend. Mr. Chen, please ask me inside. The master has explained it. If you come, you don't need to report it. Just read the tea in the study."

Chen Zikun smiled and didn't need anyone to lead him. He went to the study with a familiarity. After a while, Xiong Xiling came. After some politeness, Chen Zikun took out the manure industry regulations written overnight and presented them to Mr. Xiong to watch.

Xiong Xiling looked at ten lines at a glance. After a quick browsing, he patted the table heavily, and scared Chen Zikun, who was holding a tea cup and blowing tea foam.

"Well written!" Xiong Xiling couldn't help but say.

After all, he was a great scholar in the Qing Dynasty and a person who served as Prime Minister of the State. Xiong Xiling's knowledge and insights were extraordinary. How could he not see the value of this constitution?

The manure industry charter written by Chen Zikun is comprehensive and well organized. From the management of the manure industry, the responsibilities of public health, to the improvement and unification of manure cutting tools, the time and route of transport of manure trucks, all have specific policies. It is also recommended to ban the cesspools that can be seen everywhere in Beijing and seriously affect the city's image and people's lives. The most worth mentioning is that the charter handed over the management rights of the manure industry to citizens.

In the past, the feces valve divided the public toilets on the streets and alleys and the cottages of the households into their own spheres of influence, and no one was allowed to interfere. Over time, the monopoly formed. The feces husband turned the tables and often slacked off work and ransomed the residents. In Chen Zikun's plan, the residents formed the feces management committee according to the alleys, and each household contributed the funds to the management committee. The management committee hired the feces factory and paid the salary to the feces husband on time. If the residents were not satisfied with the service quality, they could complain to the management committee, and the management committee deducted the feces salary to the management committee as a punishment. In severe cases, the feces factory was opened and another service was replaced. This was equivalent to robbing the power of life and death from the feces valve.

"Xiao Chen, you thought of these yourself?" Xiong Xiling was admiring. What made him so excited was not the rigorous and meticulous terms, nor the innovation of the manure industry system and the improvement of the manure extraction tools, but the democratic spirit reflected between the lines.

Chen Zikun said modestly: "I often run around the city when I pull the cart. I see the whole of Beijing full of big pits dug by manure factories. The manure trucks enter and exit the city gate, dripping all over the ground. Foreigners at the Six Kingdoms Hotel also said that Beijing is a wonderful city, and the smell of night fragrance and manure are always filled with the smell of night. I think everyone living in this city has the obligation to make it more beautiful, so they often think about such problems when they are fine."

Xiong Xiling praised: "Young people can practice it themselves instead of talking big. This is the real hero. Xiao Chen, you have done a good job and should continue to do it."

Chen Zikun said, "Was Mr. Xiong talking about the twelve sluts I recruited? I don't plan to continue to engage in this business. Yesterday's incident was just a social experiment I did. If I really want to destroy the jobs of thousands of sluts from Beijing, I can't bear this responsibility."

Xiong Xiling nodded. The young man was considering it thoroughly and his eyes were indeed lofty. He was not considering his own financial path, nor the sanitation problems of one street or several alleys, but the feces and health plans in Beijing. Even the livelihoods of those who are lazy and labor-loving mankind are under his consideration.

"Okay, I will submit this charter to the Municipal Office, but you have to help with the follow-up work." Xiong Xiling has been in Beijing for many years, and her accent still has a strong Hunan accent.

"I am willing to work hard for everyone," said Chen Zikun.

Xiong Xiling seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Come here the day after tomorrow, I will take you to Xiao Longyou to help you see a doctor. He is a famous doctor in the capital and may help you recover your memory."

Chen Zikun was extremely grateful: "Thank you Mr. Xiong."

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After leaving Xiong Mansion, he returned to the Ziguang Train Factory for lunch, and went to Yuji Manure Factory with Xue Pingshun.

Most of the manure factories in Beijing are located in outer cities or outside the city. Because there are many open spaces, you can open a manure factory by digging a hole or pulling a wall. The manure collected from residents' homes and official cottages is not in a hurry to sell, but is processed in the manure factory before it can be sold to the countryside near the capital.

Although this process is simple, it makes people around the manure factory suffer. It may be better in winter and the smell is not heavy. In summer, there are flies everywhere. The smell of manure can make people smoke, so it is not easy to open a manure factory. It is hard to make a lot of money after working hard for a year.

Yu Deshun smashed his head with a brick yesterday. This was his usual trick. The rogues liked to threaten the other party by using self-harm, but this time they failed.

I don’t know what the other party is, but he actually got involved with Xiong Xiling. Premier Xiong interfered, and the police station did not dare to neglect it. The situation was completely lost. All the people from the Tsinghua Car Factory were released that night, but Yu Ji’s people were still squatting in the police station to eat steamed buns.

This was what Ma Laowu told Yu Deshun. He also said that this time a heavyweight intervened, and he was powerless to do anything to make himself do.

Yu Deshun was so angry that hundreds of dollars were wasted. Seeing that his ancestors' foundation was about to be destroyed, he was so anxious that he had no choice but to do anything. After all, those who took out manure could not get on the table, even the boss of the manure factory was the same. No matter how soft or hard he was, he could not beat others.

After thinking about it, it would be better to take a step back and the sky was wide open. Yu Deshun sighed long and seemed to have become ten years older overnight.

Suddenly, his subordinate Xiao Liben ran over panting: "Uncle, here, they are here."

"What are you panic? Who is coming? Look at your mourning face as if you are dead father."

"The boss of the Tsinghua Car Factory is here."

"Oh!" Yu Deshun panicked and almost threw the small teapot.

What does this Chen surname want to do? Can't he kill them all? Yu Deshun ran into the pot house and took out the kitchen knife. It happened that his wife came in. Seeing his gritting teeth, he said strangely: "Master, what are you doing?"

"Chen Zikun came to the door, I fought with him."

"You can hit someone's door, but you won't go to your door. I think this person surnamed Chen is a reasonable person. You should also take the dung king's demeanor and don't let others laugh at him."

After teaching his wife a lesson, Yu Deshun became a little more awake. She put down the kitchen knife, tidied her clothes, and went to the door of the manure factory to greet him in person.

"Isn't this Boss Yu? I'm meeting again. Hello, hello." Chen Zikun smiled, not like a fight at all. Moreover, he only brought one person here. If it was a smash, it would take at least twenty or thirty miles. This made Yu Deshun feel a little calm and said calmly: "Boss Chen is here, and he is in a hurry to welcome him. Please come in."

Yu Deshun thought while walking, and the people who came were not kind would not come. Don’t look at Chen Zikun’s smile, he would definitely not be kind-hearted.

Yu Ji Manure Factory is quite large, and he occupied a large open space next to Longxugou. There was a house here, but later, the Boxer Rebellion and the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Beijing, and a fire burned the place to white land. The original residents died in the war, so the open space was occupied by the Yu family.

The manure factory is full of deep pits dug, which store farm manure and spread out manure on the ground. Yesterday, a light snow made the ground muddy. When it arrived at the manure factory, it was filled with feces and urine. Only by placing the foot bricks all the way to the door of the house could it pass through.

There were dozens of single-wheeled manure trucks and five large trucks parked in the factory. Because the manure husbands were caught, these vehicles that should have gone out to pull manure were parked in the yard. The manure trucks were old, with iron sheets on the wooden wheels, and there were old manure dirt in every corner, which looked filthy. Chen Zikun looked at all this with interest and nodded constantly.

Yu Deshun felt a chill. He really wanted to take my property.

When he came to the house, he sat down with the guest and the wife stood aside after getting into tea, afraid that her husband would do something stupid.

"Damn, go in, Mr. Chen and I have something to say." Yu Deshun scolded.

The wife had to hide in the inner room.

Without waiting for Chen Zikun to speak, Yu Deshun left his seat, lifted his cotton robe and fell to the ground.

"What did you say?" Xue Pingshun quickly came up to help him, but couldn't help him.

"Chen Daxia, I'm convinced. Yu Ji's feces will be yours from now on. I have only one thing to ask for. If you don't agree, I will kneel down and die here." Yu Deshun insisted on the railway.

"Say." Chen Zikun only has one word.

"There are hundreds of brothers who have dinner with me. Please take care of them and give them a bite of food." Yu Deshun said, his eyes slightly red.

Chen Zikun laughed to the sky.

Yu Deshun was a little scared and didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Boss Yu, you're a little bit joking. You're sincerely blocking me, right?" Chen Zikun said with a smile.

"How come I can't understand what you said?" Yu Deshun looked confused.

"I came this time to entrust my brother to Boss Yu to take care of him. Why didn't you stop taking the lead before I could speak?"

"This... are you saying...I'm still confused?"

Xue Pingshun spoke: "Boss Yu, I think you are really confused. Even if you have a little brain, you can't do something like you. When did our Tsinghuan Car Factory say that you want to occupy Yuji's feces? If you don't send someone to clean the cottage, we can't even clean it ourselves, so we have to live in the feces like you?"

As soon as he said this, Yu Deshun suddenly became enlightened and patted his head and said, "I understand, it's mine."

Xue Pingshun continued, "We cleaned ourselves, but you couldn't see it. He came to the door with friends and patrolmen. You sincerely refused to let us live a peaceful life. Later, the neighbors gathered together to plead for mercy and asked you to send someone to clean it. We all admit how much it should be. No one wants to cause trouble, right? You refused, and they were so simple. The gentle and decent people living on Shifuma Street all bowed their heads to admit their mistakes. You were not satisfied. You pushed the business out of no one. In the end, we really had no choice but to find a few farmers from Changxindian to pick up the manure. You brought people over, blocked the car, beat people, and caused trouble."

Xue Pingshun didn't give him any face. This was a smug fight. Yu Deshun was almost caught up with Guan Gong. He was so arrogant that he could only think about the problem after he knocked down the world. He now recalled what he did in the past few days, and it was like he was crazy.

"Papa" Yu Deshun slapped a few mouths in his face.

"You are right. I am lard and my heart is hidden. No, it is damn feces that are hidden. I am not a human being, I deserve to die!" Yu Deshun whipped his face hard.

"Okay, Uncle Xue, Boss Yu is also deceived by the traitor." Chen Zikun made a smooth move, helped Yu Deshun up, and said, "Boss Yu, I have never thought of stealing your business from the beginning. I just want the residents to live a more comfortable life and clean the streets and alleys. You don't think this idea is too much?"

"Not too much, not too much." Yu Deshun quickly agreed.

Chen Zikun said: "This incident has been a bit big recently, which has alarmed Premier Xiong. He wants to write to the cabinet to completely clean up the accumulated problems in Beijing's manure industry. I think you are an old senior in the manure industry. You have to do your best to reform the manure industry in Beijing."

Yu Deshun was moved and tears were bursting. He understood the other party's purpose, not to kill him, but to give himself a way out.
Chapter completed!