Xu Zhongze's son Xu Jiayu looks a bit like the young master who was popular during the Republic of China. He has oily hair, pink face, and a jade face and red lips.
It's just that Zhang Sixing doesn't intend to have a close relationship with him.
He is a soldier, and his life is on the battlefield. Although the boy in front of him is neatly dressed in tight clothes and has a French saber hanging on his horse's neck, looking at Zhang Sixing, he looks a bit girly.
Needless to say, such a person cannot be a good soldier, so he threw the corpses of several bandits into the smelly ditch aside, and he bowed his hand to Xu Jiajing.
"Brother Xu, thank you for coming to help. You'd better go back. It's almost noon now."
The reason why he rushed the boy from the Xu family in front of him to go home was because he really didn't want to delay the lunch noodles. You must know that he ran away from home when he was eight years old and had not eaten the local flavor of the real estate in more than ten years.
"It just so happens that I also plan to experience life in the military camp and stop by the field airfield there to have a look."
"Hey, this...isn't this good? It's a military base there and there could be a war at any time."
Zhang Sixing saw off the guests sincerely, but he really didn't know if the boy in front of him was stupid. There were many good young masters from rich families who insisted on experiencing military camp life. Although he did not admit it, in his previous life, he was attracted to the military camp by the soldiers' equipment in the video.
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"Not welcome? That's okay. I'll go find Captain Jiang of the Third Battalion. My father even helped them buy parts abroad. Commander Jiang still has to give me some face."
After speaking, the young master of the Jiang family ordered the servants,
"Take my horse back and tell my father that I will be a guest at Commander Chiang's place."
After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Sixing intentionally, then simply squeezed into the cab and gave instructions to the Belarusian driver,
"drive"
Of course the Belarusian driver would not listen to him. He glanced at Zhang Sixing from the corner of his eye, waiting for his order.
Zhang Sixing was a little helpless about this. When he met the young master of the Xu family who wanted a ride, could he refuse? Of course not, after all, Xu Zhongze was still auctioning the trophies for him.
According to Xu Jiayu, they have to go to the concession to sell it.
When Zhang Sixing thought about it, he would definitely sell it for more money. After all, he is the chairman, and no subordinate can't do their best.
He had no choice but to wave his hands and look out of the car with depressed eyes, hoping to make the young master of the Xu family in front of him feel coldly treated.
It would be best to trouble Jiang Qiyan and the others because of this, and that would satisfy Zhang Sixing's wishes.
When they arrived at the base, Zhang Sixing was reassured that the soldiers in the mixed barracks worked very quickly. They used wicker baskets filled with soil to build a wall.
It's three meters high, and now there are sandbags. If everyone works together, we should be able to complete the training ground faster.
After all, the main work here is done by his subordinates wearing ostrich boots. As soon as the training ground here is completed, Zhang Sixing will transfer new equipment from the warehouse in the concession and re-equip his subordinates.
After the car drove directly into the wall of wicker baskets, you could still see people from the military camp blocking the gaps in the wicker baskets with some debris. By then, the sentries on top of these "walls" would also be out of sight.
Curiosity and spying eyes.
The car parked directly in front of the canteen. It was exactly twelve o'clock at noon, and the soldiers had already begun to walk into the canteen. Of course, the most important people in the canteen where Zhang Sixing was were Zhang Sixing and a guard platoon.
In the blink of an eye, he saw the car and a Shaanxi accent shouted,
"Principal, wash your face and hands quickly, I'm going to get you off here."
Zhang Sixing, who had just opened the car door, jumped out and looked for a place to wash his hands. Of course it was not the washbasin that everyone is accustomed to, but a suspended gasoline barrel with a sealing ejector at the bottom.
Just lift it up with your hands and wash your hands with clean, cold water. This thing is so simple and inconspicuous that it can be modified with just a bucket. But just such a gadget can solve the problem of the spread of cholera.
"Wow, this is different from any military camp I've ever seen."
Xu Jiayu jumped out of the car and looked around, with some kind of surprise in his eyes.
"This is the camp of our umbrella school. Captain Jiang and the others are over there."
Zhang Sixing, who was thinking about pulling noodles, walked into the cafeteria and casually pointed in the direction where Jiang Qiyan and the others were.
But before he could finish his words, Jiang Qiyan's voice came,
"Principal Zhang, look at what you want, I've got it for you. It's a genuine imported product from Germany."
It was Jiang Qiyan who came, followed by a group of soldiers, carrying something wrapped in brown paper on their shoulders.
With just one glance, Zhang Sixing understood what it was.
The asphalt is imported from Germany and is the crude asphalt refined from crude oil. This is one of the raw materials Zhang Sixing needs.
"Don't leave it here, let them send it to Old Tobacco, he knows how to deal with it."
After ordering his soldiers, Jiang Qiyan shrugged his nose.
"How does this look like..."
"Don't smell it, our Shaanxi sour sauce contains chili pepper. I'm afraid your mouth will burn if you eat it."
"It's okay, it's okay. Although Cantonese people can't eat spicy food, I can still eat some. You are busy, so you don't need to greet me."
After saying that, Jiang Qiyan ignored Zhang Sixing at all and joked that supplies were running out, and even the food for the air force could not be guaranteed. Since he smelled the smell of meat, it seemed that he was not going to let go of this bowl of noodles.
The cook in the canteen shouting,
"Hey, hey, sir, this bowl belongs to the principal, please don't grab it..."
"It's okay. Just give him another bowl. I see you have quite a lot of white noodles. Come back..."
Zhang Si Xing was already numb to the fact that pilots came to his mess hall to have a meal, but he still took steps.
Although he is very good at other things, especially killing people very quickly, the skill tree of cooking has not improved at all.
He had been looking forward to this noodles for more than ten years.
While he was trying his best to maintain the majesty of the principal and walked towards the meal window, hoping that it would be his turn with the next bowl of noodles, there was a figure running faster than him,
"Whatever the noodles are, I'll try them too. The next bowl is mine."
Looking at Xu Jiayu's back, Zhang Sixing sighed. He didn't understand why this group of people liked to come to his place to eat. A Cantonese wanted to eat "super spicy" pulled noodles. A little fresh pork fed by Jiangsu vegetables, actually
I also dare to challenge Qin Jiao.
He shook his head depressedly, but couldn't push Xu Jiayu away, so he had to queue up behind him honestly.
I have to say that the chef who was trained by Xue Xishan from Shaanxi not only makes the noodles so loud that they can fall on the chopping board, but also has the rich taste of sour and sour seeds, which is really a good food to relieve homesickness.
After finally getting the bowl, he stirred the bowl full of red noodles that looked like ketchup. Before he could put it into his mouth, he saw old cigarette smoker Li Youtian running towards the cafeteria with a big cigarette bag in his mouth and his hands behind his back.
Damn it, Fuck, does this guy want to come to my place to make a living?
Feeling bad, Zhang Sixing hurriedly opened his mouth and stuffed a chopstick of noodles into his mouth.
Sour and spicy, the belt-wide noodles are filled with meaty and spicy taste. Cook until the noodles are very crumbly. The more you chew, the better the taste. Then add a clove of garlic...
But when he saw Old Yantai walking towards him, he knew that his chance to enjoy a good meal without being disturbed was gone.