The moon is dark, the wind is high, and the waves are crashing on the shore.
In the Black Sea port town of Jidai, north of Tuji, a cargo ship is parked next to a thin trestle. There are several container trucks on the dock, and a crane is hoisting it.
Because it was an informal operation, the hoisting took too long. The hoisting started before nightfall, but the work was not over all night. The workers on the dock, No. 20 or 30, were very anxious.
What was even more anxious was Ma Qianshan, who was standing by the trestle. This management elite came from the imperial ministry. He understood the layout of dozens of industrial categories in a large country and could manage hundreds of thousands of enterprises and institutions in an orderly manner. But he couldn't control it.
Good situation at hand.
This bunch of local workers were just joking. They had not finished hoisting more than a dozen containers for several hours. They were busy under the high-wattage iodine tungsten lamps. It was obvious that they also wanted to finish the work quickly.
Well done, but they don't know how to prepare it.
The ship they found was a bulk carrier with an opening in the middle. The hold was suitable for loading cargo such as grain ore. But now that we couldn't find another ship, we had to dismantle the cargo hatch cover and hoist the container inside.
Seeing how sloppy these guys were, Ma Qianshan was so anxious that his mouth was dry and he was scurrying back and forth like ants on a hot pot. He wished he could have a clone to help kick away all the local chicken workers in front of him. He was alone
People got the job done.
All the anxieties in this life are nothing compared to tonight.
Then there was a tall man next to him. He was so lazy that he was actually in the mood to lean on the recliner and drink local chicken black tea.
There was a teenage girl who entertained him personally. She boiled water in a small and beautiful silver pot, boiled it in a glass cup, and added fresh milk and sugar.
The little girl has delicate features, big eyes, a small nose, and a three-dimensional face. She is a beautiful woman at first glance. When she served tea, she handed it to her with both hands, but she did not dare to look directly at the young man sitting in the rocking chair.
The young man reached out to take the teacup, and gently shook the little girl's hand. The shocked girl shrank her hands as if she was electrocuted, her face turned red, she covered her scarf, turned around and ran away.
Ma Qianshan didn't understand native language, so he walked back and forth by the trestle all night and couldn't help. Seeing that the young man was still in the mood to drink tea, he ran over angrily to scold him...
"Mr. Zhou, Ancestor Zhou, I'll kneel down for you, okay? Please think of a way. It's almost dawn, and the goods haven't been loaded yet. How can you sit down and drink tea with peace of mind?"
And he teased the little girl."
Ma Qianshan's mouth bubbled with anxiety. He snatched the black tea with milk from the glass cup and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing the drink, he complained, "This tea is good, but it would be a waste to drink it for you. If something happens, can you bear to do it?"
Let the girl who makes tea be implicated?"
"You can't say that."
Zhou Qingfeng, who was sitting on the recliner, waved his hands quickly.
"I don't want anyone to make tea for me. I'm just sitting here. The girl shyly came over with a tea set. She wants to make tea for me. Can I refuse?"
Ma Qianshan was even angrier, "You've been drinking tea all night, don't you think your urine is bloated? Finish this matter quickly, okay? Don't bother with Plan B anymore. Plan A is good, it's safe and sound."
Things are best.”
The two of them argued mindlessly for a long time, but it did not help the work at the dock. Zhou Qingfeng just lay on the recliner with no intention of helping.
The local chicken workers were still busy and did not come to ask him to come forward.
After a while, another girl two or three years older walked up to Zhou Qingfeng.
She wore a black robe, but she still looked slim as she walked. A colorful gauze covered half of her face, and her big shining 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 started to manipulate the tea set. The fire in the small charcoal stove was burning, and the beautiful silver pot was filled.
Boil the water again.
While the water was boiling, the girl raised her head and glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, then calmly took out the tea brick from a paper bag and crushed it as finely as if it were medicine.
"What are you doing?" Ma Qianshan asked in a low voice.
"I don't know either." Zhou Qingfeng was equally confused on the recliner, "Is it hospitality?"
However, with the sea breeze blowing, the pretty girls serving tea, and the cool weather and vast starry fields, it tasted good—but Ma Qianshan standing next to him was too much of an eyesore.
The water was boiled, and the tea powder and fresh milk were added again. The girl opened the sugar bowl, grabbed a small tong to hold the sugar cubes, and then raised her head to ask Zhou Qingfeng.
Ma Qianshan didn't understand at the side and asked Zhou Qingfeng in a low voice: "What did the girl say? Is this a local custom?"
Zhou Qingfeng's face was already embarrassed, and he said weakly: "She...asked me...if I would like...to drink from now on...she made it
Tea."
Damn, there's something wrong with this posture.
"Director Ma, what should I do? How should I answer?"
Zhou Qingfeng and the girl looked at each other for about ten seconds and asked in a low voice behind him. But when he turned around, Ma Qianshan ran to the trestle again, as if he had made up his mind to command the local chicken workers.
After waiting for Zhou Qingfeng's answer for a long time, the older girl's mood suddenly dropped. She mechanically added three sugar cubes to the glass cup, sobbed a few times and shed two tears.
Zhou Qingfeng had goosebumps all over his body. He didn't dare to make a mistake this time. When the other party brought the tea, he took it politely. The girl didn't wait for him to drink the tea, lifted up her black robe, hung her head, turned around and left.
Already.
"How's it going?"
As soon as the girl left, Ma Qianshan came back and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "How are you doing?"
Zhou Qingfeng said, "What the hell?" He handed out the black tea with milk and said: "I see you are thirsty, why don't I give you this cup too."
Ma Qianshan waved his hand quickly, "That cup was wrong just now. It should have been tea for you. Did we break other people's rules? Do you want to explain it?"
"What's the explanation?" Zhou Qingfeng still drank the cup of black tea. Now he felt that it was better not to cause trouble and leave quickly, otherwise the night would be long and full of dreams - that cup of black tea was so sweet that his throat hurt after drinking it.
It's not easy to leave, as there is only one container left to hoist.
Zhou Qingfeng stood up from the recliner and was about to go over and direct someone to speed up, but a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a big belly walked over from the direction of the pier.
The other party's face was full of displeasure, but he also looked like he had to come. He called out "Young man from outside" and stopped Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng wanted to shrink back, but Ma Qianshan pushed him out.
The middle-aged native came closer and looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, observing very carefully. He sighed and said: "Young man, I don't like you very much. But my two daughters have taken a liking to you.
There's nothing I can do."
OMG!
Which script is this?
When Zhou Qingfeng jumped up, he was indeed out to cause trouble. He had expected that the CIA would fall from the sky, but he did not expect that the trouble would be bigger than he imagined.
Ma Qianshan couldn't understand the Tuji language, but he understood the current situation instantly. Because in the shadows about ten meters away behind the middle-aged Tuji, the two girls who had just come to make tea were hiding behind a tree, poking their heads.
The middle-aged native looked at Zhou Qingfeng and stared for a long time, "Young man, do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou Qingfeng wished he could immediately cast a spell to make himself invisible and escape, or simply use a violent charm to make everyone present lose their memory for a moment. But he could only smile awkwardly and hesitantly said, "Understood."
The middle-aged native chicken continued to ask: "My two daughters, which one do you like? The older one or the younger one?"
"This..., this..., your two daughters are very good, beautiful, gentle, and make good tea. I think they are very good, very good."
All good?
The middle-aged native chicken was in a dilemma. He shook his head, "This can't be done, this can't be done!"