Chen Zikun's hand is too vicious, he found these twelve men from Changxin Shop, all of them are honest and simple croppers, every day with white flour steamed buns and pig's head meat delicious and delicious and drunk to serve, eat and drink enough to give new clothes to wear, take to visit Beijing City, three days down, the men are moved and eager to take out their hearts to him.

To say that this dung, in fact, there is really no technical at all, but it is the men of Beijing who are tired of burying it, so that some refugees from Hebei and Shandong have monopolized the dung industry, and the twelve heroes of Changxindian are all serious villagers, and they are used to dealing with manure and fertilizer, and the people in the city feel dirty, in their eyes, it is the best farm fertilizer.

Da Kunzi gave an order, Wang Dongliang took twelve brothers to carry dung baskets, carrying dung spoons, and rushed to the battlefield with a hundred times the spirit.

Their enthusiastic work attitude moved the residents of Shijuma Street to tears, and the masses rushed to tell each other that the dung excavation team in the years of Guangxu Ye was back.

Some old men and old ladies came out with teapots and bowls from home, beckoning the dung men to drink tea and rest, and the men just shook their heads honestly: "Not thirsty, not tired." Then he pulled it out, and the uncles and aunts praised it, and took out the copper to reward, and the men changed color: "Gentlemen, you are scolding me!" "Absolutely not.

People are more than people, angry people, there are these live Lei Feng like dung diggers, it shows that they are simply not human because of Deshun, they are slippery and lazy, eat and take cards, and do disgusting things, speaking of them, the old and young masters are all scolding, and they can't wait to never deal with these people in the future.

It was at this moment that Yu Deshun came in a hurry with people, and his biggest reliance was to monopolize the transportation and sales channels of manure, in fact, this so-called monopoly is extremely fragile, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can break it in an instant, Chen Zikun did just that, and it was very successful.

Not only Yu Deshun was dumbfounded, but all the guys in Yu Ji Manure Factory were dumbfounded, and they had to admit that their work was beautiful and authentic, making people speechless.

Yu Deshun regretted this in his heart, he knew that he wouldn't sell the taste, and when the neighbors came to beg him, how good it was to get off the donkey, and in the current situation, the dung road was completely lost, and there was no place to reason.

He is not willing to fail, you must know that the population in Xuanwumen is dense, the output is very high, there are a few alleys nearby, you can make a lot of money in a year, people are panicked, not to mention that Yu Deshun is a second-rate bully, on courage, on means, not into the stream, seeing that the ocean of white flowers is about to go down the drain, he immediately anxious, with his men rubbing forward to block the way of the dung truck, without saying a word, grabbed a brick from the side of the road and smashed it down with a "snap" on his head, and the blood flowed on the spot, and the person lay under the wheel.

This is a scoundrel, where have the simple farmers of Changxindian seen this, and they immediately panicked, Yu Ji's dung men have to be unforgiving, shouting and scolding, they are also their own farmers, and they have been digging dung in the city for a few years, and they are gradually contaminated with the second-rate habits of being easy and tired.

No matter how simple the peasants are, they are not muddy, they move their hands on both sides as soon as they come and go, they are all stupid coolies who have not practiced martial arts, and they scuffle in one place, and they are lively and lively, and there is no visibility at all.

This time, the patrol officers came quite in time, and with a terrible siren, dozens of patrol officers descended from the sky, detained everyone and escorted them to the police station.

When the dust settled, there were only two dung trucks and a dung scoop left at the scene, and the mules pulling the carts snorted and stood quietly.

Wang Dongliang, who had pulled a foreign car in the city, was relatively clever, and when he saw the patrol police appear, he slipped into the small alley on the side, and only fled back to the Ziguang Depot when the patrol officers left, and reported to Chen Zikun: "Boss, something is wrong, the brothers have been arrested by the patrol police." ”

Chen Zikun was sitting on the Taishi chair reading "History of China", the wind was light, he was not shocked, put down the book and said: "What's the hurry, the sky hasn't fallen again." ”

Xue Ping said smoothly: "These patrol officers don't come early or late, but they come at this time, this is pulling the bias, alas, the official word is two, this time we have fallen into the trap." ”

Chen Zikun said with a smile: "Uncle Xue, why are you in a hurry, we don't need to be in a hurry, someone is more anxious than us." ”

……

Sure enough, the neighbors in the area of Shijuma Street are anxious, they are all people who have lived for half their lives, who still can't understand the catty in it, it must be Yu Deshun and the police station who are embarrassed and cooperate with people.

They can't deal with Yu Deshun, that is the general knowledge of not wanting to put down the frame and digging dung, but the police station is different, they have a move, a group of neighbors hula all flocked to a big mansion at the west end of Shijuma Street, this is not ordinary, it was the Keqin County Mansion of the former Qing Dynasty, and now it is the residence of the former Prime Minister Xiong Xiling.

In this turmoil, Xiong's Mansion is also deeply affected, the three thatched houses in the house are full of valleys and pits, just now a few diligent dung men came to clean it up, and before leaving, they also sprinkled lime and sprayed disinfectant water, and they didn't even want to tip, and they didn't even drink saliva.

Hearing the porter's report that a group of neighbors came to worship, Mr. Xiong did not dare to slack off, and personally received him, and the people who could visit him were all civil servants, teachers, doctors and other social elites.

Xiong Xiling listened, thought for a moment and said: "Come on, take my post to the police station, and ask the director to report to me what to do with the case." ”

He also said to the neighbors: "Rest assured, I have long considered the problem of municipal sanitation in Beijing, the monopoly of the manure valve industry, the filth of the market, and the disadvantages of sabotage and extortion, which seriously affect the people's livelihood, and the reform is imminent. ”

Then the people dispersed.

After sending off the neighbors, Xiong Xiling said to the housekeeper again: "This wave of dung men who came today did a good job, who is their owner." ”

The housekeeper said: "I heard that he is the owner of a nearby car factory, young and promising, self-made, and less than twenty years old this year. ”

Xiong Xiling was quite interested: "Oh, I thought I would meet him." ”

……

Ziguang Depot, the door is open, Xue Pingshun is sitting in the door smoking a cigarette pouch, Aunt Wang is sitting in the opposite sun sewing clothes, suddenly saw a person coming in outside, dressed decently, behaved generously, and asked politely: "May I ask if it is Chen Zikun and Boss Chen's house?" ”

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

"I'm Xiong Gui, the housekeeper of the Xiong Mansion, and our lord wants to invite Boss Chen to come over for a while." The person who came took out a post and handed it over, Xue Pingshun took it and looked at it, almost not sitting on the ground.

The dignified former Prime Minister Mr. Xiong Xiling actually handed over a post to invite Da Kunzi!

"Yes, please come in." Xue Pingshun hurriedly greeted.

Steward Xiong smiled: "I won't go in, you can hand it over on your behalf." ”

"Done." Xue Pingshun politely sent off the bear housekeeper, and ran into the main room as if he was flying, holding the post in his hand and shouting: "Da Kunzi, guess who came to invite you." ”

Chen Zikun smiled: "I guess it should be our neighbor, Mr. Xiong Xiling from the Keqin County Palace." ”

Xue Pingshun was shocked: "Da Kunzi, you are an unpredictable prophet." ”

"Hehe, in the house near the alley on the left side of Shijuma Street, only Xiong Lao is the most prestigious, and Uncle Xue, you are so excited, if I can't guess anymore, I will be a fool."

"Yes, Da Kunzi, you are really like a god, Xiong Lao came forward, this matter must be complete, what, don't sit still, hurry up and change your clothes, Prime Minister Xiong is waiting for you in the house."

Xue Pingshun urged violently, but Chen Zikun was calm: "What's the hurry, it's not me begging to see him." ”

Having said that, I still changed into the clothes of the guest and came to the bear house, which was the former palace, the door face of the five-bay room, which was called a magnificent, the seven-grade official in front of the prime minister's house, and even the gatekeeper was arrogant, and he didn't look at people with his eyes.

Chen Zikun strode forward, handed over the name post, and rewarded a piece of the ocean, the porter's smiling face was like a chrysanthemum, and he flew in to report, and came out without much effort, "Boss Chen, please come inside." He led Chen Zikun into the door.

The sentence Houmen is as deep as the sea is not false at all, Xiong Mansion is just a former Qing County Palace, it is dazzling, the porter took Chen Zikun into several doors, turned several corners, and then came to the small living room where Master Xiong met guests.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a high-ranking police officer coming over, it was Li Dingbang, who had dealt with Chen Zikun in the horse house, the police officer was the rank of policeman, his position was the director of the inner city police station, and today his subordinates arrested a group of dung men who picked quarrels and provoked troubles and fought and brawls, which was originally just an inconspicuous trivial matter, but he didn't want to alarm Xiong Lao, and called Li Dingbang to scold him.

Li Dingbang is so angry, although Xiong Xiling has stepped down, he has also served as a prime minister, and in terms of identity and status, he is much higher than himself as the police commissioner, so he can only obediently bow his head and be trained, and make up his mind to go back and scold Ma Lao Wu doubly, it is all this kid, he doesn't have long eyes, and he offended Master Xiong for a dung head.

Unexpectedly, he met his old rival Chen Zikun in Xiongfu, Li Dingbang suddenly thought that this matter must be inseparable from the surname Chen, and he was even more resentful, but he was polite on the surface, and said hello: "Boss Chen, you are also here, I still have something to do, let's see you back." ”

Chen Zikun also said politely: "Li Gongzheng, I haven't seen you for a few days, our brothers have to have a drink." ”

The two pretended to greet each other, Chen Zikun entered the small living room, Xiong Xiling was about fifty years old, wearing a robe and coat, gray hair, a lovely smile, no shelf, beckoned Chen Zikun to sit down, let the maid serve tea, and said after greeting: "There is one thing I wonder about, I don't know if Boss Xiao Chen can answer questions." ”

"Excuse me?"

"Why did you get involved in the manure industry in the capital as a car driver?"

Chen Zikun smiled and said eloquently: "I don't plan to get involved in the dung industry, I just did my own thing." ”

"Oh? How to say this. ”

"The ancients said, if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world, if I am a young man of the Republic of China, I can't even solve the sanitation in my own home and alley, and even a group of stupid dung men can't do anything, how can I work hard to promote my 5,000-year-old Chinese national prestige to the world."

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

"Young man, who did you study with?" Xiong Xiling asked.

"The late Chinese language was studied under Mr. Liu Shipei, and the English was studied by Mr. Gu Hongming." Chen Zikun replied calmly.

Xiong Xiling was in awe: "It turned out to be the disciples of these two masters of Chinese studies." ”