The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the waves crash on the shore.

In the Black Sea port town of Yoshiyo, north of Toji, a cargo ship is parked by a thin trestle. On the dock are several container trucks, and a crane is being lifted.

Because it is an informal operation, it takes too long to hoist. I started hanging before nightfall, but the toss was not over all night. The twenty and thirty local chicken workers on the dock were very anxious.

What is even more anxious is Ma Qianshan, who is standing by the trestle, this management elite from the imperial capital ministries and commissions, understands the layout of dozens of industrial categories in a large country, and can manage hundreds or thousands of enterprises and institutions in an orderly manner. But he couldn't manage the situation in front of him.

The chicken-curtains were joking, and they hadn't lifted a dozen containers for hours. They were busy under the high-wattage iodine-tungsten lamp, and it could be seen that they also wanted to do their work quickly, but they didn't know how to mix it.

The ship we found was a bulk carrier with an opening in the middle, and the hold was suitable for carrying goods such as grain ores. But now there is no other ship to be found, so the cargo hatch cover can only be dismantled and the container is hoisted inside.

Seeing that these guys were so sloppy, Ma Qianshan was in such a hurry, his mouth was dry, and he was scurrying back and forth like ants in a hot pot. He hated to have a doppelganger technique, and helped kick all the chicken workers in front of him away, and he did the work alone.

All the anxieties of this life are not as good as tonight.

Look at the big tall man next to him, lazy and lazy, he is actually in the mood to lean on the recliner and drink local chicken black tea.

A teenage girl entertained him personally, using a delicate and beautiful little silver kettle to boil water, soak it in a glass cup, and add fresh milk and sugar.

The little girl has delicate eyebrows, big eyes, a small nose, and a three-dimensional face, and she looks like a beautiful embryo. She handed the tea with both hands, but she didn't 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 hand of the little girl. The startled girl withdrew her hands like an electric shock, her face turned crimson, covered her headscarf, turned around and ran.

Ma Qianshan didn't understand the local chicken language, and walked back and forth by the trestle all night, unable to help. Seeing that the young man was still in the mood to drink tea, he ran over angrily and counted down......

"Mr. Zhou, Ancestor Zhou, I'll kneel down for you, okay? Please, think of a way, it's almost dawn, and the shipment hasn't been loaded yet. How can you sit and drink tea with peace of mind? also flirted with other little girls. ”

The corners of Ma Qianshan's mouth were bubbling, and he snatched the milk black tea from the glass cup with his hand and drank it dry in one gulp. After drinking it, he complained, "This tea is good, it's too wasteful for you to drink." In case of an accident, can you bear to implicate the girl who made the tea? ”

"You can't say that."

Zhou Qingfeng on the recliner hurriedly waved his hand.

"I don't want anyone to make me tea. I'm sitting right here. The girl came over with a tea set shyly, she wanted to come and make me tea, can I still refuse? ”

Ma Qianshan was even more angry, "You've drunk tea all night, don't you think your urine is rising?" Hurry up and get this done, okay? Don't toss around any more Plan B. Plan A is very good, and it is best to be safe and sound. ”

The two of them quarreled for a long time, but it did not help the work of the docks. Zhou Qingfeng was lying on the recliner without the slightest intention of helping.

The local chicken workers were still busy and didn't 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 when she walked. A colorful scarf 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 their heads to look at the girl. She also stared at Zhou Qingfeng for a while, then squatted down and began to manipulate the tea set, the fire in the small charcoal stove was boiling, and the beautiful silver kettle was filled with water and boiled again.

When boiling water, the girl glanced up at Zhou Qingfeng a few times, and at the same time took out the tea bricks from a paper bag with a calm breath and crushed them like pounding medicine.

"What is this for?" Ma Qianshan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Zhou Qingfeng was also stunned on the recliner, "Is it hospitality?" ”

However, there is a sea breeze blowing, the beautiful girl serves tea, the weather is cool and the stars are wide, and the taste is still good - it is that Ma Qianshan is too eye-catching with the pestle next to him.

Bring the water to a boil and add the tea powder and fresh milk again. The girl opened the sugar jar, grabbed a small clip to clip the sugar cube, and raised her head to ask Zhou Qingfeng.

Ma Qianshan couldn't understand next to him, and asked Zhou Qingfeng in a low voice: "What did the girl say?" What are the local customs? ”

Zhou Qingfeng's face was already embarrassed, and he said weakly: "She...... Ask me ...... if you would like to ...... and drink it in the future...... The tea she brewed. ”

Damn, this posture is a little wrong.

"Director Ma, what should I do? How do I answer? ”

Zhou Qingfeng and the girl looked at each other for more than ten seconds, and asked behind him in a low voice. But as soon as he turned around, Ma Qianshan went to the trestle again, as if he had made up his mind to command those native chicken workers.

After waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to answer for a long time, the older girl was instantly depressed, mechanically added three sugar cubes to the glass cup, sobbed a few times with grievances, and dropped two tears into it.

Zhou Qingfeng had goosebumps all over his body, he didn't dare to make a mistake this time, and when the other party served the tea, he took it in a proper manner. The girl didn't wait for him to drink tea, picked up her black robe, drooped her head, turned around and left.

"What's going on?"

As soon as the girl left, Ma Qianshan came back and asked Zhou Qingfeng 'how is it'.

Zhou Qingfeng is a ghost, he handed out the black tea with milk in his hand and said, "I see that you are thirsty, or I will give you this cup to drink." ”

Ma Qianshan hurriedly waved his hand, "I made a mistake with that cup just now, it should be tea for you." Are we breaking other people's rules? Would you like to explain? ”

"Explain what?" Zhou Qingfeng still drank that cup of black tea into his stomach, and now he feels that he still doesn't make trouble, so it's better to leave quickly, otherwise the night will be long and dreamy - that cup of black tea is sweet to death, and his throat hurts after drinking it.

It's just not easy to go, and there is still one last container left to be hoisted.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up from the recliner and was about to go over to command to speed up, but a middle-aged man in his forties, with a big belly, walked over from the direction of the dock.

The other party's face was full of displeasure, but he had a look of compulsion. He shouted 'young man from outside' and stopped Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng wanted to shrink, but Ma Qianshan pushed him out.

The middle-aged native chicken walked closer, looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, and observed it very carefully. He sighed and said, "Young man, I don't like you very much. But my two daughters have a crush on you, and I can't help it. ”

Oh my God!

This is the script?

Zhou Qingfeng can jump up, he did come out to make trouble. This will be the CIA falling from the sky is all he expected, but he didn't expect it to happen bigger than he imagined.

Ma Qianshan couldn't understand the local chicken language, but he understood the current situation in seconds. Because in the shadows about ten meters away behind the middle-aged chicken, the two girls who had just come to make tea were hiding behind a tree and probing their brains.

The middle-aged native chicken looked at Zhou Qingfeng and stared at it for a long time, "Young man, do you understand what I mean?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't immediately cast a spell to escape incognito, or simply use a violent charm to make everyone present lose their memory for a moment. But he could only smile awkwardly, and squeezed out a sentence, "Understood." ”

The middle-aged man continued to ask: "My two daughters, which one do you like?" Big, or small? ”

"This ......, this ......, your two daughters are very nice, beautiful, gentle, and make good tea. I think it's all good, it's good. ”

All good?

The middle-aged chicken was embarrassed, he shook his head, "This is not good, this is not good!" ”