Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing walked slowly for a few steps and turned into an alley.

He jogged along the way, looking back from time to time to see if anyone was catching up with him.

Damn it, I was careless.

This time I hit a wall and almost suffered a great loss.

He Daqing rubbed the sore parts of his body while calculating in his mind.

Well, just take it as a lesson.

Next time you go out to do dirty work, make sure you bring all the necessary equipment with you.

If I had a bag of lime powder in my hand just now, the vegetable vendor would definitely not be able to escape within three moves.

Or, it would be nice to have a brick on you, which is very handy.

That’s right, we need to put some lime bags and some bricks in the space.

Even if Lu Bu were still alive, I, He Daqing, would teach him how to be a good man every minute.

The monkey’s ability to steal peaches cannot be used lightly, after all, it is a hidden skill.

What if she is a female or a eunuch? That would be a big loss for me.

I still have to learn some other moves, preferably some decent boxing and kicking skills. I, He Daqing, am also a man who cares about my reputation.

The system's treasure chest should also be able to help, right?

Hey, I have 20,000 points, let me try my luck.

“Ding~

Thank you for your patronage~”

"I am the father of the Ni family~

Can we still do this? "

He Daqing cursed and his gambling mentality came back.

"I don't believe it anymore, smoke again~"

“Ding~

Junior high school cultural skills book~"

“Ding~

Since the host's IQ level is below the passing line, his junior high school education has been reduced to elementary school graduation."

He Daqing just felt as if his brain had opened up, and things that he couldn't figure out before suddenly became clear to him.

So this is what it means to hoe the field in the middle of the day?

The purple smoke from Zhao's incense burner is not what I imagined.

Alas, so boring, so boring. The talent of the ancients was just like that, lacking great love.

Damn, do I have a low IQ?

What a shitty system! If you weren’t a parasite on my lifeblood, I would have chopped you up and fed you to the dogs.

Humph, today I can draw a junior high school education, next time I can draw a college education, after all, I am still an educated person.

The director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is a big capitalist known as Loubancheng.

Just by hearing this title, you can tell how rich he is.

Before liberation, the slightly wealthier neighborhoods in the east of the city were almost all Loubancheng's industries, and most of the courtyard houses in Nanluoguxiang were no exception.

Lou Bancheng was also a man of great courage. He donated most of his family fortune, at least on the surface.

The superiors also like to see a sensible and obedient person like Lou Bancheng.

Look, even though the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is a heavy industrial base, the bosses still let Lou Bancheng be the factory director, which is like a golden signboard.

Of course, Director Lou is just a figurehead, and Secretary Yang still has the final say on the factory's production work.

The north was still fighting a war with the United States and the Americans, and factories like the Red Star Steel Mill, which could produce military parts, were producing everything to meet military needs.

The production task is very heavy, and we have been recruiting workers, increasing production and expanding recently.

The task of recruiting workers fell on Lou Bancheng's shoulders. After all, Lou Bancheng was familiar with the people nearby, so he had some idea of ​​who to recruit.

Lou Bancheng led his team to set up a small stall in front of the factory gate, and greeted people who came to look for jobs with a smile on their faces.

Although he smiled, he actually felt mixed emotions.

The peasants who were once trampled under his feet have become arrogant and he has to coax them with nice words.

What's the point? Isn't it just to have a good reputation? So that the higher-ups can spare your life.

He Daqing swaggered past the long recruitment line. Being a scoundrel, it was impossible for him to queue up as he could not afford to lose face.

Pushing aside Passerby A who was greeting Lou Bancheng, He Daqing said cheerfully:

"Boss, hiring?

Do you still recognize me, He Daqing?

I was a chef in your restaurant before liberation."

When Lou Bancheng saw He Daqing's rogue appearance, he could no longer recognize He Daqing.

This guy has a bad character. He ate and took things in his own restaurant, drank some cat urine, and got drunk and beat people.

If his cooking skills weren't so good, I would have dealt with him long ago. What a stinky cook, he really thinks he is the boss.

He cursed in his heart, but what came out of his mouth were nice words.

"Oh, Master He, how could I not remember you.

Your craftsmanship is truly amazing, I can still recall it now.

haha~

He Daqing from Nanluoguxiang is a well-known actor.

Mr. He never comes to visit you unless there is something important. What advice do you have for me today?"

He Daqing didn't come here to make a scene today, he was looking for a job, so he naturally lowered his status and didn't dare to call himself "master".

"Hey~

Boss, please don't flatter me.

In front of you, I, He Daqing, am nothing.

Hehe ~

I see you are hiring, so I came here to ask for a job.

After all, you are my old boss. I, He Daqing, feel comfortable living under you~"

Lou Bancheng's eyes rolled. He Daqing's craftsmanship was indeed good, but he was too prone to trouble.

It's good to cause trouble. The steel mill is not mine now anyway. It should be lively if there is a scoundrel like He Daqing to annoy those old soldiers.

As for whether He Daqing would cause trouble, Lou Bancheng was not worried at all.

The people in the upper echelons all hold the guns. How can a scoundrel like He Daqing really cause trouble?

"Okay, Master He, since you've spoken, how dare I not respond?

Our canteen has just been expanded and we are in need of a head chef. You are the right person for this position."

He Daqing was about to agree when the system issued a task with a ding.

“Ding~

You are tired of being a cook and are ready to become a glorified truck driver."

"I'm not tired of fucking you, my god. I just like being a cook. Flipping the wok makes me happy~"

“Ding~

Mission reward, body functions will be five years younger~"

"Sigh~"

He Daqing took a breath of cold air. Is there such a good thing?

Five years younger? Looks like I'll have to take on another mistress.

"Yes, yes, I'm tired of being a cook. I want to be a driver and be a driver for the rest of my life~"

He Daqing bowed towards Lou Bancheng.

“Boss, I haven’t been a cook for a long time. I changed my career.

I am now a truck driver. I learned how to drive from a restaurant delivery driver and now I have completed my training.”

Lou Bancheng was a little confused by what He Daqing said.

What? Did I hear that right? A stinky cook can drive a truck?

"Mr. He, you are really funny. Are you kidding me?"

“Boss, I really am a truck driver, not a cook.

My driving skills are several levels better than my cooking skills.

Isn't there a car in the factory? Whether it's a mule or a horse, let's take it out for a ride."

Seeing that what He Daqing said made sense, Lou Bancheng stopped refutation.

After all, truck drivers are a scarce resource and the factory has a heavy transportation workload.

Yesterday, a driver had his testicles pinched and went home to recuperate.

He Daqing arrived at the right time. If he really knew how to drive, wouldn’t this hole be filled?