Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing remained calm and chatted with the top leader while bringing Director Yang in.

"Director Yang, I have just been transferred to another job for two days, and I don't recognize many of the factory's cadres.

It's hard to start work without knowing everything, can you introduce me to something?"

Director Yang really hated He Daqing.

What kind of occasion is this? You tell me this as if I'm excluding you?

Although he was very reluctant, Director Yang still put on a smile.

After all, He Daqing is a man who has no respect for his dignity at all. In the end, he is the one who is embarrassed.

"Chief He, I'm sorry, I failed in my duty.

Come, let me introduce it to you.

These two are the workshop directors..."

He Daqing nodded, but didn't get the answer he wanted. He continued to point at a few people outside and asked:

“What about them? They appear to be engineers from our factory?

Engineers are the treasures of our steel mill, and I must know them all."

Soon, He Daqing got the answer he wanted.

Sure enough, the shortest engineer was Li Xueru.

The Japanese, the Japanese, what they said is absolutely right.

Tomoki Kameda, Tomoki Kameda, from now on, grandpa will keep a close eye on you.

I don't believe that I can't catch you.

He Daqing remained calm and chatted with the leaders for a while.

He Daqing left the busy production workshop under the pretext of preparing ingredients for a dinner for the leaders.

After a while, He Daqing came into the canteen kitchen carrying a large basket of vegetables.

The canteen monitor was an old acquaintance of He Daqing. When he saw He Daqing come in, he grinned and came forward to greet him.

"Yo~

Chief He, what brings you here?

This is?"

He Daqing put the vegetable basket on the table.

"Isn't this nonsense? There must be something wrong.

Are you, a small cafeteria monitor, worthy of the attention of the undergraduate head?

The leader said the food you cook is tasteless and like pig food.

So, let the head of the undergraduate department be responsible for the dinner reception.

This basket contains food. Please issue a receipt.

Zhuzi, come here, did this dog bully you? "

He Yuzhu walked over happily.

"Dad, I'm here.

Just him? Who gave him the courage? I can’t beat him to death.”

The canteen monitor lowered his head and wrote out the receipts.

Take a few deep breaths.

Ah ~

I'm so angry, I really want to beat these two bastards to death.

After the canteen monitor issued the ticket, He Daqing sent He Yuzhu to the finance department to collect the money. He picked up the vegetable basket and started to get busy.

The Russians’ food is simple and direct.

If you make it too elaborate, it will not be beautiful.

As the saying goes, wild boars can't eat fine bran.

Toast bread, make flatbreads, and boil potatoes.

He Daqing didn't even have to do it himself, he just ordered the canteen's cook to do it.

Dice apples, boil them, mash them, and stir in some seasonings to make applesauce.

Dice the smoked fish and slice the sausage.

Add a plate of pickles and a plate of sauerkraut.

At this point, all of Lao Maozi’s dishes are ready.

These things can be eaten at any time, whether hot or cold.

Many Russian families always have these things on hand. They don't have fixed meal times and just eat when they're hungry.

He Daqing put on a chef's apron. The next dish he was going to prepare was not something that the half-baked cooks in the cafeteria could prepare.

There was a large table filled with people in the private room for the dinner.

There were five leaders and Director Yang, and eight Russians.

The Russians are not used to using chopsticks, so they just use their hands.

Just like a group of hairy gorillas, they grabbed the food on the table and stuffed it into their mouths.

Although the Russians' eating manners were a bit ugly, the atmosphere at the table was still harmonious.

After a few glasses of liquor, the Russians became more and more outrageous.

Some even wanted to compete with their leaders in drinking and mocked the Chinese people's drinking capacity.

The entire private room was filled with poor Chinese and a large amount of vulgar Russian.

He Daqing walked in with a plate of sweet and sour pork, frowning.

Damn, are these hairy apes trying to rebel?

Several leaders had grim looks on their faces. If they hadn't had to rely on these old Russians to install and debug the machinery, they would have been dealt with long ago.

He Daqing took a bottle of liquor from the table and knocked on the table.

“You hairy monkeys, you want some drinks, huh?

I'll drink with you guys."

When the Russians heard this, they were furious and pointed at He Daqing and cursed him.

He Daqing didn't care, he put the bottle mouth to his mouth and poured the whole bottle of liquor into his mouth.

It looks like it goes down the throat, but in fact it all pours into the system space.

He Daqing drank a bottle of liquor without changing his expression. He threw the bottle in front of the Russian who was shouting the loudest.

"You useless idiot, stop talking and drink.

What's going on? Weren't you very arrogant just now?

Can you drink it? No, go pick up the bones under the table and eat them. "

Drinking is the strong point of these Russians, but they were provoked by a Chinese.

The old Russian was so excited that he screamed and reached out to take off his clothes.

He picked up a bottle of wine and, imitating He Daqing, blew into the bottle.

The Russian was indeed a Russian. Although he did not drink as smoothly as He Daqing, he still finished the whole bottle of soju.

He Daqing rolled up his sleeves and opened another bottle of liquor in front of the shocked eyes of the Russians.

"Gudu~"

"Gudu~"

The only sound in the entire private room was the sound of soju entering the throat.

He Daqing threw the liquor bottle onto the table, supported his hands on the table, and stared at the Russian opposite him.

"Drink it, don't act like an old woman.

I think you should say that you are a woman and you don’t have to drink this wine.”

The old Russian swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted his hot cheeks, and tried to sober himself up.

"Just drink it. This little bit of wine is nothing to us."

The old Russian spoke in a very tough manner, but after taking two sips from a bottle of wine, he fell straight into a chair.

He Daqing didn't say anything harsh, but picked up another bottle of wine from the table.

"Gudu~"

"Gudu~"

It went down his stomach in no time.

"Come on, drink, there's plenty of wine.

Come and drink with me, you, or you?

Humph, you still have the nerve to urge me to drink with such a small amount of alcohol. I feel so ashamed for you guys."

The Russians were so embarrassed that their faces turned red, and they immediately became angry and humiliated.

"We just drank a lot today and we were not in the right mood. Don't be so arrogant."

"That's right, that's right. If you keep talking, I'll let you taste the power of my fist..."

This was exactly what He Daqing wanted. Drinking and fighting was what he called comfort.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on, let me test your strength.

You bunch of losers, come with me, it's more spacious outside.

Haha, leaders, don’t worry.

I am a first-class combat hero. I have killed at least hundreds of Americans with my bare hands.

I don’t even take these hairy monkeys seriously…”

After a while, screams of the Russians were heard outside the cafeteria room.

The sound was like a beaten puppy.

"Ouch~~"