Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The pavilion is not small, but there is no shelter on all sides, and the cold wind is blowing.

The temperature today is minus seven degrees Celsius. Although it is not extremely cold, the cold wind, coupled with the attack of air humidity, can definitely freeze people to death.

However, this environment still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Chinese people.

With the pavilion as the center, the area was almost full of people, except for the area where people were not allowed to stand.

The common people breathed in the hot air, waiting for the show to begin, and at the same time gathered together for a round:

"Wow, the city hasn't been this lively in years."

"It has been many years. It was probably only a dozen years ago when the army entered the city that it was more lively than this..."

"Hey, that's too much. Let's just compare it to Huo Yuanjia's battle against the foreign devils in the early days."

"It was a pity back then. I wonder if that former hero can make a comeback today."

"..."

Well, in their eyes, Zeng Wangcai was directly compared with Huo Yuanjia.

But no matter what, the enthusiasm of the Chinese people is fully demonstrated at this moment.

Siheyuan.

Everyone in the hospital was there, and Yi Zhonghai also rushed back from the machinery factory.

The matter Zeng Wangcai had caused was so big that Yi Zhonghai did not dare to act rashly and could only mutter and curse in his heart.

Someone from the sub-district office came. Director Zhang led the sub-district office and organized nearby residents to see them off. Sha Zhu represented the courtyard to see them off.

There was an even bigger scene at the entrance to the courtyard, with people on both sides. Sha Zhu even moved out the table he usually used for meetings, with a bottle of wine and two bowls on it.

"Brother Wangcai, let's not talk about anything else, it's all in the wine. On behalf of all the men in the Siheyuan, I wish you a triumphant return." After saying this, Sha Zhu drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

"Wangcai, you have to do something for us. No, you have to bring honor to our city..." Director Zhang called on everyone with a smile to cheer Zeng Wangcai up.

To be honest, Zeng Wangcai did not expect this situation.

Whether in his previous life or now, Zeng Wangcai had never seen such a scene, moreover, a scene centered around himself. His original intention was just to set up a factory.

This led to a series of events including competition with the Russians and placing advertisements in newspapers.

All of this was within his expectations. He also expected that the news would spread and the neighbors of the courtyard would react, but he did not expect the reaction to be so big and to involve the entire surrounding residents.

The alley was crowded with people, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zeng Wangcai.

At this moment, in this environment, Zeng Wangcai was able to understand the feelings of certain predecessors at certain specific moments.

Zeng Youqian looked at his son who was adored by everyone, his heart pounding and goose bumps all over his body. This was the most glorious moment in his life.

Before, he was still against his son's competition, but today, he changed his mind.

Zeng Youqian picked up the wine bowl and handed it to his son, saying softly: "You must win..."

After saying this, his tone was filled with pain and reluctance, and he added through gritted teeth: "Even if you are frozen, hold on for me!"

"Okay, Uncle Qian is right!" Sha Zhu was inspired and shouted, "Hold on even if you're freezing!"

"Everyone, come on, hold on!" Xu Damao was unwilling to lag behind, and with a long face, he did his job as a street office, inciting the neighbors to shout, "Hold on, hold on..."

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

"Hold on!"

"..."

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong exchanged glances, then raised their hands unwillingly and shouted at the same time: "Hold on, hold on..."

Dad, you are roasting me on the fire!

Zeng Wangcai was excited at first, then he was moved, but after Xu Damao joined, he looked at Xu Damao's long face and Yi Zhonghai and the other person who were forced to join, and felt inexplicably happy.

You sneaked in too...

He didn't believe that Xu Damao had this awareness.

He didn't believe even more that Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong would put aside their past grudges and cheer him up.

It's like... when you are hungry and ready to have a big meal, you suddenly find a few grains of rat droppings mixed in the meal.

But Zeng Wangcai didn't have time to care about this now. He raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl.

"Everyone, I'm going!"

"The wind is whistling..."

"I'll go, can you speak?"

The car drove into the Summer Palace, and Zeng Wangcai went directly to the place prepared by Old Liu and others - the Buddhist Incense Pavilion.

This famous scenic spot in later generations was the main venue for activities before the start of this competition.

Before Zeng Wangcai arrived, some foreign reporters gathered in the Buddhist Incense Pavilion, including Miao Miao, a newspaper reporter whom Zeng Wangcai had met once.

Neither Old Man Liu nor Ivankov showed up, and both sides were presided over by people of lower level.

On the Russian side, an official led the candidate for the competition - Ivansky (that's the name, he's just a minor character, just talk about how awesome he is, ten thousand drivers, very cool) to be interviewed by reporters.

This Ivansky is not an ordinary person. He has a strong physique and thick hair all over his body. His hair is almost as thick as that of a Husky. Even if he stands outside naked, he has an innate advantage over Zeng Wangcai.

"Excuse me, what do you think about this matter?" asked a foreign reporter.

"Haha, I think this is an unfair competition." Ivanski shook his big chest hidden under his coat. "We are not naturally afraid of the cold. The fact that I am wearing so little is proof of that. It is hard for me to imagine that someone would actually compete with me in resisting the cold. I hope he doesn't freeze into an ice sculpture in this weather."

"What do you think of China's winter clothes?" asked another reporter.

"A winter coat made of feathers? This is a joke." Ivansky laughed again. "We are not birds and do not need feathers. This coat is enough for us in winter. Look at my coat. It is of such good quality that it can help me resist all the cold. I only need to wear one coat in extreme weather."

Seeing Ivanski's attitude, Miao Miao couldn't help but ask: "Comrade Ivanski, the winter in Sijiu City is very cold, and it's even colder on Kunming Lake. The conditions for your competition are different from those of Comrade Zeng Wangcai, because you think that our winter clothes are filled with feathers. How long can you last under these conditions?"

“Hahaha!” I don’t know what kind of person this guy is. Just like in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he would laugh every time he spoke. “The weather in the city has no effect on me at all. Not to mention wearing feathers, I’m not afraid even if I don’t wear anything. I often swim in winter, so comrades reporters, you have no hope of winning…”

Judging from the situation at the scene, although the reporters did not see Zeng Wangcai, except Miao Miao, almost all reporters believed that Ivansky would win because of the differences in human physique.

Just at this moment, Zeng Wangcai arrived. He was carrying a package and was led to the scene by his own people.

Soon, reporters and translators arrived and began interviewing Zeng Wangcai.

This time, Miao Miao interviewed his own people first. Miao Miao first briefly told Zeng Wangcai about Ivansky's remarks, and then asked: "Comrade Zeng Wangcai, what do you think of Comrade Ivansky?"

"Don't listen to his bragging..."