Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Li Weijun sneered at those who were self-deprecating and lacked confidence. They thought that foreign monks were good at chanting sutras and that they always used toothpicks to stir the water tank, as if being tall and strong was the basic characteristic of white men.

However, there are no tall and strong people with tall stature, strong enough to lift a tripod. Not to mention anything else, the terrifying height of Confucius, a northern man, is a mountain that many nations cannot cross.

The famous daimyo samurai from Sakura next door would probably be able to reach Confucius' knees if he jumped up. As for those red-haired demons in Europe, they were all barbarians during the Roman rule.

Black hair and black eyes, this is the true Roman aristocratic bloodline of Europa. However, after Rome declined and fell, the surrounding barbarians began to shamelessly claim the theory of bloodline.

All in all, in the heart of Mary, a Gallic woman, she had no aversion to Li Weijun, a handsome, burly and strong Chinese man. On the contrary, she was quite interested in him.

So when Mary heard Li Weijun say that he would send his own transport driver to take the goods to the Beijing Steel Mill, her first reaction was to persuade him kindly.

"Dear Li, your territory is vast. If I remember correctly, the distance from Shanghai to Beijing is enough to cross Europe. If you use a private vehicle for transportation, have you ever thought about the difficulties along the way? Excuse me, I heard that you may encounter robbers along the way..."

"Ms. Mary, thank you for your kindness, but how to transport these goods to the capital is my business. I hope you understand that from the moment you buy these things, I am the owner of these goods. They are my private property, and I have the right to choose a faster and more efficient way of transportation."

Before he finished speaking, Li Weijun shook his head helplessly and thanked Mary for her kindness.

It would be nice to have the Friendship Store send a car to deliver the goods, but if there was no portable space, Li Weijun would have been more than happy to have it.

But after having the portable space, Li Weijun became a little lazy and dependent. He would throw anything in it just to make himself feel at ease and secure.

Everyone knows that the Gauls have always been casual. The journey may only take one or two days, and they may take a rest and enjoy the scenery along the way, but it may take ten days or half a month to reach the capital.

Li Weijun doesn't have the patience to wait for these passers-by in the romantic city. It would be better for him to stuff all these things into his personal space early and take the train back to Beijing.

Not only does it save time and effort, it is also highly concealed.

These days, meat has to be eaten at the bottom of the bowl. If you want to show off, you have to carry a refrigerator and a TV with you when you go back to the courtyard.

It probably won’t be long before the area in front of Li’s house will be even more noisy than the vegetable market.

Three people make a tiger. You have to be on guard.

It's not like now. If he puts it in the personal space privately, Li Weijun will arrange it himself after returning to the courtyard, and then get some sound insulation materials to prevent the noise from leaking out, and enjoy making a fortune in silence.

After hearing this, Mary looked at the stubborn Li Weijun helplessly and said, "Dear Li, if that's the case, I respect your choice. Please leave me your address in Shanghai."

Li Weijun simply asked Mary to send someone to pull these large items to the national highway, put them at the designated location, and leave after that.

Someone will naturally complete the remaining cleanup work, although Mary is a little worried that these priceless and precious industrial products will be lost if left on the roadside.

But looking at Li Weijun, who was so confident and calm, Mary sighed and said nothing in the end.

After finalizing the matter, Li Weijun took a car driven by a staff member of the Friendship Store and drove the purchased goods to the national highway.

These Gauls were indeed undisciplined. After unloading their things, they piled them in a mess beside the highway. A few of them were chatting about whether to drink red wine or whiskey in the evening.

The unanimous answer was to drink craft wheat beer.

Strangely enough, as we all know, German craft beer is world-renowned, and the man with a mustache also started his famous bread mark speech in a small beer hall.

The Gauls, who advocate cultural salons, do not drink their own wine, but are obsessed with craft wheat flower beer. It is really sad.

These Gallic men were different from the hospitable Mary. They were all blond and blue-eyed. Although they were well-dressed, most of them were fat and round like barrels.

I can only say that this is the only thing about white people, their shelf life is too short...

These people were obviously not fond of the Chinese, and even looked down on them. After moving their things down impatiently and roughly, they got in their cars and left.

Watching the pickup truck gradually disappear from sight, Li Weijun glanced at the watch on his wrist and estimated the distance to the guesthouse. He found that if he simply walked underground, it would be around eight or nine o'clock by the time he arrived at the guesthouse.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful that I didn't put my Phoenix brand bicycle into my personal space when I came to Shanghai.

Now it's a bad situation. It's in the wilderness, rarely visited by people. Although there is a Hanyang-made sword lying in the space, two fists are no match for four hands. If we really run into some vicious villain, it will take some effort.

Seeing that there was no one around, Li Weijun quickly stuffed all the large items into his personal space.

I ran all the way according to the path I remembered.

It’s true, after undergoing systematic tendon-strengthening and marrow-cleansing, Li Weijun clearly felt that his body’s speed and physical fitness had been significantly enhanced.

If it were the frail body of my previous life who worked nine to five and often worked overtime, I would be out of breath and red in the face after running a 100-meter sprint.

But now Li Weijun looks normal and in good shape. The only pity is that he did not bring a timer. Otherwise, he would have been more than enough to win the world championship in track and field sprint.

Of course, without contact with the outside world these days, even if Li Weijun broke nine seconds in the 100-meter track and field, without the stage of the World Championship, he would still be just an ordinary person who runs faster...

"Old man, was there someone flying over from behind?"

On a street in Huhai, two elderly people in their sixties with white hair are leaning on each other and supporting each other, strolling in the sunset, enjoying the rare peace in life.

Suddenly, I felt as if a cool breeze was blowing through the hall.

"Hmm, hm? Hmm! Old woman, pinch me, if I'm not mistaken, this is the speed a person can run?"

The old man wearing reading glasses and with a slightly hunched figure glanced at Li Weijun who was running past, his eyes filled with surprise and astonishment.

He muttered, "Ten seconds, no, nine seconds, eight seconds! World record! With wind resistance, the 100-meter track and field race can definitely break eight seconds. This is not the speed a human should have. Could it be Dai Zong, the Speedy One?..."