The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the waves are striking the shore.

In Jidai, a small black sea port town on the north of Tuji, a cargo ship was parked by the thin pier. On the dock were several container trucks and a crane was being hoisted.

Because it was an informal operation, the lifting took too long. The lifting started before nightfall, but the struggle was not over for the night. The workers in the 20th and 30th local chickens on the dock were very anxious.

What was even more anxious was Ma Qianshan, who was standing by the trestle, a management elite from the imperial capital ministries. He understood the layout of dozens of industrial categories in a big country and could manage hundreds or thousands of enterprises and institutions in an orderly manner. But he couldn't manage the situation in front of him well.

These native chicken workers were just joking, and had not lifted more than a dozen containers in a few hours. They were busy under the large wattage iodine tungsten lamps. It was obvious that they wanted to do their jobs quickly, but they didn't know how to arrange them.

The ship I found was a bulk cargo ship with an opening in the middle, and the cabin was suitable for cargo such as grain or ore. But now no other ship was found temporarily, so I could only disassemble the cover of the cargo tank and hang the container inward.

Seeing these guys so careless, Ma Qianshan was so anxious, his mouth was dry and he ran back and forth like an ants in a hot pan. He wished he could have the clone technique to help kick all the local chicken workers in front of him away, and he did the work alone.

All the anxiety in this life is not as good as tonight.

I saw that there was a tall man next to me, who was lazy and actually had the mood to lean on the lounge chair to drink local chicken and black tea.

A teenage girl from the country chicken personally treated him, boiled water with a delicate and beautiful silver pot, soaked glass cups, and added fresh milk and sugar.

The little girl has beautiful eyebrows, big eyes, small nose, and three-dimensional face. She looks like a beauty at first glance. She handed it on both hands when she served tea, but she didn't dare to look directly at the young man sitting on the rocking chair.

The young man reached out to take the teacup and gently held the little girl's hand. The shocked girl shrank her hands like an electric shock, her face flushed, she covered her headscarf, turned around and ran away.

Ma Qianshan didn't understand the language of a native chicken, so he walked back and forth by the pier for a night but couldn't help. Seeing that the young man was still in the mood to drink tea, he ran over and scolded him in anger...

"Mr. Zhou, ancestor Zhou, I'm kneeling down for you, okay? Please think of a solution. It's almost dawn and the batch of goods has not been loaded yet. How can you sit and drink tea with peace of mind? You're also teasing the little girl."

Ma Qianshan was so anxious that the corners of his mouth were bubbling. He grabbed the milk-added black tea in the glass cup and drank it dry in one sip. After drinking it, he complained, "This tea is good, it's too wasteful to drink it for you. If something happens, do you have the heart to let the girl who makes tea be implicated?"

"You can't say that."

Zhou Qingfeng on the recliner waved his hand quickly.

"I didn't want anyone to make tea for me. I'm just sitting here. The girl came over with a tea set shyly. She wanted to make tea for me, can I refuse?"

Ma Qianshan became even more angry, "You have been drinking tea for a whole night, don't you mind the urination? Get this done quickly, is it OK? Don't mess with Plan B anymore. Plan A is good, it's best to be safe."

The two of them quarreled for a long time without any help, but they were not helpful to the work of the dock. Zhou Qingfeng was just leaning on the recliner, without any intention of helping.

The native chicken workers were still busy and did not come to invite him to come forward.

In a while, another girl, two or three years older, walked up to Zhou Qingfeng gracefully.

She wore a black robe, but she still looked slim as she walked. A colorful gauze scarf covered half of her face, and her big shiny eyes flashed, as if she was 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 work on the tea set. The fire in the charcoal stove was booming, and the beautiful silver pot filled with water and boiled again.

While boiling water, the girl looked up at Zhou Qingfeng for a few glances, while calming down her breath to take out the tea bricks from a paper bag and crushed them finely like pounding medicine.

"What are you going to do?" Ma Qianshan asked in a low voice.

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

However, there is a sea breeze blowing, beautiful girls serve tea, the sky is cool, the wilderness is vast, and the taste is still good - it is just that Ma Qianshan is so annoying to stand beside him.

The water boiled, and the tea powder and fresh milk were added again. The girl opened the sugar bowl, grabbed a small clip to grab the sugar cube, and looked up and asked Zhou Qingfeng.

Ma Qianshan couldn't understand it next to him, and asked Zhou Qingfeng in a low voice: "What is the girl saying? Is it a custom?"

Zhou Qingfeng's face was already embarrassed and said weakly: "She... asked me... if she wanted to..., she would drink the tea she made in the future."

Damn, this is a bit wrong.

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

Zhou Qingfeng and the girl looked at each other for ten seconds and asked behind her in a low voice. But when she turned around, Ma Qianshan ran to the other side of the pier, as if she had made up her mind to command the native chicken workers.

After waiting for Zhou Qingfeng's answer for a long time, the bigger girl was in a moment of depression. She mechanically added three sugar cubes to the glass cup, sobbed a few times in grievance, and shed two tears in her eyes.

Zhou Qingfeng had goosebumps all over his body. He didn't dare to act rashly this time. When the other party brought the tea, he took it with him in a proper manner. The girl didn't wait for him to drink the tea, lifted up her black robe, drooped her head, turned around and left.

"How is it?"

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

Zhou Qingfeng was like a ghost. He handed out the milk-added black tea in his hand and said, "I think you are thirsty, why don't you give this cup to you too."

Ma Qianshan waved his hand quickly, "I made a mistake in that cup just now. That should be the tea for you. Are we breaking other people's rules? Do you want to explain it?"

"What are you explaining?" Zhou Qingfeng still drank the cup of black tea. Now he felt that he would not cause trouble. It would be better to leave quickly, otherwise there would be more dreams in the night - the cup of black tea was so sweet that it would hurt after drinking it.

It's just that it's not easy to leave, and there's still the last container left to be hoisted.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up from the recliner and prepared to go over and direct the speed up, but a middle-aged native chicken walked over to the dock, who was in his forties and had a big belly.

The other party looked unhappy, but he looked like he had to come. He shouted "Outside Young Man" and stopped Zhou Qingfeng.

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

The middle-aged man from the country chicken walked closer and looked Zhou Qingfeng up and down, observing it very carefully. He sighed and said, "Young man, I don't like you very much. But my two daughters fall in love with you, and I can't do anything about it."

Oh my god!

Which script is this?

Zhou Qingfeng jumped up, he was indeed making trouble. This was what CIA had fallen from the sky, and he didn't expect that what he had done was bigger than he thought.

Ma Qianshan couldn't understand the words of the native chicken, but he understood the current situation in seconds. Because in the shadow about ten meters away behind the middle-aged native chicken, the two girls who had just arrived to make tea were hiding behind a tree and poking their heads.

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

Zhou Qingfeng wished he could cast a spell immediately to escape, or simply have a violent charm, which would make everyone present lose their memory for a moment. But he could only smile awkwardly and stammer, "I understand."

The middle-aged man of the native chicken continued to ask, "Which one do you like, my two daughters? Big or small?"

"This..., this..., your two daughters are very good, beautiful, gentle, and they make good tea. I think they are both very good, very good."

All are pretty good?
Chapter completed!