Chapter 243 Boil the Frog in Warm Water

Knowing is difficult, but doing is easy, or in other words, the development of things is not subject to human will.

The next day, when Alexei expressed his desire to use the Soviet Union's overseas channels to promote Siwu Tang beverages and ginsenosides, the Soviet ambassadors, who had just sobered up, considered it over and over again, and finally ruthlessly refused.

Despite Alexei's family background and visible considerable benefits, they were more afraid of the Soviet Union's internal affairs department, the KGB.

The Warsaw Pact, which was also a socialist country, was better. What they did was not out of the ordinary. They simply helped coordinate transportation, and the subsequent profit sharing was also in line with their level.

But if we use foreign offices in Western Europe and other countries to help contact beverage businesses, what if the KGB finds it problematic? The Red Soviets were used to purges, and Khrushchev, who came to power last year, had just launched a wave of such purges.

They don't want to get into trouble at this time.
After receiving this news, Wang Deming had no choice but to accept it. However, he firmly believed that the wine had not been drunk enough and the money had not been paid. Once it was paid, he would not even need to mention it, as the Soviet Davarich would rush forward.

Are the fighting nation a joke?
And now Diana’s French classmates have received Siwu Tang drinks and nutritional supplements containing ginsenosides and are trying them out themselves.

It must be admitted that to truly open up the French market, it is still necessary to formulate beverages in a targeted manner.
Take it slow, Wang Deming gradually adapted to the life of working from 8 am to 5 pm, a standard eight-hour workday, plus an extra hour of chatting in the evening.

After getting to know Yin Mei's two children better and receiving their heartfelt gratitude, Wang Deming came across a secret message in his mind: Comrade Yin Mei's husband was indeed a high-ranking cadre, the acting head of the Ministry of Heavy Industry, which was a very high level.
However, Wang Deming continued to do what he had to do and his attitude did not change at all.

When the He Kangzhan brothers and sisters inadvertently showed their superior attitude in their daily lives, Wang Deming was not soft at all when he should scold them. They have lived a lifetime and are still alive. What are they afraid of?
He also understood why the subsequent teachers would cancel the special schools for children of cadres? There are also reform guidance for education.

They have really never been exposed to the real society. It may be an exaggeration to say that they have to eat meat, but they don’t understand the lives of the grassroots people at all. The circle they live in is itself a small society, which is separated from the ordinary people.

In the past, a respected president, Wang Shuguo, expressed his opinion on the direct entry of international students into the system: those who have not experienced hardships since childhood and successfully entered the civil service after graduating from master's and doctoral degrees have no understanding of the living conditions of the middle and lower classes. He strongly stated that it would be very dangerous to let such people manage.

Even Principal Wang's words were ignored, let alone Wang Deming, who is still a teacher.
The weather was getting warmer and people were starting to wear light clothes, but breakfast at the small factory didn't change much. One day, Wang Deming couldn't help asking, "Auntie Zhang, why is breakfast always the same? Fried dough sticks, horse hoof sesame cakes, fried cakes?"

"What about noodle soup, wontons, almond tea, siu mai, and da lan huoshao?"

"That's strange," Aunt Zhang was also a little confused. "Normally there are people shouting at the door early in the morning, but I can't hear any this month. Normally I get up early every day. I bought all these things at the breakfast shop."

"Breakfast shop? Wasn't it just a roadside stall before?"

"Yes, I heard from them that now they are going to be arranged together by the government like in Longfu Temple. They say this will be more convenient for the people, but I don't understand. It doesn't seem to be convenient at all."

Oh. Wang Deming had a guess in his mind. It should be the handicraft cooperatives. In the future, there will be fewer people walking around the streets, or even disappearing slowly.
Put the fried dough sticks in the horseshoe sesame cake, squeeze it with both hands, and slurp it down with a bowl of tofu brain with marinade. After finishing it in no time, wipe your mouth and say, "I'm going out."

After a while, he came back and asked Zhang Shouchun and the other girls, "Hey, do you want to buy a bicycle to ride to work? Tianjin's Fei Ge is pretty good, and it won first place in this year's bicycle quality evaluation. Shanghai's Forever is also fine."

"Why did you think of buying a bicycle? It's not far for us to walk to work, and if we don't want to walk, it's convenient to call a tricycle." Not only Zhang Shouchun, but everyone else was also quite puzzled.

"Just buy one for each of them. If you don't want to ride them, just leave them alone. We don't lack that little money." Wang Deming didn't explain much and turned away.

The girls at the table looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering what had happened to him? They were just chatting about breakfast, and now he was going to buy a bicycle. But let's just buy it, Fei Ge is not expensive, only more than 100 yuan a bicycle.

After chatting with Aunt Zhang about breakfast today, Wang Deming rode his bicycle slowly along Gulou East Street, paying attention to the changes on the street. I didn't notice it before, but today I suddenly found that the street has changed a lot. The road surface has been re-paved with a thin layer of asphalt. There are many electric poles on both sides of the road, some are made of cement, and some are made of black wood, sandwiched between the trees, extending to the gray and towering Dongzhimen in the distance.

The wires in the air were tangled together, yet orderly, like a giant spider web.

There are visibly fewer street vendors. The breakfast stalls that used to be near the bus stop have disappeared. The knife sharpening, car repair, and shoe repair stalls are still there, but the banners hanging behind them all say some kind of handicraft cooperative.

There are a few small restaurants with signs of "some canteen" in the small bungalows on the north side of the road. There are blackboards at the door that write what is served for breakfast today.

In the middle of the road, a red and white bus with a large gas bag on top was driving slowly. There were also big-nosed American Dodges and Hungarian imported buses that were quickly overtaking.

A large number of bicycles were heading to the outside of Dongzhimen, in groups of three or two, with the sound of bicycle bells continuing. Some people were riding faster than the "big bag", and from time to time they would go around the middle of the road to overtake.

When we passed through the Dongzhimen Gate, we happened to catch the ring train passing by. Our bicycles were squeezed in the gate like sardines.

Workers who were familiar with each other were chatting loudly, and their voices echoed and amplified in the city gate, making it so noisy that Wang Deming's ears were extremely uncomfortable due to the buzzing sound.

At the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, Wang Deming rode his bicycle directly to the entrance of the clinic, where a new bicycle shed had been built.

"Doctor Wang, you are here. Please give me a few injections quickly. I'm going to go home and sleep after get off work." Workers who were getting off the night shift were waiting here early in the clinic.

"Xiaomei hasn't come yet?"

"It's no use for her to come. Her tricks can fool those who don't know the business, but you are the real one." The elderly worker praised Wang Deming and talked to him.

Doctors are also craftsmen. In just a few months, Wang Deming's medical skills, especially in acupuncture and massage, completely conquered the workers in the steel mill. The level was extremely high.

I had lumbar muscle strain for many years and had to wear a lumbar brace, which cured me of all the problems. But when I do manual labor, these two diseases are the most common.

Other simple sprains and strains are no problem at all. No matter how painful it is, Wang Deming can relieve the pain with a few injections.

"Okay, come in together."

"Take off your clothes, I'll disinfect them first."

After a busy morning, Wang Deming washed his hands and prepared to go to Yongkang Hutong for lunch. After eating in the steel mill cafeteria once, he never wanted to suffer again. The oil on the cabbage was considered greasy.
I just arrived at Yongkang Hutong and found Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouying, a couple I hadn't seen for a long time, waiting for me.

"How do you do it? My second sister and her husband are coming to eat Tan's family food at noon today?"

"We two have been waiting for you!"

(End of this chapter)