Chapter 263 Preparing to Steal a Chicken
"Comrade Wang Deming, are you going home for dinner again?"

"Not to mention the back and forth, it's too out of touch with the masses!"

"How can you not eat in the cafeteria one day and go home to eat every day?"

After finally working until noon, the workers and their families who came to see the doctor in the morning left one by one, and those who got the afternoon number also went to eat lunch first according to their circumstances.

Wang Deming had just taken off his white coat and washed his hands, and was about to leave for Yongkang Hutong for lunch, when he was scolded by Comrade Jiang Xiaomei, who was still resentful.

Wang Deming shook off the water droplets on his hands, slowly picked up the towel to dry them, and responded slowly: "Comrade Xiaomei, I have to criticize you!"

Seeing Xiaomei was about to retort, he quickly said, "I won't eat in the cafeteria, which will not only help the factory save some food, but also allow other workers, such as you, to eat more."

"How can you say that you are out of touch with the masses? You are so unrealistic!"

"See you later!" Without giving Xiaomei a chance to refute, Wang Deming quickly pushed the door open and left.

Eat in the cafeteria? What a joke, I am good at eating delicious food, but I am not good at eating without any bitterness.

Besides, am I just going there to eat? That's to build relationships.
Wang Deming rode his phoenix-head bicycle, passed through the Dongzhimen city tower, leisurely walked along Dongzhimen Street, turned right into Lama Temple Street, arrived at the Imperial College, turned left and went straight to Cibei Hutong. The first intersection was Yongkang Hutong.

"Hey, Comrade Deming, you're back!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he was seen by Master Peng, who was smoking in the courtyard and directing his apprentices' work in the kitchen through the door.

"You've been on a business trip for quite a long time this time. Come, what do you want to eat for lunch today? I, Old Peng, will cook for you myself!"

"That's so sweet!" Wang Deming took out a can of Double Happiness from his pocket and threw it to Master Peng. "This is Double Happiness from Guangzhou. I'll give you a different one."

"Oh, thank you so much, it's amazing that you still think of me. Well, I have to think carefully about what dish to make for you today. You just came back from Hong Kong, so you must have eaten a lot of seafood... Got it, I'll make you braised lamb."

Master Peng added: "Use lamb from Xikou, which is absolutely tender and delicious."

"Okay, thank you then."

"Haha, you're welcome."

Guests coming in for lunch came in one after another at the gate of the courtyard. Wang Deming took a quick look and immediately found several familiar faces.

Hey, they were gathered in groups of three or four, surrounded by Liu Yuchen, Ge Maozhai and others who had returned from Hong Kong.

Are you eager to share the money?
The other party also saw Wang Deming, but after exchanging glances, they tacitly pretended not to know each other... I guess they had the same thought in their mind.

Watching Liu Yuchen and others enter different private rooms, Wang Deming did not delay Master Peng from continuing his work and went straight to the back room.

The main room in the back room was still a mess, with cigar butts, scattered empty wine bottles, chocolates that had been bitten a few times, and pickles and soup that had been accidentally spilled on the floor...

Add to that the stench of sweat from next door accompanied by the snoring of the deafening sound...

The entire back room was filled with a foul and disgusting smell.

There is a reason why foreigners take a shower every morning. Wang Deming shook his head, opened the door completely, and hung up the cotton curtain to allow sufficient ventilation between the indoor and outdoor areas.

After a while, Wang Deming felt that the smell in the house was not so strong, so he carefully trekked to the east room and called Alexei and his friends to get up: "The sun is shining on your buttocks, hurry up and get up."

"Hmm... what time is it?" Alexei grunted twice, opened his eyes slightly, and asked in a daze.

"It's almost 12 o'clock!"

"Yawn, it's only 12 o'clock... Let me sleep a little longer." Alexei turned over and closed his eyes, and soon he started snoring again.

I... am just a kid not worthy of being your advisor!
I originally wanted to discuss with him how to get some diamonds from the Soviet Union and sell them in Hong Kong, but I decided to go find Diana.

This time when I went to Hong Kong, in addition to meeting people like Mr. Bao who started businesses, I also met Zhou Zhiyuan of Chow Tai Fook and his son-in-law Cheng Yutong.

When Wang Deming saw the Chow Tai Fook brand, he instantly remembered an advertising slogan: Diamonds are forever.

Why are diamonds dug out of De Beers in South Africa considered diamonds, while diamonds from other mines are not? Aren’t they all dug out from the same mine?

Hey, the West just doesn’t recognize Soviet diamonds.

But there are so many gold shops in Hong Kong, covering Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. We can secretly sell some goods and copy them... As long as we can make money, who cares where the diamonds are produced?

But looking at Alexi sleeping like a dead pig, Wang Deming curled his lips and turned away.

He called Diana in the gatehouse at the entrance to the courtyard and made an appointment to play mahjong together in the evening. He then enjoyed a pot of tender and smooth braised lamb, and returned to the steel mill clinic with satisfaction.

I poured out the tasteless tea leaves that I had brewed in the morning, broke off a new piece of Pu'er tea and brewed it, then took out a Russian original version of "Doctor Zhivago" from my bag, flipped through it a few times to find the folded page, and continued translating.

Nurse Xiaomei came over, her little nose twitched a few times, and then she habitually stretched out her little hand towards Wang Deming.

Wang Deming pulled out a book full of words from his bag. On the cover were written a few large Chinese characters: "Dun Dun's Quiet River". He casually instructed: "Read it carefully and quickly. I have to hand it in to the Commercial Press this week."

"I know. If you let me take it home, I can finish reading it today!"

"What are you thinking? Do you think I will let the work that I have worked so hard on out of my sight?"

"mean!"

"Call me stingy and give it back to me."

"Just be generous, okay?" Xiaomei gave in reluctantly, and couldn't wait to return to her seat and start reading from the place she had read last time.

Some people say that books cannot be read unless they are borrowed, but in the final analysis it all comes down to money.

At that time, a large Soviet Chinese novel in a bookstore cost 4 or 5 yuan, which was enough for a person's food for a month, and occasionally fish and meat.

The afternoon work is the same as the morning. I do acupuncture first, massage in between, and occasionally a few people come to get medicine and for the female workers to get sanitary products.

Perhaps because it was Wang Deming’s first day back at work, there were a lot of patients coming today, and he was busy until six in the evening before he treated the last one.

After stretching his body and moving his neck a few times, Wang Deming asked Yin Mei, who was helping to clean up, organize, and disinfect, "Sister, are you coming with me, or going home directly?"

"During the Anti-Japanese War and Liberation, did you still go to Yongkang Hutong every night?"

"I'll go with you. The brother and sister are very active in learning Russian now. They go there as soon as school is over... They are learning well, but why are they getting more and more picky? On Sunday, they even complained that the food I cooked was not tasty."

There is no way to respond to this. The broth made from Tan’s cuisine tastes better when used to soak rice than any other dish cooked by other people.

Alexei and his friends often brought back a lot of delicious food from the embassy, ​​such as sausages full of meat, pure fat chocolate, cream, honey...

If we let them eat as much as they want for Wang Deming's sake, how can they not be picky?

However, Wang Deming had also said in advance that the tutoring sessions would end as long as the brother and sister learned Labai.

For this bite of food, the brother and sister's academic performance has skyrocketed. At the current momentum, it is estimated that it will not be a problem for them to be admitted to Tsinghua University or Peking University.

After casually asking a few questions about their studies and examining the progress of the He Kangzhan brother and sister, Wang Deming left Yin Mei in Yongkang Hutong to share a meal and rode home alone.

In Xiaojingchang Hutong, Diana sat at the table with her legs crossed, waiting for dinner to start. She opened her red lips and said, "De, you called me as soon as you came back from Hong Kong..."

She glanced at him, "Do you miss me?"

"You think too much. It's just pure Mahjong."

"I don't believe it..." Diana stood up slowly, not avoiding Zhang Shouchun, and gently touched Wang Deming's chest with her fingers, and slowly slid down, "You are a person who will not do anything without profit... or... have you found a way to make money again?"

"Why are you asking when you already know it?" Wang Deming slapped her hand away. "Let's eat first. I'll tell you in detail later."

Women, like dragons, have no resistance to shiny gold and jewels, and the same goes for diamonds.

After hearing Wang Deming's plan, every woman at the dinner table had her eyes sparkling.

The momentum and energy of playing mahjong are more intense than ever before...

Wang Deming played two rounds and then said he had to go to the toilet...

He jumped lightly without going through the gate, jumped out of the courtyard, looked up at the Big Dipper to determine the direction, and disappeared into the night sky in a flash.

(End of this chapter)