Cosma Empire

Enthusiastic westerners are often regarded by southerners as having no manners and vulgarity, although the truth is not so, this is just an excuse to improve themselves and despise others.

When people at some relatively high-end banquets show knowing and catering smiles around some celebrities and politicians who have their sleeves rolled up, their necklines ripped open, and they are talking and laughing loudly with wine glasses, their loud voices and disheveled clothes are in front of people's eyes. There is a kind of charm in the eyes.

It seems that they should do that, and if they don't do that, they won't be able to show their unique identity and style.

But in a remote small bar in the countryside, if there is a farmer wearing cheap overalls and a straw hat with his sleeves rolled up, his neckline ripped open, and a wine glass in his hand talking and laughing loudly, these people will only cast contemptuous glances.

Maybe the celebrity, the dignitary, and the dignitaries said that things are not elegant, and they are all natural phenomena of some organs and some physiological aspects.

Perhaps what the farmer said was not obscene, but about the weather, social news, and yearning for a better life.

People don't evaluate the high and low status of others because of their thoughts. This is the elegance of the upper class.

As for whether obscenity is really obscenity, and whether elegance is really elegance, that is a question for philosophers.

What the Labor Party does in the South doesn't apply to the West. The workers in the South are more like...the workers who appear in some TV series with a certain "scene" and they will hold the box of fried chicken with two fingers , and then sit with friends with their own fruit wine.

Twist your body in a very elegant and subtle way, wave your arms, and do some small movements to express your inner joy at this time.

They will be very gentle and elegant to have fun, and then choose to stop at the right time, thank each other and say goodbye, and leave the workers' club.

But in Ambiluo state...

"Hey, chick, do you still have fried chicken?" A farmer who rolled up his sleeves in winter and exposed his hairy arms wrapped his teeth with his tongue, cleaning the shreds of meat in the gaps between his teeth, and slapped them vigorously. The table, making noise.

The face of the waitress was slightly embarrassed. She went to the counter and complained to the manager in a low voice, "I can't imagine what happened to me. It's different from what I heard from other places!"

Girls are not locals. Ambiluo state is still a relatively conservative and traditional area. The biggest connivance of the people living here is to allow them to work in places that will not "hurt" themselves and their families.

The girls who serve the plates in places like bars are basically from somewhere else, or the family of the owner - if anyone dares to do something, the owner will take out the gun under the counter.

But obviously this is not the case here, the manager put a fried chicken on the plate with the same ugly face, and squeezed out a smile, "Be patient, they will calm down soon, you know, people are taking advantage The early days are always exciting.”

This kind of rhetoric can only deceive themselves. After the girl's skin drum was slapped by a big greasy hand, she forced a smile and left the group of farmers and cowboys who smelled of sweat.

She just can't stand everything here!

The manager couldn't bear it either. In other workers' clubs, the workers would be very polite and restrained. They would only receive a piece of fried chicken and a glass of fruit wine, and then find a place to sit quietly.

But look at this bloody place out there with farmers and cowboys who call themselves workers and pay one and ninety-nine cents to join the Labor Party and get into the clubs.

Then they began to eat and drink freely without any shame. Some people even had breakfast at the workers' club. They also plausibly said that free fried chicken and fruit wine were the Labor Party's promise to them.

How can the guys from the southern cities make the opponents of this group of western rough guys hit their chests if they disagree with each other, choke their necks if they disagree with each other, and tear their clothes after they disagree with each other? Got the great news.

You only need to spend one yuan and ninety-nine cents to fill out an application form to join the Labor Party, and then you can go to the workers' club to eat, drink, and play for free, from morning to night, absolutely non-stop.

At first, the workers' club thought it was just because the bumpkins in the west were very excited, wanted to get back a piece of ninety-nine cents and had the idea of ​​taking advantage.

Not to mention eating fried chicken and fruit wine every day, as long as you feel sick when you see those things after eating three meals a day, these people will naturally stop crowding this place as soon as meal time like now.

Facts have proved that these people's ideas are too simple. This little fat has never been a problem for the working people in the west who have been engaged in heavy physical labor for a long time in the past.

Looking at the overdrunk farmers and cowboys outside the bar who ran to the street outside to fight each other, and other drunks who cheered and sang for them, the manager felt that it was not an option to continue this matter.

Yes, that's right, there are many big capitalists in the Labor Party preparatory team in Ambiluo State, and their attitude is very clear. It doesn't matter if you spend money, but you must establish the Labor Party Organization Department as soon as possible.

But... the hundreds of thousands of "food expenses" this day, I'm afraid these capitalists can't afford it, right?

As he was thinking about something, a cowboy slapped the bar counter, hooked his fingers at the manager, and said, "One more fried chicken."

The manager was only a little slow to respond, and the cowboy stretched out his hand and dragged the fried chicken hanging beside him, tore off a large piece of breast meat in one bite, and squeezed towards the crowd outside with a smile.

These sons of bitches, the manager cursed secretly.

Early the next morning, farmers and cowboys gathered outside the workers' club for breakfast.

According to the previous normal situation, the club should have opened its doors for business at this time, but today the doors here are tightly closed, and there is a notice board hanging outside the door.

Most of the farmers and cowboys are not literate. After waiting for a long time, a literate farmer came. After his guessing and interpretation, everyone knew a bad news-there is no free fried food in the morning and at noon. Chicken and fruit wine too.

This is also the decision made by the manager after going back to discuss with the preparation team after the operation ended last night.

If it is simply turned into a "canteen", then the development of the Labor Party in Ambiluo State will stop at providing free fried chicken and fruit wine.

But if they want to have any sliver of work that can be handed out, they must first make these farmers and cowboys aware of a serious problem. There will be no real free fried chicken and fruit wine in this world, and there is still no limit of.

If they want to obtain these things, they must pay the corresponding price, which is their loyalty.

The people in the preparatory team are well aware of the specific situation in Ambiluo State, and their positioning is also very accurate. They do not expect to achieve their goal of promoting themselves by challenging Durin's majesty in Ambiluo State.

Their idea is to continuously organize large-scale activities and rallies of members of the Labor Party, properly voice their voices in the society, make necessary demands and actively find ways to solve these demands, so that the Labor Party can gain a higher social status and the respect of the people.

With these two points, the Labor Party has initially established its own system and maintained this scale, so they can try to touch the scepter in the process of growing quietly.

In fact, what they have to do is what they have always done, but this time their enemies are no longer capitalists, but those politicians, and they have united with the capitalists to turn their enemies into friends.

But in any case, the first step is to let the workers of the Labor Party, that is, the farmers and cowboys understand that if they want to eat fried chicken, drink fruit wine, and harass the waiter, then they must be obedient.

Southerners are very reserved, which is what most westerners know about southerners. They always beat around the bush and express some simple problems in a very complicated way.

Just like the notice board hanging this morning, in fact, the club can directly explain the situation - it is too much fun to be tossed about by this group of wireless refills, only dinner is provided.

Such a statement may seem direct and rude, but it works well, and people here love it.

However, this kind of refusal without any explanation made some farmers and cowboys dissatisfied. We spent 1.99 yuan and only ate it for a few days before we planned to close the store. Is this a scam?

Right, this must be a scam.

Some working farmers and cowboys left cursing and leaving. They were very dissatisfied, but at least it was not too bad to be able to come to eat at night.

After these people dispersed, it was meaningless for the other group of people to stay, and they also left after yelling for a while.

The manager hid in the club and laughed to see these vulgar farmers and cowboys leave in frustration, showing a satisfied smile.

That's right, he will be regarded as an important member of the Labor Party organization in the state branch in the future, how can he become a cook who provides fried chicken?

And, his plans don't stop there.

In the evening, a large number of hungry farmers and cowboys gathered here after a day's work or a day's sleep somewhere, and asked the tangy aroma as soon as they walked into the club.

The smell of fried chicken and the aroma of fruit wine are really good. Everyone seems to be rude, but in fact they found their place with purpose and prepared to have a sumptuous dinner.

After the waitress pushed the dining cart to distribute fried chicken and fruit wine to them, these people began to enjoy the big meal amidst cheers, until the moment a plate fell hard on the ground.

A thin-looking farmer in his thirties stood in front of the manager. The dinner plate was broken into several pieces under his feet. He stared at the manager coldly, "I repeat, give me fried chicken , and fruit wine!"

The manager looked expressionless and solemn, but in fact his calves were starting to cramp. He just refused the farmer's request, and he just shook the plate, and then showed such a vicious expression, it was too scary .

But thinking of his plan and the promise made by the head and deputy head of the preparatory team, he could only bite the bullet and hold on.

As if he felt that his momentum could not be weaker than this thin farmer, he puffed up his chest and stiffened his neck, and repeated the words just now loudly, "No, I refuse to provide you with anything!"

The thin farmer took a step forward, and the muscles on his cheekbones were beating irregularly. Although he looked thin, he felt more aggressive, "The reason, little boy, if you don't give me a Reason, I will tear you up..."

After a short period of silence, the surrounding farmers and cowboys began to whistle and boo. Some people continued to applaud, and some even clamored, "Give that sissy from the south a little color." The atmosphere suddenly became more intense than before. warm.

The manager swallowed. He looked at the other eyes full of jokes, sarcasm, sarcasm, and anticipation of waiting to see the excitement, and felt that his scalp had lost consciousness.

"I... repeat again, everyone only has one free fried chicken and fruit wine every day. This is not for you, but for everyone."

It seemed that the manager wasn't too weak. In fact, he was already cowardly. He was just explaining that he hadn't targeted him, but this sentence made the workers' club quiet again.

Farmers and cowboys rolled up their sleeves and huddled around him, their unkind eyes swept over him over and over again, making him feel cold all over.

"Little white face, you'd better explain what it means to target all of us..."

With a slap, someone suddenly stretched out his arm and slapped him, making him dizzy and turning black before his eyes. He hurriedly arranged his messed up hair with both hands, as if as long as the hairstyle was not messed up, his broken decency could be maintained. .

The bright red mark on his face soon swelled a little, and his eyes began to dodge a little. Several cowboys chased after him, and some of them pulled out their knives.

If it wasn't for a scream that calmed down these hot-blooded cowboys, maybe the next day's newspapers would report the events here in more detail.

The waitress, who had become accustomed to being taken advantage of, held the plate between the cowboys and the manager. She stared at the cowboys, and from nowhere came a laugh full of contempt and disdain, and soon Everyone started laughing.

The cowboy who pulled out the knife put the knife back into the cowhide sheath, walked up to the waitress, pinched the girl's chin and kissed the girl on the face, and the laughter of the people became louder.

It's not humiliation or blasphemy, it's gratitude.

If the girl hadn't stopped him a bit, after drinking wine and getting blood on his head, if he stabbed him in the wrong place, he might spend many years in prison with him.

So it's not an insult, it's a thank you, a deep thank you.

From this day on, no one harassed the girl anymore, of course that's another story.

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