Knight of the Light

The black wind is high, and the waves beat the shore.

In the Black Sea port town of Jidai, north of Turkey, a cargo ship hangs beside the thin trestle. On the dock are several container trucks, and one crane is being hoisted.

Because it is an irregular operation, it takes too long to hoist. Hanging started before nightfall, but the tossing was not over yet. Local chicken workers on the 20th and 30th were very worried.

What's more anxious is Ma Qianshan, who stands on the side of the trestle bridge. This management elite from the Imperial Ministries and Commissions understands the layout of dozens of industrial sectors in a big country and can organize hundreds of thousands of enterprises and institutions. But he couldn't control the situation in front of him.

These gang chicken workers are just kidding, and haven't lifted a dozen containers in a few hours. They were busy under a large wattage tungsten iodine lamp, and they could see that they also wanted to get the job done quickly, but they didn't understand how to deploy it.

The ship found was a bulk carrier with an opening in the middle and the cabin was suitable for cargo such as grain ore. But now we can't find any other ships temporarily, we can only open the cargo hatch and hang the container inwards.

Seeing this group of guys so sloppy, Ma Qianshan is so anxious, his mouth dry, like a hot pot ant chasing back and forth. He wished he could have a doppelganger. He helped kick all the chicken workers away, and he worked alone.

All the anxiety in this life is no match for tonight.

Look at the tall man next to me, who is lazy and actually has a mood to lean on the lounger and drink black tea from the chicken.

A little native chicken in her twenties entertained him personally, using a delicate and beautiful little silver pot to boil water, the glass bulb was boiled, and fresh milk and sugar were added.

The little girl has beautiful eyes, big eyes, small nose and a three-dimensional face. When she served tea, she put her hands up, but she dared not look directly at the young man sitting on the rocking chair.

The young man reached for the tea cup and gently took the girl's hand. The shocked girl shook her hands like an electric shock, flushed her face, covered her headscarf, turned and ran away.

Ma Qianshan did not understand the native chicken language, and walked back and forth all night by the trestle, unable to help. Seeing that the young man was still in a mood to drink tea, he ran angrily over and down...

"Mr. Zhou, Zhou Zuzong, I knelt down for you, okay? I beg you to think of a way. It's almost bright this day. The goods haven't been packed yet. How can you sit and drink tea with peace of mind? Also teasing other girls."

The corners of Ma Qianshan's anxious mouth were bubbling, and he grabbed the black tea with milk in the glass bulb and drank it with a sip. After drinking, he also complained, "This tea is good, it is too wasteful to drink for you. In case something goes wrong, do you have the heart to implicate the girl who makes tea?"

"Can't say that."

Zhou Qingfeng on the recliner quickly waved his hand.

"I don't want anyone to make tea for me. I'm sitting here. The girl came with a tea set in a shy answer. She's coming to make tea for me. Can I still refuse?"

Ma Qianshan was even more angry. "Did you drink tea all night, wouldn't you like urine to rise? Hurry up and get this done, won't you? Don't toss about any more plan b. Plan a is good, safe. Things are the best."

The two quarreled for a long time without thinking, but they did not help the work of the dock. Zhou Qingfeng was lying on the chaise longue without any help.

The native chicken workers were still in a hurry and did not come to ask him to come forward.

It took a while, but another girl, two or three years old, walked in front of Zhou Qingfeng.

She wore a black robe, but she still looked slim as she walked. A colorful gauze covered half of her face, and her big shiny eyes flickered, as if talking.

Zhou Qingfeng and Ma Qianshan shut up at the same time and turned to look at the girl. She also stared at Zhou Qingfeng for a while, then squatted down and began to manipulate tea sets. The fire in the charcoal stove was vigorous, and the beautiful silver pot was filled with water and boiled again.

While boiling the water, the girl looked up at Zhou Qingfeng for a few moments, and calmly took out the tea bricks from a paper bag, crushing it like a medicine.

"What are you doing?" Ma Qianshan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Zhou Qingfeng was equally ashamed on the recliner. "Is it hospitality?"

However, there was a sea breeze blowing, the pretty girl served tea, the sky was cool and the starry sky was broad, and the taste was good-even Ma Qianshan was pestering beside him.

Bring the water to a boil and add the tea powder and fresh milk again. The girl opened the sugar bowl, grabbed a small clip to clamp the sugar cubes, and then looked up and asked Zhou Qingfeng.

Ma Qianshan couldn't understand it and asked Zhou Qingfeng in a low voice: "What does the girl say? Is it a local custom?"

Zhou Qingfeng's face was already embarrassed, and she said weakly: "She... asked me..., would you like to..., drink it all in the future... she soaked it tea."

Lying trough, this posture 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 whispered to ask themselves behind them. But looking back, Ma Qianshan ran to the trestle again, as if he had made up his mind to command the native chicken workers.

I couldn't wait for Zhou Qingfeng to answer for a long time. The big girl's mood fell instantly. She mechanically added three sugar cubes to the glass calf, and she sobbed a few times with grievances and dropped two tears.

Zhou Qingfeng covered goosebumps, he did not dare to make this time, and when the other party served it with tea, he took it by the way. The girl did not wait for him to drink tea, lifted her black robe, sagged her head, and turned away.

"How?"

As soon as the girl left, Ma Qianshan came back and asked Zhou Qingfeng "How is it?"

Zhou Qingfeng was a ghost. He handed out the black tea with milk in his hand and said, "I think you are thirsty, or you can drink this cup."

Ma Qianshan quickly waved his hand, "I made a mistake just after that cup. That should be the tea for you. Are we breaking the rules of others? Would you like to explain it?"

"Explain what?" Zhou Qingfeng still drank the cup of black tea into his stomach. He now feels that he is still not in trouble. It's better to leave as soon as possible, otherwise the night is long and dreamy-the cup of black tea is sweet and dying, and his throat hurts after drinking.

It's just not easy to go. The last container left is to be hoisted.

Zhou Qingfeng got up from the recliner and prepared to take a command to speed up. However, a middle-aged native chicken walked in the direction of the wharf.

The other party's face was unpleasant, but it was a look that had to come. He shouted ‘Alien Young Man’ and stopped Zhou Qingfeng.

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

As the middle-aged chicken approached, Zhou Qingfeng looked up and down and observed carefully. He sighed, "Young man, I don't like you very much. But my two daughters are in love with you, and I can't help it."

Oh my god!

Is this the script?

Zhou Qingfeng can jump up and down, he did come out to make trouble. It would be that cia fell from the sky in his anticipation, and did not expect that what was done was bigger than he thought.

Ma Qianshan could not understand the native chicken language, but he understood the current situation in seconds. Because in the shadow behind the middle-aged native chicken about ten meters away, the two girls who had just come to make tea were hiding behind a tree and probed their brains.

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

Zhou Qingfeng could not immediately cast a spell to let himself escape invisibly, or simply come to a rage charm, so that everyone present will lose memory for a moment. But he could only smile embarrassingly, squeezing out a sentence, "understand."

The middle-aged native chicken continued to ask: "My two daughters, which one do you like? Big or small?"

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

Are they all good?

The middle-aged chicken was embarrassed. He shook his head.