Chapter 273: You

Red Star Rolling Mill, Third Canteen.

Zhang Cheng, who was in the middle of learning how to cook, backhanded a potato at him and said, "What are you staring at? You little rascal!"

"I'm just looking, what are you panicking about?"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, He Yuzhu left with a guilty conscience.

Looking at He Yuzhu, Li Yicong was also full of anger as he said, "This kid really has no manners at all!"

"Forget it, Master, don't lower yourself to the level of a fool like that."

Looking at Li Yicong before him, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Li Yicong said, "I heard you don't get along very well with your neighbors?"

"Oh, it's all just trivial matters!"

Holding a kitchen knife in his hand, Zhang Cheng sliced the potato and explained with a smile.

"When you're out and about, be as kind as possible if you can. Some people might not be able to help you succeed, but when it comes to ruining things, they are second to none. Do you know that?"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Li Yicong began to share his own words of wisdom.

Hearing Li Yicong's words, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Master, you don't know the people in our courtyard; there's all sorts of trash in there. Don't worry about me!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Li Yicong thought for a moment and said, "Fine, as long as you have your own ideas, that's good. By the way, in two months, I'm going back to Fengzeyuan. Are you coming with me then?"

"Master, I still want to stay here and learn more. After all, how could a small apprentice like me get an opportunity at Fengzeyuan?"

Hearing Li Yicong's words, Zhang Cheng hurriedly explained.

"That's fine too. If there's anything you don't understand then, just come and ask your Master!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng before him, Li Yicong didn't force him to leave.

After all, at Fengzeyuan, an apprentice like Zhang Cheng, no matter how much he learned, would have to spend three years at the chopping station before he could learn to prepare dishes, then become an assistant, and finally get on the stove.

And this traditional process would take at least five or six years.

It's better to stay at the rolling mill; after all, here, as long as your culinary skills improve, you can take the grading exam and become a chef.

As for the private kitchen, Li Yicong would have a word with Director Wu of the canteen when the time came, but that would depend on Zhang Cheng's ability to do the job!

After work, Zhang Cheng and Liu Lan and the others finished cleaning the kitchen and prepared to leave.

Looking at the gray, hazy sky, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sigh, "I wonder how long these days will last!"

"Today's yellow sand is considered light. There was one year when the whole city was shrouded in it! The sand swept up could have piled into a mountain!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside her, Liu Lan smiled.

Hearing Liu Lan's words, Zhang Cheng said, "Sister Liu Lan, do you believe that in a few decades, there won't be any yellow sand in the capital?"

Turning her head in surprise, Liu Lan looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "Little Zhang, what kind of dream talk is that? This yellow sand has been here for so long, how could it suddenly disappear?"

"It's not that the yellow sand will disappear, but that the desert will disappear!"

With a smile on the corners of his mouth, Zhang Cheng rode his bicycle away.

Looking at Zhang Cheng's back, Liu Lan couldn't help but laugh, "How could that be possible!"

On the way back to the courtyard,

Zhang Cheng was riding his bike with his head held high, but suddenly he saw a group of people blocking the road ahead.

Realizing the situation wasn't right, Zhang Cheng immediately got off his bike.

But just as he stepped forward, the man standing in front shouted angrily, "So you're the one called Zhang Cheng, huh?"

"No, my name is Jia Donglu!"

Hearing the man's words, Zhang Cheng immediately smiled.

"Jia Donglu? Isn't it Jia Dongxu?"

Looking at the people around him in confusion, the man began to doubt.

"Big Brother, he's playing you!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng before them, the person beside him immediately cursed angrily.

"What?"

Suddenly hearing the words from beside him, the man stepped forward and said, "You kid are very arrogant, huh? Remember yesterday? You told me to come find you."

Reaching out to poke Zhang Cheng's shoulder, the man hadn't even had time to pull his hand back before Zhang Cheng punched him in the stomach.

"Pfft!" Clutching his stomach and retreating, the man was in so much pain he couldn't say a word.

After parking his bicycle, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but chuckle, "I thought you were just talking tough. I didn't expect you to be playing for real!"

"Beat him, beat him to death!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng, the man caught his breath for a moment and immediately roared.

Leaping forward, one person had just intended to make a move when he was kicked away by Zhang Cheng.

Charging into the crowd like a fierce tiger, Zhang Cheng clenched his right fist and struck each person's vital points repeatedly.

Before long, after all of them had fallen, Zhang Cheng walked up to the leader and said, "What is my name?"

"Zhang... Master Zhang!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with his whole body trembling, the man was so scared he didn't dare to say a word.

Because it wasn't that he hadn't seen martial artists before, but he was seeing someone as ruthless as Zhang Cheng for the first time!

"Good boy, Master won't blame you today!"

Resting one hand on the man's shoulder, Zhang Cheng reached out his hand and said, "Money!"

"What money? Master Zhang!"

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Looking at Zhang Cheng in fear, the man couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Jia Donglu's six hundred yuan. You came to find trouble with me; it wouldn't be right if you didn't give some compensation, would it?"

Looking at the man playfully, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"There's no six hundred left, Master Zhang, we last night..."

Watching Zhang Cheng's blatant "extortion," the man hurriedly took out all the money in his pockets.

Looking at the less than five hundred yuan, Zhang Cheng backhanded him across the face and said, "Write an IOU. I'm a man who follows the rules! I won't take your money for nothing!"

"Master Zhang, why don't we forget it? Just consider this as the brothers showing you filial respect!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in fear, the man couldn't help but explain.

"Slap!"

Backhanding the man across the face again, Zhang Cheng shouted angrily, "You're the one writing it for me, not me writing it for you!"

"Ah!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, the man froze in place the next second, because he had actually thought Zhang Cheng was writing it for him! It turned out he was the one who had to write the IOU!

"Name, location, time, handprint."

Just after the man finished all this, Zhang Cheng took the IOU and said, "Keep your eyes open in the future. Don't come looking for trouble with me for no reason, you hear?"

"Understood, Master Zhang!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the man clutched his swollen cheek, full of fear.

Because he had truly met the "Grandmaster" today; not only did the man rob him, but he also made him too scared to even say a word.

"Wuu wuu wuu, Big Brother, what do we do now? All the money is gone!"

Looking at the man with grievance, the lackey who had crawled up couldn't help but speak.

"Damn it, this is all Jia Dongxu's fault. If it weren't for going to collect the debt from him, would we have provoked this person?"

Thinking of Jia Dongxu, the other few men all turned fierce.

And the pitiful and helpless Jia Dongxu is now going to be the scapegoat once again.

But obviously, even if Jia Dongxu knew, there was nothing he could do; after all, since the other party dared to come find him, it meant they didn't take him seriously at all!

Returning home, the dusty Zhang Mouren was currently counting his money.

Looking at the stack of banknotes, he couldn't help but smile and say, "As expected, traditional skills make money fast! Look, isn't the 'three turns and one sound' almost complete?"

Thinking about how he had picked up a sewing machine and a watch today, plus a radio, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel happy.

But this bit of money didn't seem to be enough. Should he learn to go "fishing"?

Forget the pigeon market; next time he'd go check out the black market. Maybe he could get some big yellow croakers and small yellow croakers?

Thinking of golden things, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but have his eyes shine, "Awesome!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 274 =====