After talking for a while, Fang Bingsheng lit a cigarette, and saw the coolie kneeling at his feet sobbing weakly. He kept clenching his fists, looking very good, and he said to himself.

He knocked his legs crossed his legs on the stool, and his leather shoes pointed toward Zhou Hengfu's nose, his eyes turned upwards, and the dust on the beams of the mountain temple was dusty, and he said, "It's not easy to take you with two children. Our company has no responsibility for this matter, but who is said to be a fellow villager? I have lived in your village for more than half a year, right? That's it, your wife, I'll give you fifteen silver dollars. You can press a fingerprint on the contract, which is the only thing our company is concerned about..."

Zhou Hengfu, who was kneeling on the ground, stopped sobbing, and looked up at the ground with his head down. Fang Bingsheng was not in a hurry, so he shook his leather soles in front of him, and he had already made up his mind: "I will give you at most twenty yuan. If you are greedy, I will give you an extra beating and then twenty yuan. You have to pay for medical expenses yourself. Are you not convinced? Well, if you go to die or go to jail, it will still be twenty yuan. Let your orphan do you have fun."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Hengfu thought for a while, suddenly knelt down at Fang Bingsheng and said, "I don't want money..."

This surprised Fang Bingsheng. Even the thug next to him changed his face, because they had heard this many times, "I don't want money..." The second half of this sentence was nothing more than: "...I want to breathe!", "...I want to make a reason!", "I want to be fair!"

Fang Bingsheng lowered his right foot from the cross-legged posture and stomped heavily on the stone bricks where Zhou Hengfu's face and nose were touching. He arrogantly allowed him to stomp out of dust and filled Zhou Hengfu's forehead and braids, and shouted sternly: "At most, add three silver dollars to you, don't make me feel uncomfortable!"

A thug was a little anxious and thought that the next step was to appear in a threatening scene by himself. He took a step forward and half-kneeled on the ground and held Zhou Hengfu's arm provoked.

But Zhou Hengfu's words made everyone stunned.

Zhou Hengfu raised his face an inch, rolled his eyes and looked at Fang Bingsheng's stool and shouted: "Mr. Fang, I don't want money, let me be a formal worker!"

He then raised his face a little higher. This time he looked at Fang Bingsheng's knees and said hurriedly: "Mr. Fang, the land at home is gone, and I don't have much ability to make money. When I was young, I owed a lot of debts to do business. I don't have much land acquisition money left. After repairing this section, I don't know what other ways to support the family. Now I am a good official in Tiehe. I can have a meal! Mr. Fang, I think that I have two children to raise, and my mother is gone. Can I finish this section and don't disband me, let me do it with you all the time!"

"Oh, it turns out that you want to follow the project all the time." Fang Bingsheng was relieved, but immediately became confused: the Song Dynasty lacked everything, and there was no shortage of coolies. His subordinates often commanded thousands or thousands of people, but they were either high-tech jobs or digging soil to build roadbeds. This job is not difficult, and anyone is missing. They are subcontracted from gangs in various places, or hired a group of them at will. Moreover, because the court often had no money and could not allocate funds, the project was stopped and stopped. A coolie really had no formal position; the formal worker Zhou Hengfu mentioned was probably the foreman and the foreman's confidant in the railway uniforms.

"Is there a nonsense of a formal worker in the coolie?" Fang Bingsheng hadn't spoken, but a few thugs laughed first, "I want to wear uniforms? Just a guy wearing straw sandals, wait for the next life."

Zhou Hengfu knocked his head heavily on the stone slab, knocking back and forth, shouting: "Mr. Fang, you are a high-ranking official in the court. For the sake of my family being destroyed, I am sorry for me, a miserable person. Mr. Fang, you will be rewarded with good people. You will definitely have a prosperous career in the future. You will be in charge of Tiehe and official duties, and you will be a high-ranking official for generations..."

Zhou Hengfu was illiterate and seemed to have no common language with a cultural person like Fang Bingsheng. However, the most straightforward words of the old farmer scratched Fang Bingsheng's itchy flesh and talked about it in his heart, because in the same culture, the pursuit of elites and illiterate pursuing is the same as a moth to sweep into a fire: As an executive of a monopoly enterprise, what he likes most is not being flattered as a successful businessman, business elites, etc., which is equivalent to calling him a pariah for being a businessman; so when he introduced himself to the troublemakers, he always confused the difference between officials and businessmen. Who told him to stand behind the court?

Recently, he is still learning English, physics, chemistry, and preparing for scientific examinations. He is thinking: "He has a prosperous career, he manages Tiehe, and has a large official from generation to generation..."

Of course, with his knowledge system that has not received Western system education, it is becoming increasingly difficult to get into the imperial examination. Therefore, he also fantasized that Song You Tie-Director was taken over by the court, and it doesn’t matter if his income drops at all. At least he is an official. Now Zhou Hengfu’s “Guan Tie-He” is exactly what he wants.

"Stand up!" Fang Bingsheng raised his hand and stopped Zhou Hengfu's endless incense-burning plea.

Zhou Hengfu pressed his hands honestly on the stone slab, pricked his ears and stopped for ten seconds, making him believe that he had heard it correctly, and then he slowly stood up.

"It's quite tall, this guy is as tall as Lin Wu." Fang Bingsheng looked at Zhou Hengfu, turned his head and smiled at his tallest thug and bodyguard.

After all, in which era, height and strength were advantages. Zhou Hengfu was 175 cm tall, which was definitely similar to later generations of 190 cm tall. Both at the same time, the average height of both China and abroad was low. Napoleon, who was 168 cm tall, was also average in France at that time, and was three centimeters taller than the average height of his French soldiers.

After hearing everyone's evaluation of their height, Zhou Hengfu felt embarrassed and touched the back of his head with his hands and laughed: "A few of our brothers are tall, and everyone in the village calls me Zhou Dazi."

"Many people here have braided their hair. This thing is hot and lice. Why don't you cut your braids?" Fang Bingsheng asked with a glaring at the big braid.

"Oh, Mr. Fang, this is my ancestor's thing, I really don't dare to cut it." Zhou Hengfu blurted out, then his face changed, and he hurriedly defended: "I don't want to rebel! I can't read and don't take the exam for fame. I'm used to keeping it..."

"Shut up!" Fang Bingsheng stood up from the chair and circled around Zhou Hengfu, who was one head taller than him, and looked up and down, just like choosing a buyer in the Hong Kong population market.

Because his career is booming, Fang Bingsheng made money very quickly. He also quickly changed from the appearance of a coolie wearing straw sandals, rifles, and machetes in the era of Telegraph Company, and quickly changed to a rich man's style. He did not need to learn about enjoyment or luxury goods, which was much easier to get started than the imperial examination. Recently, when he was on a business trip, he also brought a newly bought rickshaw in Beijing.

But the coachman who came with him was quite fucked. This bastard was hired by Beijing. He was completely a slippery person.

The oil boy who is used to staying in Haijing has many advantages: for example, he is tall, has a good appearance, is very sweet, knows when to stop and how to get on and off the car. He can even speak a few words in English: "Shop in the shop", "fix cats" and so on, which makes it very respectful to take it out;

But the work attitude is not good at all. From Haijing, he followed the rickshaw off the boat and saw: Why did you go from the bustling capital to this countryside where birds don’t shit? This master’s working environment is so poor, he drags him around the construction site every day. There is no road. He pulls a cart around. He goes up the earth slope and crosses the stone formation, which can make people exhausted. From time to time, there are also black bricks and black guns from angry local people. I am looking for a decent job to serve the upper class in the capital. He is not here to come to this ghost place to be a coolie for this black and thin gangster! The bastard figured out this point. He didn’t even call him, so the other party Bingsheng left without saying goodbye.

So, Fang Bingsheng always wanted to find a coachman, but he realized that he was a person with a status, and the coachman had to be open: tall, mighty, with a wink, loyal, etc. However, it is difficult to find a bunch of coolies in the countryside. It is obvious that everyone was dug out of the soil. He kicked him a few times and slapped him a few times. Even decent words were not good. Can he pull a good car for himself? As for the bodyguard and thug he brought, it definitely meets the image standards of the coachman, but they are gangsters themselves, and they are capable of cutting, killing and playing hooligans. If they are hardworking and simple, they will go to the gang? If you want them to pull a car for you, they must be either lazy or deliberately slicking or deliberately going to the waggo, or they may break the car for you at night. - there is no car, boss, how can you pull it for you?

So Fang Bingsheng saw Zhou Hengfu's tall figure and Kong Wu were powerful, and he looked so obedient. As long as he could work hard to survive with the government, it didn't matter if his wife died. He was reluctant to cut his braids. What wasn't this the most honest obedient person?

Moreover, this is really in line with Fang Bingsheng's ideal image as a coachman. He even fantasizes about entering the court in Haijing - Blue Palace, with a black and greasy braid;

Oh, by the way, that damn car driver in the capital, he cut his braids and left a very fashionable big part. What's the result? He didn't even think about how hard he was, and immediately took a boat back to the capital at night. This kind of braids must be a fence-like vanity mess!

After thinking so much, after a long time, I put my hand behind my back, raised my head and said to Zhou Hengfu: "There is no formal worker or something, it's all a rumor of the coolies. But as long as I can work with the government, I can do it? What should I do when I pull a cart for me? Two yuan per month."

Zhou Hengfu thought for three seconds, swallowed his saliva in his throat, and knelt on the ground cleanly and neatly. His knees were so powerful that the entire stone floor seemed to shake. He kowtowed three times in a row: "Mr. Fang, you are my reborn parents. I will go back to establish a temple for you, the benefactor of the Zhou family..."

"Your emperor car that just got off the boat? Will this foodie pull it?" a bodyguard shouted immediately.

"Yes! I have a floor ferry at home, and I often pull it!" Zhou Hengfu replied.

"That's not a platoon. Brother Sheng's is a good car from the 'hurry' car dealer. If it is broken, you won't have enough to lose your life."

"Okay, OK, let him try first." Fang Bingsheng smiled and stopped the bodyguards' habit of intimidation and threatening, which was useless. In this dusty and stone-free ghost place, perhaps getting that car was a mistake in itself.

"Master, I have another request..." At this time, Zhou Hengfu knocked his head to the ground again.

"You foodie are sick..." A bodyguard rushed up and scolded. People from the railway company disliked hearing "request" or "request", not to mention that there was a word "return" in front of it.

But Fang Bingsheng waved his hand to stop the bodyguard and said with a smile: "I want your two children to follow you, right? You know we also recruit child laborers, but your child is too young to do much work, so you can only help the kitchen, which means you can eat and live in the company for free. Let's do this, I'll give a child laborer money to add up to 6 cents a day."
Chapter completed!