It took Chen Zikun an hour to compile the regulations for the dung industry.
He wrote three pieces of rough paper with a thousand words.
After finishing writing, he fell asleep and went to Xiong Mansion the next morning.
When he arrived at the door, he wanted to tip the concierge again, which frightened the concierge so much that he almost knelt down: "Mr.
Chen, please spare the little one.
I received a huge piece of gold from you yesterday, and I almost didn't let the housekeeper beat me to death."
Chen Zikun pretended to be surprised: "Why did I hit you?"
The concierge said: "I can accept other people's door bags, but not yours.
You are our master's friend.
Mr.
Chen, please come in.
I have told you that you don't need to announce your arrival.
You can go directly to the study to have tea."
Chen Zikun chuckled, and went to the study room by the familiar route without being led.
After a while, Xiong Xiling came.
After some polite remarks, Chen Zikun took out the dung industry charter he had written overnight and presented it to Mr.
Xiong for viewing.
Xiong Xiling glanced at ten lines.
After quickly browsing, he slammed the table, which startled Chen Zikun who was holding a tea cup and blowing tea foam.
"Well written" Xiong Xiling couldn't help but said.
After all, he was a great Confucian in the pre-Qing Dynasty and a former Prime Minister.
Xiong Xiling's knowledge and insight were extraordinary.
How could he not see the gold content of this charter.
The manure industry charter written by Chen Zikun is comprehensive and well-organized.
It covers everything from the management of the manure industry and the responsibilities of public health to the improvement and unification of manure removal tools and the time and route of manure truck transportation.
It all has specific policies.
It is also recommended to ban the cesspits that can be seen everywhere in Beijing and seriously affect the city's image and people's lives.
The most noteworthy thing is that the charter gives the management of the cesspool industry to the citizens.
In the past, dung valves divided the public toilets on the streets and the huts of households into their own sphere of influence, and did not allow others to interfere.
Over time, they formed a monopoly.
The dung collectors mainly turned against customers, often sabotaged work, and extorted residents.
In Chen Zikun's plan, the residents organized the dung industry according to the alleys.
Management committee, each household contributes money to the management committee According to the meeting, the management committee will select the best to hire the manure workers and pay the wages to the manure men on time.
If the residents are not satisfied with the service quality, they can complain to the management committee, and the management committee will deduct the manure men's salary as punishment.
In serious cases, the manure plant will be opened.
Change to another service provider, which is equivalent to taking back the power of life and death from the dung valve.
"Xiao Chen, you came up with these all by yourself," Xiong Xiling said with admiration.
What made him so excited was not the rigorous and meticulous terms, nor the innovation of the excrement industry system and the improvement of excrement tools, but The democratic spirit reflected between the lines.
Chen Zikun said modestly: "I often drive carts all over the city.
I see big pits dug by dung factories all over Beijing.
The dung carts go in and out of the city gate, dripping all over the ground.
Foreigners at the Six Nations Hotel also said that Beijing is a wonderful city.
The city’s nose is always filled with the smell of tuberose and shit.
I think everyone living in this city has the obligation to make it more beautiful, so I often think about such issues when I’m free.”
Xiong Xiling praised: "Young people can practice what they do instead of talking about it.
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These are the true heroes.
Xiao Chen, you have done a good job and you should continue to do it."
Chen Zikun said, "Mr.
Xiong is talking about the twelve scumbags I recruited.
I have no intention of continuing to engage in this business.
What happened yesterday was just a social experiment I did.
It will really destroy thousands of people in Beijing."
I can't afford the job of a scumbag."
Xiong Xiling nodded.
This young man was indeed thoughtful and far-sighted.
What he was considering was not his own wealth, nor the sanitation problems of one street or several alleys, but the shortcomings of the excrement industry and the sanitation plan for the whole of Beijing.
Even Even the livelihood of those idle men and women is under his consideration.
"Okay, I will submit this charter to the Municipal Office, but you have to help with the follow-up work."
Xiong Xiling has been in Beijing for many years, and his accent still has a strong Hunan accent.
"I am willing to do the work of dogs and horses."
Chen Zikun said.
Xiong Xiling seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Come over the day after tomorrow, and I will take you to Xiao Longyou to help you see a doctor.
He is a famous doctor in the capital.
He may be able to help you restore your memory."
Chen Zikun was extremely grateful: "Thank you, Mr.
Xiong."
After leaving Xiong Mansion, we went back to Ziguang Depot for lunch, and then headed to Yuji Manure Factory with Xue Pingshun.
Most of the manure factories in Beijing are located in the outer city or outside the city.
Because there is a lot of open space, you can just dig a hole and pull up the road wall to open a manure factory.
The manure taken from the residents' homes and official huts is not in a hurry to sell; It is processed in the manure factory before being sold to the countryside near the capital.
Although this process is simple, it is painful for the people around the dung factory.
In winter, it may be better and the smell is not strong.
In summer, the sky is covered with flies, and the stench of dung can make people turn around.
Therefore, the people who open the dung factory actually It’s not easy either.
After a year of hard work, I can’t make much money.
Yu Deshun smashed his own head with a brick yesterday.
This was his usual trick.
Young gangsters like to threaten each other with self-mutilation, but this time he failed.
I don't know what the other party's background is, but he actually got involved with Xiong Xiling.
Prime Minister Xiong intervened, and the police department did not dare to neglect.
The situation was completely turned upside down.
All the people from Ziguang Automobile Factory were released that night, but Yu Ji's people were still there.
Squatting in the police station and eating steamed buns.
This is what Ma Laowu told Yu Deshun.
He also said that this time a heavyweight intervened and there was really nothing he could do, so he could do whatever he wanted.
Yu Deshun was so angry that he had lost hundreds of dollars and saw that his ancestor's foundation was about to be destroyed in his own hands.
He was running around in a hurry, but he couldn't make any progress.
In the end, he was the one who picked up the shit.
You can't get on the stage, even if you are the owner of a manure factory.
No matter whether you are soft or hard, you can't beat others.
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After much deliberation, it was better to take a step back and see the brighter future.
Yu Deshun sighed, as if he had aged ten years overnight.
Suddenly, his subordinate Xiao Liben came running out of breath: "Uncle, they are coming, they are coming."
"Why are you panicking?
Who's here?
You look like you're crying as if your father is dead."
"The boss of Ziguang Automobile Factory is here."
"Oh" Yu Deshun panicked and almost dropped the teapot.
What on earth does this man named Chen want to do?
Is it necessary to kill them all?
Yu Deshun ran into the pot house and took out the kitchen knife.
His wife happened to come in.
Seeing the way he gritted his teeth, he asked curiously: "Master, what are you doing?"
"Chen Zikun came to the door, and I fought with him."
"You are allowed to knock on other people's doors, but they are not allowed to come to yours.
I think this man surnamed Chen is a reasonable person.
As the head of the house, you should act like a dung king and don't let others laugh at you."
After his wife taught him a lesson, Yu Deshun sobered up a bit.
He put down his kitchen knife, straightened his clothes, and went to the door of the manure factory to greet him in person.
"Isn't this Boss Yu?
We meet again.
Hello, hello."
Chen Zikun smiled broadly.
He didn't look like he was trying to start a fight at all.
Moreover, he only brought one person here.
If he wanted to ruin the place, he would have to say less.
Thirty people, this made Yu Deshun feel a little calmer, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Boss Chen is here.
If you are not far away, please come inside."
As Yu Deshun walked, he thought about it.
Those who come are not kind and kind.
Don't look at Chen Zikun's smile, he must not be holding back his good intentions.
The scale of Yu Ji's manure factory was not small.
He occupied a large area of open space next to Longxugou.
There were houses here originally.
Later, when the Boxer Rebellion broke out and the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered Beijing, the place was burned to ashes. , all the original residents died in the war, and the vacant land was occupied by the Yu family.
There are deep pits dug everywhere in the manure factory, which store farmyard manure, and there are also large excrements spread out on the ground.
Yesterday, a light snowfall made the ground muddy.
When we got to the manure factory, feces and urine flowed across the ground.
The only way to drain it all the way to the house was Only the stepping bricks at the door can pass.
There are still dozens of wheelbarrow dung trucks and five large trucks parked in the factory.
Because the dung men were arrested, these vehicles that were supposed to go out to remove dung are all parked in the yard.
The dung trucks are all old.
The wooden wheels were hooped with iron sheets, and there were old excrement in every corner.
They looked filthy, but Chen Zikun watched all this with interest and kept nodding.
Yu Deshun felt cold, he really wanted to take my property.
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When they came to the house, the guests and hosts took their seats.
The daughter-in-law served tea and stood aside, for fear that her husband would do something stupid.
"My dear, you go in, Mr.
Chen and I have something to say."
Yu Deshun scolded.
The wife had no choice but to hide in the back room.
Before Chen Zikun could say anything, Yu Deshun left his seat, lifted his cotton robe, and knelt down on the ground.
"What do you mean?"
Xue Pingshun hurriedly came up to help him, but couldn't help him.
"Master Chen, I'm convinced.
Yu Ji's excrement tunnel will belong to you from now on.
I only have one thing to ask for.
If you don't agree, I will kneel down and die here."
Yu Deshun said firmly.
"Say."
Chen Zikun just said one word.
"There are hundreds of brothers who are eating with me.
Please take care of them and give them a bite of food."
Yu Deshun said, his eye circles slightly red.
Chen Zikun looked up to the sky and laughed.
Yu Deshun was a little frightened and didn't know why he was laughing.
"Boss Yu, your joke is a bit big.
You are sincerely trying to silence me, right?"
Chen Zikun said with a smile.
"Why can't I understand what you are saying?"
Yu Deshun looked confused.
"I came here this time to entrust my brothers to the care of Boss Yu.
Why did you give up your job before I asked?"
"Are you saying that I'm still confused?"
Xue Pingshun spoke: "Boss Yu, I think you are really confused.
No one with a little bit of brains can do such a thing as you.
When did our Unisplendour Automobile Factory say we were going to occupy Yu Ji's cesspool?
Why don't you send us a message?"
People clean latrines, but we can’t even clean ourselves, so we have to live in the dunghill like you.”
As soon as he said this, Yu Deshun suddenly understood, patted his head and said: "I understand, it's my fault."
Xue Pingshun continued: "We cleaned ourselves, but you couldn't stand it.
You came to the door with three friends and four friends, and there were patrol police to help you.
You sincerely refused to let us live a peaceful life.
Later, the neighbors joined in.
I beg you, please send someone to clean it.
We all agree on how much it costs.
No one wants to cause this trouble.
Why don’t you just reply?
Absolutely, that's called simply, together with those polite and respectable people living on Shihuma Street, they all bow their heads and admit their mistakes to you.
You are not satisfied.
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It is you who pushed the business to other places.
No one forced you.
In the end, we We had no other choice, so we asked some farmers from Changxindian to dig out manure, and you led others there to stop cars, beat people, and cause trouble."
Xue Pingshun didn't save him any face.
This was such a run.
Yu Deshun blushed almost as much as Guan Gong.
When a person is rampant, he gets carried away.
Only after being knocked down from the mortal world can he think clearly about the problem.
Now he thinks back to himself in the past few days.
What he did was just like losing his mind and going crazy.
"Papa" Yu Deshun slapped his face several times.
"You are right in your lesson.
I am blinded by lard.
No, it is blinded by feces.
I am not a human being.
I deserve to die."
Yu Deshun slapped his face hard.
"Okay, Uncle Xue, Boss Yu was also deceived by a traitor."
Chen Zikun tried to smooth things over, and helped Yu Deshun up, and said: "Boss Yu, I never thought about robbing your business from the beginning.
I just want to make the residents live more comfortably and the streets and alleys cleaner, don’t you think this idea is too much?”
"Not too much, not too much."
Yu Deshun quickly agreed.
Chen Zikun said: "This matter has become quite big recently and has alarmed Prime Minister Xiong.
He wants to write to the cabinet to thoroughly clean up the accumulated abuses of Beijing's dung industry.
I am thinking that you are an old man in the dung industry.
To reform Beijing's dung industry, you need to It’s up to you to take action.”
Yu Deshun was moved to tears.
He understood the other party's intention, which was not to kill them all, but to give himself a way out
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