Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

He recalled today's conversation, but failed to grasp the main point.

Not long after, people came one after another and gathered together, laughing and laughing.

The students here are versatile, some play the flute and some play the harmonica.

The harmonica was first introduced to the West by the Sheng, a Chinese classical musical instrument. After continuous evolution, it transformed into the harmonica. Later, it was spread from the West to Japan at the end of the last century, and then from Japan back to China. It is a closed loop.

But at this time, there were few people who knew it. It was just that Hankou’s population was complex, so it was not unusual to be able to buy and learn the harmonica.

There was a lot of commotion until Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Come and bring the plate."

Hula, several people stood up at the same time.

The good thing about all the prep work is that it’s now served extremely quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin cooks without the need for a stove. He can adjust the hot and slow heat at will. He is a natural cook.

When the dishes were all served, Liu Huaqiang went to the kitchen to ask Zhao Chuanxin to eat.

Rejected by Zhao Chuanxin.

But he provided Tongsheng Jin Shaoguo to add to the fun.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching several tables of people drinking and drinking.

At first they couldn't let go, but after noticing that Zhao Chuanxin remained silent and after eating two ounces of yellow soup, the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Someone asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Principal, what are the bitter cold places outside the Great Wall?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and took out his guitar: "The grassland beyond the Great Wall is beautiful, and there are songs to prove it."

As he spoke, the chords sounded.

The song goes: Wind passing through the wilderness, walk slower. I tell you in silence that I am drunk. Balhu Ti Linwu Desi, so sweaty, so sweaty, can't even hear the wind, can't hear...

The wine table gradually became quiet, and Zhao Chuanxin's deep singing voice filled the room.

It’s so strange that this song actually has a picture.

A pure and clear night suddenly appeared before the eyes of all the students. The cold wind in the night ruffled the shepherdess's broken hair. The wind stopped and the night was quiet. Only the moonlight washed the vast grassland.

After a while, blue sky and white clouds appeared again. Just looking at the clouds can make me stunned for a long time. Although there are herds of cattle, horses and alpacas, people do not ride them. Instead, they run on the grassland with two legs, and their horseshoe-sleeved robes flutter in the wind. , you won’t fall down even if you close your eyes, because everywhere you go is flat and flat...

After the song ends, the sound of the piano suddenly stops, making people feel lost, as if the beautiful scenery of the grassland is gradually fading away.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "This is the grassland beyond the Great Wall."

"it is good!"

"One more song, principal!"

"Why are you here?" Zhao Chuanxin put away the guitar. He just didn't practice for a long time and needed to find the feeling from time to time: "This thing is just one song. If you sing too much, it will make people laugh."

Everyone started talking about the grassland.

"I really want to go horse racing on the grassland."

"I've never seen a grassland."

"I've been there, and it was as shocking as seeing the sea for the first time, but after an hour there was nothing new. The smell of cow and horse manure was everywhere, and even the food smelled like that."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but interrupt: "Then you may have really eaten cow dung. There is a lack of water in the area, and many herdsmen use cow dung to wash the dishes."

"vomit……"

Everyone laughed.

Actually, eldest brother, don’t laugh at your second brother.

In the South, people still eat undigested tripe. Those who are lucky enough to eat it want their friends to try it too.

At the climax of the banquet, Zhao Chuanxin announced on the spot: "For all the students who participated in building car engines, the one who made the biggest contribution will be rewarded with 200 yuan, followed by 100 yuan, and the one with the smallest contribution will be rewarded with 30 yuan each."

"Long live the principal..."

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed on the spot.

Even 30 ocean dollars is enough to catch up with the hardest working porter who has been carrying bags for three months. 200 ocean dollars is a huge sum of money.

Especially for students who are not engaged in production.

This money must be given, and must be cashed in as soon as possible.

Zhao Chuanxin must let all the students of Juanwang Technical College know that there is money to be made by doing research and development. The more research and development, the more money you will make. Zhao Chuanxin wants them to learn with retaliation.

The internal combustion engine at this time had a rough structure and simple principle. It is said that Ford's founder, Ford Henry, invented an internal combustion engine by himself when he was 15 years old.

Later, he went to Westinghouse Electric Company and Edison's company, and then continued to be promoted. After he became a chief engineer, he had money and time, so he continued to study his internal combustion engine.

Later, he simply resigned and established a car company with his friends.

The environment created by Zhao Chuanxin for the students of Juanwang Technical College is not much worse than that of Henry Ford.

The teaching force is constantly increasing. Even if Zhao Chuanxin has no money, he has to come first. Moreover, because Zhao Chuanxin is a shareholder of Hanyang Iron Works, the engineers inside have to give Zhao Chuanxin face to teach from time to time.

The most terrible thing is that Zhao Chuanxin simply donated his Rolls-Royce and dismantled it at will.

Zhao Chuanxin can afford to wait. One year is not enough for two years, two years is not enough for three years. After five years of accumulation, if he can build a qualified car, it will be considered a success.

Future history books will record: Zhao Chuanxin is the number one person in China's automobile manufacturing industry...

Just listening to it makes me feel cool.

At this time, the banquet reached its climax.

Liu Huaqiang also drank too much. His face turned red and his neck became thick, and he shouted loudly: "At this time, please ask the principal to write a poem!"

The others followed suit.

Zhao was very happy that his goal of passing the salary was achieved, and he did not refuse. He stood up and took seven steps in the living room: "Yes."

Okay, okay, a poem can be made in seven steps, right?

""Qinyuanchun·Hankou".

In the cold autumn of Independence, the Han River goes eastward to the head of Tianxingzhou. See the mountains all red, the forests all dyed, the rivers full of green, and hundreds of boats competing in the current.

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

With a melancholy outline, I ask who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth. I traveled with hundreds of couples.

Recalling the past eventful years thick.

My classmates are young and in their prime.

The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Qiu!

Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat from flying? "

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back, and his alto was loud and full of momentum.

I blanch...

Everyone was numb.

The noise was a noise, they didn't expect Zhao Chuanxin to write any good poems.

After all, I had never heard of him, and no one thought that Zhao Chuanxian was a scholar.

Even Yuan Xiangcheng is unique only in his calligraphy skills.

Zhao Chuanxin is also a martial artist, but I heard that he can paint and sing. Not many people have seen the paintings. Although the songs are good, they are easy to understand.

Poetry is another matter entirely.

The key is that the words are so well written and so powerful.

Reading it from Zhao Chuanxin's mouth was a completely different artistic conception.

It was as if he was standing on a high place, waving to the students and saying proudly: "Students, how many local tyrants and evil gentry are there now? Let's go ahead and do it. China will still look at you in the future!"

It really seems that from the perspective of the principal, he has high hopes and affirmation for all the students.

The whole poem has a broad realm, magnificent momentum, magnificent pictures, and heroic spirit, which coincides with Zhao Chuanxin's temperament and past deeds.

It is very credible to say that this word was said by him impromptuly.