"It is midnight on February 13, 2010 AD, the Chinese Lunar New Year. The Monyach anchored at the Three Gorges Reservoir. The surface is quiet and the equipment is normal. Tonight we will execute the Bronze Plan. I am Captain Manstein. This is This is the captain's diary of my thirteenth voyage." Professor Manstein glanced at his watch and dialed the overseas phone number. "Preparations are complete. Please give us the final order from the school board."
"Start taking action and wish you luck." Principal Angers hung up the phone. This time the task was completely handed over to Manstein. The Kasai Academy provided full support but did not control it remotely, because the Angers school had almost no control over it. The school board split over the matter, and although the school board ultimately chose to compromise, it still had great misgivings.
Different from last time, this time the Monyach is fully armed, and the equipment department has stuffed the latest things into the bottom compartment. This ship has gathered the most advanced technology of mankind so far, and its firepower can compete with a destroyer.
In addition to the Monyach, there are two other ships like this.
Manstein looked out from the porthole of the captain's cabin. The xenon lamp was hovering on the river and he could vaguely see the numbers on the blue-gray side panels of the ship. They were 105 and 106, which were their ship numbers.
"Everything is ready and waiting for you at any time, Professor." The young man with thin-framed glasses walked into the captain's cabin, holding a briefcase in his arm, wearing a black suit and a black striped tie, and bright leather shoes. At first glance, he looked like a manager working in a bank. It was hard to imagine that such a person would appear on a ship that was about to rush to kill the dragon.
"You are much more capable than we thought)" Manstein did not look back at the young man. This man had a special status tonight and deserved to be treated well by Cassel's side, but he gave people the feeling that It was too uncomfortable.
There is a word in Chinese idiom called duplicity, which means doing one thing in front of others and having bad intentions behind the scenes. It is usually used to describe a villain. Manstein really didn't want to use this word on this young man, but he was such a person. Although he was impeccably polite and smiling, and he was very methodical and steady in doing things, when he saw his smile and slightly narrowed With his eyes, Stein instinctively felt that this guy looked like a despicable bastard who would stab people in the back.
"Are you talking about the dispatch with the Shipping Bureau?" The young man was slightly startled. "I think this kind of thing is not surprising, right? With Cassel's ability, he obtained the government's blockade order when performing such a task in the United States. It should be pretty easy too.
"No, I mean those two ships. Hull numbers 105 and 106. They are the Jinan ship and the Xi'an ship. They have made outstanding contributions as the first generation of guided missile destroyers independently developed by China. They were retired one after another in 2007, but they But he showed up here tonight to slay the dragon." Manstein turned to look into the young man's eyes, "Kassel does not have the power to mobilize the US military veterans. Your Chen family is bigger than we thought."
"As the oldest mixed-race family in China, it is normal to have some connections in the military and political circles." The young man laughed and smiled very humbly, but it is not difficult to see the pride in the huge family behind him in that sentence, "They have maintained Very good, but it is a bit too wasteful as a museum. In fact, we paid a large deposit for their dispatch. If today's action causes them to suffer losses, they will have to build a new ship of the same ship number. There will be more blood on it.”
"What do you think is just a small amount of money?" Manstein also laughed. As a member of the disciplinary committee, he has always been a strict person, and it is rare for him to choose to make a little fun of this kind of thing.
"Your expression gave me an ominous feeling. I always felt as if you would use those two beautiful destroyers as bait to sink them." The young man had to put away his business negotiation style and chose to surrender. " To be honest, I’m a military fan and I don’t want to see this happen.”
"Don't worry, tonight is the day of the decisive battle in Kassel. Dragon King Norton will be buried at the bottom of the river. Those of us on the ship are only doing auxiliary work. It is the young people who really kill the Dragon King. If Norton really wants to If you want us to come up with all the ideas, then the Monyach will only fight with your destroyer ladies until the end." Manstein patted the young man on the shoulder, "Would you like to get up and meet the elite students in Kassel? You guys? Maybe a friendly exchange will help both of you gain something."
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"Although I really want to accept this honor, I'd better forget it if it's too late." The young man smiled bitterly and held up the frame of the mirror. "There are people there who don't want to see me. If we meet in a place like this, they might fight. It affects morale."
"We are all members of the same family, how close are we to each other?" Manstein was a little curious.
Nono rarely mentioned her family background to people around her, but the professors in Cassell knew it to some extent. Her real name was Chen Motong, and she came from the Chen family in China. That ancient family has a long history of five thousand years. It has been passed down through wars in history and has rich slaughter experience and survival methods.
Kassel has branches and leaves all over the world, but it is rarely set foot in China and Japan, because the hybrids in these two places have their own way of life, and they hope to be beaten by the outside world) But in the face of the great cause of dragon slaying, they and Cassel has a common position and is willing to help, and of course hopes to get some good benefits.
The Chen family is the best among Chinese mixed races. The young man who appeared on the Nihao tonight is called Chen Jun. All the parts of the Bronze Plan related to the Chen family are executed by him with full authority. He seems young, but He clearly has the family's trust.
"No... Mainly because I'm more afraid of her..." Mentioning the devil-like woman, Chen Jun showed a hint of fear, as if a wandering man saw a little ghost popping out of a grave and asked him for passing money, "When I was young, The two of us don't get along very well and always have disagreements on various things. The solution is to fight directly and listen to whoever wins."
"Oh." Manstein nodded. This story does sound very similar to Nono's style. She is now a little witch in the world, but she must have been the kind of devil-level naughty child when she was a child.
"But I have never beaten her. Every time I was beaten, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen. Even now I see her, I'm still a little afraid of her." Chen Jun lowered his head and adjusted the frame of the mirror to cover up his most embarrassing history. He couldn't beat her when he was a child. Winning a girl is indeed something that makes a boy resentful. Chen Motong will never be forgotten in his life.
"The bad fate between childhood sweethearts." Manstein's Chinese is very good, and his evaluation is to the point. "When I see Nono, I won't say that you are here."
"Many thanks!"
Manstein returned to the lower cabin. The students were gathered in front of a big pot, holding bowls and sucking their mouths. For some students, it was indeed their first time eating something and they were not used to it. After swallowing it whole, they became hot and twisted. , but still couldn't stand the delicious temptation and couldn't bear to spit it out, rolling the stuff in his mouth around with a devil-like face.
"What are you doing?" Manstein frowned slightly.
"Eat dumplings! Today is the Chinese Lunar New Year, do as the Romans do, and you have to spend the night eating dumplings here!" The chef in charge, Fingel, wearing a chef's hat on his head, scooped up three dumplings and brought them to Manshi Tan Yin presented it in front of him, his face beaming with joy, as if the waiter was promoting the signature dish of his restaurant, "The pork with green onions is so delicious! Professor, would you like some too?"
The tense dragon-slaying battle was about to begin, but the heroes gathered around here to eat dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions. Manstein didn't know whether it was the students who were too lackadaisical and regarded this as an outing, or whether Fingel was such a bastard. It would be a nuisance wherever it was placed, so I began to consider whether throwing it off the deck to feed the fish would be the best option.
But he had to admit that this pot of dumplings was indeed very...the smell coming from the pot was so strong that even the fish in the Yangtze River couldn't bear it and tried to taste the flea beetles from under the water. The gloss of the dumplings' dough was like that of ingots. Judging from the beautiful appearance and the rich old Shanxi vinegar on the table, the guy who proposed to eat this pot of dumplings is an authentic Chinese, with a heart that will be full even if the mountain collapses in front of him, and a heart that will never be erased. The soul of a foodie.
"Who made the dumplings?" Manstein looked around at every student in the cabin. He didn't believe that Fingel's German stomach, which was used to eating pork knuckles and sauerkraut, could make an authentic Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.
"I..." A weak voice sounded among the people, followed by small hands still covered in flour. Many people consciously moved out of the way to expose the culprit, but Caesar and Nono looked at each other in unison. At one glance, he decided to guard his position and never sell out to provide everyone with delicious food (this chapter is not over yet!)
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The children just stood in front of them and refused to get out of the way. If you didn't consider that they were still holding bowls and spoons in their hands, this scene was a bit like the Spartan warriors before Thermopylae.
Manstein had to go around in a big circle before he could force his way in. There were stacks of dough that had been mixed together, plus a pot of pork and green onion stuffing that was fragrant with onions. Dumplings from the pot. Lu Mingfei, wearing an apron, lowered her hands and looked down at the professor, feeling that she had made a big mistake, but Chu Zi opposite her was still expressionless, looking at Professor Manstein while still holding dumplings with one hand. Kung Fu can give him a Dumpling God Award.
"I think the chef on our ship should provide you with a sumptuous dinner." Manstein said with a dark face.
"But he is a German chef professor. We have eaten German food in the college for many years. We should improve our taste." Caesar was the first to stand up and save the Chinese students. The Italian nobleman had eaten too much absolutely traditional food. It was the first time that Chinese dumplings were made for him by his opponent and a beautiful girl at the same time. This made him feel like being served by Chu Zihang, so even if there was Chu Hang in there, he was willing to come out and be the thorn in the side. Anyway, he He was originally such a character. He fought with Manstein, the disciplinary committee member, in Kassel on average once every three days, so he had rich experience.
"You can mention it to him," Manstein said weakly.
"I mentioned it!" Nuonuo held up Kuaizi, but she hadn't finished eating the dumplings in her mouth, so she took some time to chew before she could continue talking. "But he said he couldn't cook Chinese food! If we want to eat it, he The tools and ingredients can be provided so we can do it ourselves!”
"Aren't you worried about eating so much that it will affect your work?" Manstein had to get down to business.
"Only when you are full can you have the strength to work, Professor! During the ancient wars, the soldiers were very strong after eating their own wife cakes!" Fingel waved his spoon, looking very happy to be the chef taking care of his big meat. Pot, because Lu Mingfei said that if he was willing to do this job, he would provide him with Xianggu Chive flavor. Once this loser got an extra discount, he didn’t know what dignity was, so he had to kneel down and give Lu Mingfei shoes. met)
It seemed that this dumpling meal had successfully convinced everyone. Even Ling silently enjoyed the delicious food and didn't even want to participate in wasting her time. Manstein had to turn his attention to Chu Zihang. In his opinion, Chu Zihang may be the most knowledgeable person here, although he is also the culprit now.
"My mother specially sent me a message tonight asking me to eat dumplings." Chu Zihang's face was serious, except for the words "I am filial" on his forehead. "She said that no matter where the Chinese are, they will always be happy." Be sure to eat dumplings so that you can be happy and healthy in the coming year.
This is really a killer move. Chu Zihang has always seemed very traditional and obedient, and would not do anything out of the ordinary, except when he was on a mission, so many professors liked Chu Zihang quite a lot. But when Chu Zihang mentioned this classic quote from my mother, Manstein knew that he had completely lost tonight. How could you bear to take away the dumplings he had just made from such a good and filial boy? Can't he listen to his mother well?
Manstein was an orphan, so he cared more about family ties.
After a long silence, Manstein had to raise his hands and surrender: "Okay, you won, but you must not be so greedy that you work in the water! I don't want to see anyone report to me before starting the task, saying that he ate Too many stomachaches asking to go to the toilet!”
Huge cheers broke out among the students, applauding Manstein for this wise decision. Fingel took out all the dumplings left in the pot and gave Professor Manstein a whole portion. Holding Manschin's shoulders and pushing him to the seat, a group of people held their own bowls and watched Manschin eating dumplings. If they could get his approval, this extraordinary feast would be completed perfectly.
"Indeed... it's delicious." Manstein looked at the spoon in his hand. He had to admit that Shanxi's old vinegar and pig's head were a perfect match. Even the German stomach was conquered in an instant.
The person who laughed the happiest was probably Lu Mingfei, because this was what she thought of. This is how the Chinese New Year should be celebrated. Even if you eat this meal, you have to go to war, so she borrowed the tools from the chef. When I first thought about it, everyone who passed by was very curious. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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After understanding it, he gave full support, and finally even his senior brothers joined in, because Chu Zihang said that he had just received a text message from his mother asking him to eat dumplings tonight.
Before conquering a person's heart, you must first conquer his stomach. Thanks to the skill of learning cooking from his aunt since childhood, everyone was very satisfied with this meal. Even if the students participating in this bronze project have never met Lu Mingfei , you should also soon remember this little, S-level Chinese girl named Lu Mingfei.
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