Most of the time, the enthusiastic western people will be regarded by the southerners as impolite and vulgar. Although the truth is not the case, it is just an excuse to improve themselves and despise others.


    When people in some high-end banquets around some celebrities and dignitaries who roll their sleeves, tear their necklines and hold wine glasses to laugh loudly show a knowing and catering smile, their loud voice and disheveled clothes are full of charm in people''s eyes.


    It seems that they should do that. If they don''t, they can''t show their distinctive identity and style.


    But in a remote bar in the countryside, if a farmer in cheap suspenders and straw hat rolls up his sleeves, tears his collar, holds a wine glass in his hand and is talking and laughing loudly, these people will only cast disdainful eyes.


    Perhaps the social celebrities and dignitaries said that things are not elegant, they are natural phenomena in some organs and some physiological aspects.


    Perhaps what the farmer said was not obscene, but talking about the weather, the news in the society and his longing for a better life.


    People will not judge their status because of other people''s thoughts. It is a vulgar behavior. Only after they see each other''s status, power, wealth and all social labels that can add value to themselves, can they show an appropriate expression. This is the elegance of upper class society.


    As for whether obscenity is really obscenity and elegance is really elegance, it is the question of philosophers.


    The Labour Party''s practice in the south does not apply to the West. The workers in the south are more like those who have a certain "part" in some TV dramas. They will hold the box containing fried chicken with two fingers, and then sit with their friends with their fruit wine.


    Twist your body, wave your arms and do some small movements in a very elegant and implicit way to express your inner happiness at this time.


    They will be gentle and elegant to have fun, and then choose to stop at the right time, thank each other and say goodbye, and leave the workers'' club.


    But in ambillo


    "Hey, chick, is there any fried chicken?" a farmer who rolled up his sleeves and exposed his hairy arms in winter wrapped his teeth with his tongue and cleaned the shredded meat between his teeth. He patted the table vigorously to make noise.


    The waitress''s face was a little embarrassed. She went to the counter and whispered to the manager, "I can''t imagine what happened to me. It''s different from what I heard from other places!"


    Girls are not local people. Ambillo is still a relatively conservative and traditional area. The biggest connivance of people living here is to allow them to work in places that will not "hurt" themselves and their families.


    In places like bars, the girls carrying dishes are basically from other places or the operator''s family - if someone dares to do anything, the boss will take out the gun under the counter.


    But obviously this is not the case here. The manager put a fried chicken on the plate with the same ugly face and squeezed out a smile. "Bear it again, and soon they will calm down. You know, people will always be very excited at the beginning of taking advantage of it."


    This kind of rhetoric can only deceive themselves. After the girl''s leather drum was patted by a greasy hand, she forced to smile and left the group of farmers and cowboys who smelled of sweat. She can''t stand everything here!


    The manager is also a little intolerable. In other workers'' clubs, the workers will be very polite and restrained. They will only receive a fried chicken and a glass of fruit wine, and then find a place to sit down quietly.


    But look at this damn place. The farmers and cowboys outside called themselves workers, paid $99, joined the Labor Party and entered the club.


    Then they began to eat and drink freely without any shame. Some people even had breakfast at the workers'' club. They also plausibly said that free fried chicken and fruit wine were the promise of the labor party to them.


    How can the guys from southern cities make the opponents of these rough men in the West hit their chest when they disagree, pinch their necks when they disagree, and start tearing their clothes when they disagree? It''s nothing. Almost everyone knows the great news.


    Just spend $99 to fill out an application form for joining the Labour Party, and then you can go to the workers'' club for free, from morning to night.


    At first, the workers'' club thought it was just because the local steamed buns in the West were very excited, wanted to eat a piece of 99% and had the idea of taking advantage of it.


    Fried chicken and fruit wine, not to mention eating every day, as long as they feel sick and want to vomit after eating three meals a day, these people will naturally not be crowded here as soon as they arrive.


    Facts have proved that these people''s ideas are too simple. This grease has never been a problem for the working people in the West who have been engaged in heavy manual workers for a long time.


    Looking at the drunk farmers and cowboys outside the bar fighting each other in the street and other drunkards cheering for them to sing, the manager felt that it was not a way to go on like this.


    Yes, yes, there are many big capitalists in the Labor Party preparatory group in ambillo. Their attitude is also very clear. It doesn''t matter to spend money, but we must establish the Labor Party Organization Department as soon as possible.


    But... I''m afraid these capitalists can''t bear the hundreds and thousands of "food expenses" this day?


    Thinking about something, a cowboy slapped on the bar and pointed to the manager, "another fried chicken."


    The manager just reflected a little slower, so the cowboy reached out and pulled the fried chicken hanging next to him, tore off a large piece of breast meat, and pushed happily towards the crowd outside.


    The manager yelled at these sons of bitches.


    Early the next morning, the farmer cowboys who came to have breakfast gathered outside the workers'' club.


    According to the previous normal situation, the club should have opened the door for business at this time, but today the door is tightly closed and a notice board is hung outside the door.


    Most farmers and cowboys are not literate. They waited for a literate farmer for a long time. Under his interpretation, we learned a bad news - free fried chicken and fruit wine are not provided in the morning and noon.


    This is also the decision made after the manager went back to discuss with the preparatory group after the business ended last night.


    If we simply turn this place into a "canteen", the development of the Labor Party in the state of ambillo will stop at providing free fried chicken and fruit wine.


    If they want to have any work results that they can get, they must first make these farmers and cowboys aware of a serious problem. There will be no really free fried chicken and fruit wine in the world, and there are still unlimited.


    If they want to get these things, they must pay the corresponding price, that is, their loyalty.


    The people of the preparatory group are very clear about the specific situation of ambillo and are very accurate in their positioning. They don''t expect to publicize themselves by challenging Turin''s Majesty in ambillo.


    Their idea is to constantly organize large-scale activities and gatherings of members of the labor party, appropriately make a voice in the society, put forward necessary demands, and then take the initiative to find ways to solve these demands, so that the labor party can obtain higher social status and public respect.


    With these two points, the Labor Party has initially established its own system and maintained this scale, so that they can try to touch the scepter in the process of quietly growing.


    In fact, what they have to do is what they have always wanted to do, but this time their enemy is no longer the capitalists, but the politicians. They unite with the capitalists and turn the enemy into friends.


    But anyway, the first step is to make these workers of the labor party, that is, the farmers and cowboys, understand that if they want to eat fried chicken, drink fruit wine and harass the waiter, they must be obedient.


    The practice of Southerners is very implicit, which is also the understanding of most Westerners about southerners. They always beat around the Bush and express some simple problems in a very complex way.


    Just like the notice board hung this morning, the club can directly explain the situation - it can''t afford to play by this group of wireless refilling chickens. It only provides dinner.


    This may seem straightforward and rude, but it will work well. People here like it very much.


    But this refusal without any explanation dissatisfied some farmers and cowboys. Madder, we spent $99 to eat for a few days and planned to close the door. Is this a fraud?


    Right, this must be a fraud.


    Some working farmers and cowboys scolded and left. They were very dissatisfied, but they could come to eat at night, at least not too bad.


    After these people dispersed, another group of people had no meaning to stay, and left after shouting for a while.


    The manager hid in the club and smiled with satisfaction at the sad departure of these vulgar farmers and cowboys.


    That''s right. In the future, he will be an important member of the Labor Party organization of the state branch. How can he become a cook who provides fried chicken?


    And his plan is more than that.


    In the evening, hungry farmers and cowboys who had worked a lot for a day or slept somewhere gathered here again. As soon as they entered the club, they asked about the smell.


    The taste of fried chicken and the aroma of fruit wine really smell good. Everyone seems rude. In fact, they purposefully find their place and prepare for a big dinner.


    When the waitress pushed the dining car to distribute fried chicken and fruit wine to them, these people began to enjoy the big meal in the cheers until a plate fell to the ground.


    A farmer who looked a little thin and about thirty years old stood in front of the manager. The dinner plate broke into several pieces at his feet. His eyes stared at the manager coldly, "I repeat, give me fried chicken and fruit wine!"


    The manager looked expressionless and solemn. In fact, his legs and stomach began to cramp. He just refused the farmer''s request. He threw the plate directly, and then showed such a vicious expression. It was too scary to step on the horse.


    But when he thought of his plan and the promise made by the head and deputy head of the preparatory group, he could only hold on.


    He seemed to feel that his momentum could not be weaker than that of the thin farmer. He straightened his chest and tied his neck, and loudly repeated what he had just said, "no, I refuse to provide you with anything!"


    The thin farmer took a step forward, and the muscles on his cheekbones beat irregularly. Although he looks very thin, he gives people a more aggressive feeling, "reason, little white face, if you don''t give me a reason, I''ll tear you..."


    After a short silence, the surrounding farmers and cowboys began to whistle and coax. Some people kept shouting, and others shouted "give the sissy from the south some color to see". The atmosphere suddenly became more enthusiastic than before.


    The manager swallowed his saliva. He looked at the other eyes full of banter, irony, ridicule and waiting to see the excitement. He felt that his scalp had lost consciousness.


    "I... repeat, everyone has only one free fried chicken and fruit wine every day. This is not for you, but for everyone."


    It seems that the manager is not too weak. In fact, he has counselled. He is just explaining that he is not aimed at him, but this sentence makes the workers'' Club quiet again.


    A big and thick farmer and cowboy rolled up their sleeves and squeezed around him. Their bad eyes swept over him again and again, making him cold.


    "Little white face, you''d better explain what it is for all of us..."


    With a slap, I don''t know who suddenly stretched out his arm and slapped him. He was dizzy and turned black in front of him. He hurriedly arranged his disturbed hair with both hands. It seems that as long as his hair style is not disordered, he can maintain his broken dignity.


    The bright red mark on his face soon swelled up. His eyes had begun to dodge. Several Cowboys chased him, and some of them pulled out their knives.


    If it hadn''t been for a scream to calm these hot-blooded Cowboys down, maybe the next day''s newspaper would report the things here in more detail.


    The waitress, who had been used to being taken advantage of, held the dinner plate between the cowboys and the manager. She stared at these cowboys. She didn''t know where there was a laugh full of contempt and disdain. Soon everyone began to laugh.


    The cowboy who pulled out the knife inserted the knife back into the leather scabbard. He went to the waitress, pinched the girl''s chin and kissed the girl on the face. People laughed even louder.


    This is not humiliation or blasphemy, but gratitude.


    If the girl hadn''t stopped him, after drinking wine and blood, if he poked the wrong place, he might have to accompany him to prison for many years.


    So this is not humiliation, but thanks, deep thanks.


    From this day on, no one harassed the girl anymore. Of course, this is another story.