How an American Hoodlum's Accent Was Localized Through Socialist Reform

At the drop-off area of Jiuquan High-Speed Railway Station, Sing Sing got off the train carrying a suitcase.

That's a distance of over two hundred kilometers!

If this brat doesn't see me off, and I have to take one of those unlicensed taxis that start at two thousand yuan, won't I get ripped off until I'm penniless?

That stingy Wang Pangzi would never reimburse such an exorbitant travel expense!

The driver, Polaris, rested one hand on the steering wheel and removed his sunglasses.

"Hey... will you come again in the future?" Her voice carried a hint of awkwardness that she was trying to hide.

Sing Sing straightened his slightly disheveled tie.

"What are you trying to do? Try to keep me here in the Northwest as a free cook for the rest of my life? I'm a key member of the bureau, making hundreds of thousands of yuan a day!"

Seeing his clueless and oblivious attitude, Polaris's eyes twitched twice. She pursed her lips and pushed her sunglasses back up on her nose.

"Buzz!"

The jeep sped away.

"Cough cough! This brat, her temper is still so explosive!"

Sing Sing looked disheveled in the wind, adjusted his hat, and turned to walk towards the high-speed rail station entrance.

Two days later, he arrived in Korla, where Luke Shaw worked in the experimental fields of the Plant Protection Research Institute, Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

This is located on the northern edge of the Tarim Basin at the southern foot of the Tian Shan, at an altitude of 950 meters, with an average annual temperature of 11.5℃. Luke Shaw is doing very well here, and Sing Sing is not surprised to find that the guy has also picked up the local accent.

His recovery is going well, and he'll be able to take off soon.

Fortunately, he didn't drink, which relieved Sing Sing Chow after he finished his investigation. After staying for two days, he still chose to leave despite the other party's attempts to persuade him to stay.

Sing Sing finally arrived at the Guizhou high-speed railway station.

At the station square, a Wuling Hongguang covered in yellow mud was parked on the side of the road.

Two people were standing next to the car.

Mortimer, the Toad, wearing a green safety vest, looked around.

The one next to me with the slicked-back hair is Sand Rat Miguel.

The Sand Rat had sharp eyes and spotted Sing Sing in the crowd at a glance.

"Oh!" Sand Rat greeted him, "Director Zhou! I've missed you so much! You've suffered so much on your journey, you must have had a hard time!"

Not a buddy.

You're a Las Vegas gangster, a shady dealer, how come your accent is all over the place?!

"Brother Zhou! Get in the car! The air conditioning's on, it's so cool inside!"

The Sand Rat diligently took the suitcase and opened the recessed car door.

The beat-up van chugged and rattled its way onto the road.

Along the way, the Sand Rat fully utilized its innate ability to flatter and be opportunistic.

"Brother Zhou, I've been working incredibly hard lately drilling anchor bolt joints at the bottom of the pit! I'm drilling eighty holes a day, even more efficient than a tunnel boring machine! Even Engineer Zhao praised me as a born drilling genius!"

Sand Rat rubbed his hands together, turned around from the passenger seat, and grinned broadly.

That expression was as obsequious as could be.

"Look... with my performance, could you put in a good word for me with Director Wang?"

"That quota for converting outsourced workers to permanent employees... and that Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds..."

Sing Sing leaned back in his chair, expressionless. "As for getting a permanent position, the organization looks at performance. Don't get emotional, trust the organization, understand?"

"Understood, understood! I was born a rat of the 749 Bureau, and I will die a dead rat of the 749 Bureau!" The Sand Rat nodded repeatedly, wishing he could rip his heart out.

The toad man held the steering wheel and smiled innocently.

"Director Zhou, we heard you were coming today, so the cafeteria specially slaughtered a free-range chicken and made sour fish soup to treat you."

Sing Sing felt a sense of relief as he listened.

Have a look!

This is the true great achievement of socialist transformation!

A few hours later, at the construction site canteen.

Under the red plastic canopy, a table of specialty sour fish soup and poached chicken is steaming hot.

Sing Sing had just picked up his chopsticks, ready to dig in.

Suddenly, the Sand Rat presented a treasure, pulling out an earthenware wine jar with a whooshing sound.

The jar, sealed with mud, still had a faded red cloth strip tied to it.

"Brother Zhou!"

The Sand Rat obsequiously uncorked the red cloth. "This is 45-proof corn liquor that I got from the village chief! Pure grain brewing!"

He raised a large earthen bowl, his face beaming with excitement. "Today we brothers are reunited, we must drink until we're completely drunk! Let's drink it all up!"

Again?!

Harry, the water ghost from Henan, has an alcohol immunity; Martha, from the Peking University, has a tonic soup made with Cistanche deserticola and Ussuri tea...

Those painful memories flashed wildly through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Sing Sing sprang into action as if by reflex, his feet touching the ground, and he used a sliding step to jump more than three meters away.

"Are you plotting to murder a high-ranking official of the imperial court?!"

"I'm telling you! I'd rather die of thirst today! I'd rather jump off this sinkhole than drink a single drop of alcohol!"

Take it away! Take it away right now!

These Mutants, instead of learning anything good, have become so adept at drinking culture!

Anyone who dares to urge me to drink today, I'll take Pig Butchering Knife and shave their head!

The Sand Rat trembled all over.

It's over!

The flattery backfired spectacularly!

"Yes... yes! I'll take it right away!"

The Sand Rat, clutching the jar of corn liquor, took three steps back, bumping its lower back against the edge of the table and nearly knocking over the sour fish soup bowl.

"Brother Zhou! Director Zhou! I was wrong!"

"My brain's filled with muddy soup! I'll get it out of here right now! Ten feet away from you!"

Sing Sing pointed at the wine jar, his face ashen.

"Where to send it? Put it in the warehouse, seal it up. Label it: 'Ling Ling Qi Allergen, near it will render the vehicle unusable.'"

The Sand Rat nodded repeatedly, then turned and ran out the door, clutching the wine jar.

The Toad sat at the table, holding chopsticks, and picked up a piece of sour fish soup and put it into Sing Sing's bowl.

"Director Zhou, don't be upset. Lao Mi just wants to perform well; he's afraid of failing his promotion assessment."

Sing Sing glanced down at the fish.

The broth was piping hot, and the fish glistened with oil.

He picked it up and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Being well-behaved is fine, but to go so far as to flatter with such excessive force is like using alcohol; this is a dangerous chemical and must be strictly controlled."

Lao Li, carrying his rice bowl, came over and called to the Toad, "Master Mo, could you check out the section with the overhead netting tomorrow? The number two suspended basket is swaying terribly."

Another young worker held up the safety rope buckle. "Brother Mo, can you take a look at this buckle for me? Is it okay?"

The Toad put down his chopsticks and looked over. "The buckle is facing outwards, buckle it again."

"Taking shortcuts at high places is like falling in love with the Yama; if you succeed, the whole village will feast on you."

The young worker shrank back and said, "Okay, okay, I'll fix it right away."

Lao Li slammed his hand on the table. "Did you hear what Master Mo said? It's more effective than the safety officer's lectures!"

Sing Sing spat out a fishbone and checked the box next to "Group Integration" on the follow-up form.

A short while later, the Sand Rat ran in, sweating profusely, carrying two enormous chicken legs wrapped in oil paper like precious treasures.

"Director Zhou, have a chicken leg! This chicken is free-range, the meat is firm, and every bite brings you the warmth of the organization!"

Sing Sing took the teacup. "Have you been slacking off lately?"

"Heaven and earth bear witness!" the Sand Rat cried out anxiously.

"I drill into the anchor bolt gaps every day until my fingers go numb, and even my chopsticks tremble when I pick up pickled radishes! What I'm drilling into now isn't just rocks, it's my future! It's the broad road to a life of Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds!"

The Toad, standing nearby, chuckled and added, "He's been very diligent lately. Yesterday, he even stayed behind to help Group Three fix two rows of eyes."

Having received Master Mo's approval, the Sand Rat puffed out its chest and proudly raised its chin.

"Master Mo can attest to this! I'm very progressive in my thinking!"