Republic of China

Chapter 86
On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, it was covered with snow.

The number of pedestrians on the streets and alleys has not decreased, and red lanterns are hung in front of the shops. There are enthusiastic shouts of hawkers and children playing everywhere.

Although the world is difficult, there has been no war outside the Pass for many years. Even if the battle in western Liaoning still has no winner, life must go on as usual, right?
Compared with the dire straits inside the Guan, where the superiors from all over the Guan have a revolving door and you sing and I appear, the life outside the Guan is much better, but there are more old men and more little devils.

The business of the sandwich tea house is getting more and more prosperous, and there is an endless stream of customers.

But what is puzzling is that the three bosses all have injuries to varying degrees. Liu Mangfan is in better condition, Kang Muang has his arms tied with bandages hanging around his neck, and Zhao Sanyuan is even worse. He has to use crutches to walk, and his face is pale. It was so pale that it attracted ridicule from many tea drinkers.

"Huh? Sanyuan, what happened to you? Remember when the tea house first opened, you were so virtuous, right? Were you chased away by a wolf dog?"

"That's nonsense. Who among you doesn't know Brother Zhao's temper? No wild dog dares to provoke him. If you ask me, I have a concubine. I didn't step on the wall properly in the middle of the night. Hahahaha——"

"Oh, by the way, have you heard about what happened in the neighboring village two nights ago? Fu Dachang seems to have been taken over by some fierce man. Yizhuang in Beitou was also burned to the ground. Who did it?"

"Perhaps they are some kind of gangsters. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, they all want to do something big. Plus, with the recent civil strife in our Fengjun army, they are still so fucking angry?"

"Speaking of whether our commander-in-chief and the young commander-in-chief can hold Guo Songling off? I heard that behind Guo Songling, there are not only those gangsters in the country who are watching the excitement but not afraid of trouble, but also the old men from the north."

"It's not just Lao Maozi? I have a relative from Wafangdian who came to our house to celebrate the New Year this year. He said that the Japs' Manchurian Railway Guard Army has begun to move, and maybe even the Kwantung Army will move."

A bunch of idle guests made fun of Zhao Sanyuan first, and there was definitely no malicious intent. This is the problem with Northeastern people. They like to chatter after they feel they get to know each other well, and they don't treat him like an outsider.

Afterwards, the conversation came to the topic of the war in Feng Province, and each expressed his or her own opinion.

Discussing state affairs?

Not really.

Since ancient times, the people at the lowest level have actually been the most concerned about national affairs. They are the prophets of the spring river. Without huge wealth and high positions, they can only drift with the tide. Therefore, they look forward to the stability of the political power and the peace of the country and the people more than anyone else.

I don't dare to forget about my country despite my humble position.

Zhao Sanyuan had long been accustomed to this. He slumped down at the counter and waved his hands in disgust, "Who is that? Add a few fruits and melon seeds to each table to gag their mouths. They will know it all day long."

And his mind was filled with thoughts about last night's conversation.

It stands to reason that Chang Xingzi's death or even the theft of his body should have nothing to do with Da Chongjiu. Why did Gao Shou risk going to Lushun?
Responsibility?
Damn it, there is no profit and no early start these days, not to mention that Dachongjiu is extremely short of manpower, so last night Zhao Sanyuan asked Uncle Guan why the loss of Chang Xingzi's body would affect so many people.

The answer is simple.

Feijian!

"Huh? Three yuan is fine. I'm usually stingy on weekdays. What happened today? Did you make a fortune?"

"I'm sure I'll make a fortune. Didn't you see that this teahouse business is getting more and more popular? It's time for bloodletting. Don't just wear fruits, don't use Dongting Biluochun to moisten your throat~"

At this time, there was a sound of playing and singing from far away.

Outside the store, Buddha Dingzhu led a professional team happily swaggering through the market. Behind him, there were two elder brothers holding a gold plaque hanging with red silk.

The book "Long Feifeng" has four big characters permed on it.

Goodness lasts forever!

Seeing the live District Chief Wang appear in the downtown area, the people hurriedly jumped to watch, as if they were watching monkeys.

After all, this is the most top-level official that ordinary people can come into contact with. Being lucky enough to see a real person will be enough to boast for half a year.

"Brother, let me wish you a happy birthday first." Buddha Dingzhu crossed the threshold and laughed, clasping his fists in apology, and then motioned to his followers to find the most conspicuous place to hang the gold plaque.

The daughter-in-law, Queen Sledgehammer, went directly to the counter without any courtesy, took out the melon seeds from the small box at Zhao Sanyuan's feet and started to eat them, skillfully letting people slap her on the thigh.

Seeing that the guests were getting up and running out, Zhao Sanyuan quickly patted the counter and glared angrily, "Whoever dares to run away from the order, don't blame me for letting the dog go! Old Liu Laokang hurry up and hold the door!" Then he looked at Buddha Dingzhu with a look on his face. Helpless, "My District Chief Wang, the matter is over and the money has been settled, so what are you doing?"

Buddha Dingzhu first clasped his fists around, indicating to the guests that they could do whatever they wanted without being restrained, and then leaned against the counter with a smile on his face, fearing that the great benefactor in front of him would misunderstand and get angry.

"The matter is over, but how can you repay your kindness to my Wang family with mere worldly goods and money?"

However, Wang Dachui at the counter had a look of disdain on his face, "Uncle Sanyuan, don't listen to my dad's nonsense. After paying five thousand yuan, it's really hard to get him angry. I heard Uncle Xu said that he couldn't pull out the pancake for several days, so he had to endure it." It took me two days to come up with this idea. I can’t pay for it, but I can give it a name.”

Buddha Dingzhu was greatly embarrassed when his old story was exposed.

As mentioned, after spending [-] yuan, the family did not have much food left.

"Eat your melon seeds." Zhao Sanyuan patted Wang Dachui on the back of the head, "Have you been burning paper money for your mother in the past two days?"

Wang Dachui covered his head and chuckled: "Burn it, burn it. I'm learning to tie it with paper recently. Next time I will burn the paper cheongsam I made for my mother. She will definitely like it."

For some reason, Zhao Sanyuan's nose felt slightly sore, and there were certain things he was destined to not be able to explain to the people of the Old Wang family.

Burn it, it will relieve your anxiety.

At least there are still people in the world who remember this ordinary yet great mother, with traces of her coming to this world.

Zhao Sanyuan patted his cheek and looked at Buddha Dingzhu, "Actually, it's not necessary. I don't care whether the teahouse business is good or bad. I mainly want to build this place to have roots and a place to go."

But Fo Dingzhu shook his head, "In addition to thanking you for helping me, I also want to thank you for destroying Fu Dachang. Afterwards, I found out that Huang Aimin used dead bodies to secretly transport smoke. It was so fucking crazy. You know, some things are based on my You can’t make your identity too clear. This time you took over the opium shop and destroyed the opium, which is worthy of benefiting one party."

Zhao Sanyuan couldn't help but feel ashamed when he mentioned this.

What a waste.

If Shangguan Baitu had not come to finish the work and destroyed the smoke and soil with professional techniques, the result would have been completely opposite to the benefiting party.

Speaking of Shangguan White Rabbit, I don’t know where this little girl has gone. She hasn’t been seen for several days.

Buddha Dingzhu sighed: "The world is getting more and more difficult. In the past, I didn't believe in the rumors of ghosts and gods and just kept a distance. But through this incident, I completely understand that if you want to keep a place safe, in addition to the security team, you need to have people like It’s important for an expert like you to hold a gun in one hand and burn incense in the other, so that our neighbors in District [-] can live a secure life.”

Rough words are not rough.

Just like Dachongjiu, Mr. Sun must have understood the importance of certain areas when he allocated his limited energy to secretly create this department.

It's a pity that in the past ten or twenty years, Yanhuang has still been fragmented, and there has been no sign of integration.

Zhang Dashuai is considered to be the best in recent years, but he was stabbed in the back by Guo Songling. Even if Zhang Dashuai wins this battle, most of the Fengjun elite will be internally destroyed. The world is indeed getting worse and worse. Who knows how many more will happen in the future? What a moth, maybe one day a little devil or an old man will come and kick down the door and cause trouble in Guandong.

"By the way, District Chief Wang, do you have any channels to help me get something?" Zhao Sanyuan suddenly remembered something.

"Brother Sanyuan, feel free to ask for it. As long as I can do it, I will sell it for you." Buddha Dingzhu slapped his chest loudly.

Zhao Sanyuan gestured with his hands as he spoke, "Actually, I can't tell you exactly. Please help me figure out if there is such a thing, even if it's about a small amount, it should be big or ruthless."

"Hmmm. Huh?"

The more Buddha Dingzhu heard, the more surprised he became, "If you say it's simple, I can get a lot of it, but what you are talking about is probably very difficult. Even I have never seen it. In this way, I will visit the military and embassies of various countries." If there are channels, we can do it!”

While the two of them were whispering, the golden plaque had already been hung up.

The four characters "goodness lasts forever" shine brightly.

　The Fu Dachang incident is officially over, and the second volume is about to enter its final climax. Nothing else, just get ready to start the group!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)