Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 1109 I need to find Fatty Qi

After these events over the past few days, the teahouses in Beiping are bustling with activity!

Wen San'er got up early this morning to pull the cart and did two big jobs. Despite the cold weather, he was covered in sweat.

At this time, you can't wander around outside. If you catch a cold from the wind, you'll have to stay in bed for days.

He strolled over to a teahouse of moderate size, parked his car at the entrance, and, using the same spiel he knew by heart, instructed the waiter: "Hey, see this car? It's from the Lin family! You'd better keep a close eye on it. If it gets stolen in front of your teahouse, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourselves!"

The waiter looked at the man and then at the car, seemingly puzzled but impressed. He quickly bowed and kowtowed, saying, "Sir, don't worry, I won't let it get lost even if I lose it myself. Please come in, please come in!"

Wen San'er glanced around the hall. There were seven or eight square tables in the middle and private seats in the back corridor. He liked lively atmospheres and didn't like private seats. Everyone was here to drink tea, and sitting alone was just a waste of money and suffering!

I found a table, and there were already two men in shorts drinking tea at the table.

Wen San'er liked to share a table with people of average or below-average status. If he sat with those wearing fur coats, it wouldn't be easy for him to brag.

Glancing at the table, where both men were drinking large bowls of tea, Wen San'er smiled slightly. "Bring me a pot of Longjing tea, with a packet of granulated sugar! Oh, no, honey!"

The rickshaw puller, sweating profusely, wanted tea with added sugar. An ordinary rickshaw puller would just add a spoonful of sugar to Gao Mo'er's tea. But Wen San'er, now a show-off, would add a spoonful of sugar or honey to his cheapest Longjing tea, which was only a dime more expensive than Gao Mo'er's. But for just two dime, he could feel quite prestigious. This behavior was like a woman with a meager monthly salary who, after shopping at Sam's Club and eating omakase a few times, suddenly felt her worth had increased and could look down on ordinary men.

After ordering the tea, Wen San'er felt much more superior and at ease when facing the two people at the table. He even greeted them with a smile, "Hey, guys, having some tea?"

The two were quite polite, saying, "We're drinking, brother, you're very generous!"

Wen San'er smiled slightly, "It's just a small amount of money, a small amount of money."

Just then, an old man at the next table shouted, "Hey, folks, have you heard? Last night, quite a few more people were arrested! What exactly happened?"

Someone chimed in, "What's going on? Humph! These people deserve to be arrested! Haven't you heard the talk on the streets these past few days? They're saying that Master Lin is going to fall from grace, that the Japanese are going to arrest him, and some are even saying that the Japanese are going to take him to Japan to be executed!"

"So, all these people who were arrested were spreading rumors?"

"They're not just spreading rumors! I heard that an official from the governing committee is even trying to force Master Lin's men to step down! Some of them have even disrespected Master Lin and written a petition to impeach him!"

"Flicking Master Lin? How do you flick Master Lin's forehead?"

"It's impeachment! It's filing a complaint!"

The waiter ran over with a tea tray, "Sir! Your honey Longjing tea is here, and here's a small dish of sunflower seeds as well. Thank you for your patronage!"

Wen San'er waved his hand to indicate his thanks, then turned around and said mysteriously, "Hey everyone, if you want to know what's going on here, just ask me!"

The old man next to him looked him up and down a few times, then cupped his hands and said, "Sir, you are...?"

"Oh, my surname is Wen, you can just call me Master Wen. I pull a carriage for the Lin family!"

These words were like a bomb dropped in the teahouse!

Everyone was skeptical, but then the young waiter offered his help, "This Master Wen's carriage is parked outside, and it's really beautiful! The carriage is gleaming, the bow is long and flexible, and it even has two carbide lamps hanging on it! I checked the stamp on the license plate, and it is indeed a carriage from the Lin family!"

"Ouch!"

Everyone was immediately filled with awe!

Wen San'er was almost in tears. Ah, so satisfying! So satisfying!

The old man bowed again, "So it's Master Wen in person! My apologies for not recognizing you. Master Wen, please open our eyes and tell us about what happened here!"

Wen San'er's eyes darted around. He had been to the Lin residence and even stayed there, but he couldn't tell outsiders what he had seen and heard there. What if someone with ulterior motives overheard it?

Fortunately, bragging is his forte. If he can't go into details, he'll just start bragging in a vague and ambiguous way!

"To tell you about my relationship with Master Lin, it's a long story, like a child without a mother!"

A young man nearby said anxiously, "Then please get to the point!"

Wen San'er glared at him, and the old man immediately scolded, "Don't talk, listen to Master Wen! I'll pay for Master Wen's tea. Waiter, bring four more plates of snacks. Let Master Wen have something to eat when he gets tired of talking!"

"That all started in one winter..."

So, Wen San'er adopted the manner of a storyteller and recounted how he met Master Lin, how the two got along, how good Master Lin and Director Niu were to him, and how he pulled Master Lin's rickshaw. He told the story in a rambling, half-truthful way, which captivated the audience.

If Wen San'er says it this way, then he is the chosen one, as if he has been given a lucky boost, which makes everyone extremely envious!

Halfway through his speech, he pulled everyone to the door to see his rickshaw. When people saw it, they were drooling. What a nice rickshaw!

This is like a struggling ride-hailing driver who is constantly struggling to make ends meet, and suddenly encounters a big shot who not only gives him a luxury car but also gains him a valuable connection.

This is a plot I could never even dream of!

One impatient man urged, "Master Wen, you've said so much, but you still haven't explained what's going on with the arrests these past two days!"

Believe it or not, Wen San'er actually knew about this. Not only did he know, he was also a participant!

Wen San'er smiled mysteriously and took a sip of tea. "This story begins on a dark and windy New Year's Eve. That day, I went to Fatty Qi's restaurant for a meal. I ordered four dishes and a pot of wine. Before the wine was even warm, two people came in. They looked like the guys who used to wear long braids and magnolia flowers in their hair!"

"Oh my, a long braid with a magnolia flower in it, does that make someone a hoodlum?"

"They're big thugs! I heard them say they used to be sent to work in the coal mines. I don't know if they were released or if they ran away, but anyway, these two are plotting something: to storm the Lin residence on New Year's Day!"

"These thugs have been thoroughly dealt with by Master Lin, and they still have the nerve to act like this?"

"Hey, they wouldn't dare, but those little Japanese ronin would!"

At this point, Wen San'er suddenly paused.

Finally, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Damn it! I ordered a plate of braised beef that day, and I didn't eat a single bite! No way, I have to find Fatty Qi!"

The old man looked on and thought, "We're at a crucial point, why are you leaving?"

"Master Wen! Master Wen? I'm telling you, at least finish what you have to say before you leave!"