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

Chapter 950 Brothers Reunion 2 Meat Shop

After finally arriving in Peking, Lin Ze called Zhuzi from Tianjin. That night, Lin Ze, Wang Xiaoshou, Xie Quan, Zhuzi and Niu Saner had dinner at the Erhunpu restaurant on the street behind the patrol station at Dongbianmen.

Nowadays, Erhunpu has been upgraded and is now a medium-sized restaurant. People in the patrol system like to eat here because the fat boss and chef guarantees that his special dishes have all been tasted by Master Lin himself.

The people from the Peking Coordination Bureau had already gone there to clear the way. They paid the bills for all the guests who had already gone to eat, and then gave each table a few dollars in compensation. The uneaten dishes were also packed up and taken away.

Every guest was very accommodating.

Several of the biggest leaders of the Peking Coordination Bureau came to stand guard, and none of them were unreasonable.

Then several people went to the kitchen to deliver ingredients, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. If time permitted, they would have liked to build a new stove.

The fat boss was shaking with excitement.

He had experienced this kind of scene before and knew that encountering such a scene only meant one thing, that is, Master Lin was coming!

Sure enough, when the lights came on, Lin Ze and his group arrived at the hotel.

He even shook hands with the fat boss and said, "Very good, boss. Your physique is unique in this area. Not only have you not lost weight in the past two years, you have gained a lot of weight."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Thinking that he would have to wash his hands before cooking, the fat boss felt very sorry. If only Mr. Lin could shake hands with him one more time before leaving, then he wouldn't wash his hands this month!

The wine is Erguotou, and the dishes are main dishes such as pork elbow, braised pork, and braised pig's trotters.

Zhuzi enjoyed the meal very much.

He was less talkative than before, but Wang Xiaoshou and Xie Quan could see something different in him.

Zhuzi is deeply trusted by Mr. Lin, and I'm afraid he has a more difficult task on his shoulders.

Wang Xiaoshou suddenly felt deeply moved. He became the captain of the detective team, which was something he could never have imagined in his dreams. Xie Quan was even more awesome. He was now the chief of staff of the security forces. More than 100,000 security forces had to listen to his orders. Although he didn't know what Zhuzi was doing, it was certain that he was being valued, otherwise Master Lin would not have specially sent him to Tianjin.

Not to mention Niu Saner, the famous Director Niu, who has connections everywhere.

In just four years, this small group has been able to reach such a height, all thanks to Master Lin's support!

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoshou raised his glass and said, "It's almost New Year's Day, let's toast to Master Lin together!"

"Cheers to Master Lin!"

The meal lasted until midnight. Niu Saner didn't drink any wine, Zhuzi drank a lot but was not drunk at all, Wang Xiaoshou and Xie Quan were completely drunk, and Lin Ze was also a little tipsy.

When he returned to the Lin Mansion in the evening, he asked the maid to help him wash up, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

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After the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the streets became noticeably busier.

In fact, life this year is more difficult than in previous years. The Japanese are facing a logistics shortage and have fought two major battles in a row. What's more, the harvest this year is average. Many people have left their homes to flee. The human traffickers in the southern suburbs of Peking are quite active, specifically picking beautiful girls from the refugees.

Everyone knows where these traffickers send the girls after selling them, but there's nothing they can do about it.

If I sell myself, I can get three or five dollars and have a place to eat.

Otherwise, I would really starve to death!

At the beginning of winter, the North China Development Corporation set up a porridge factory outside the city and distributed porridge under the banner of "promoting common prosperity in East Asia and expressing gratitude to the Japanese Emperor."

This is the case on the surface, but in fact, some people privately said that this was decided by Mr. Lin against all odds, and the reason why he used this banner was because he was afraid that the Japanese would not allow it.

This porridge factory has saved countless lives so far, and some local people have even set up a longevity tablet for Lin Ze. After Lin Ze found out, he asked the Auxiliary Management Bureau to conduct a strict investigation and never allow such a situation to happen again.

Wen Saner has been having a bad time recently.

He caught a cold in the first two months and had to stay in bed for half a month before he could get out of bed. He borrowed high-interest loans from the car factory for this and still owes several dollars, and the money is getting more and more.

The world is in a bad state, and more and more people are pulling rickshaws. Wen Saner wanders around the city. He used to earn thirty or fifty cents a day, which was enough to feed himself. But now, not only can he not eat enough, but after paying for the rickshaws, he even owes money to the rickshaw factory!

"Fuck, this damn car factory owner, he spends all day fighting dogs and cockfighting, raising katydids, and even got a few birds, taking care of them like they were his grandfather. Hey! This useless beast deserves to be with the beasts!"

He went out for a stroll early this morning and hadn't loaded any goods yet. He was walking out of the city with his head down, thinking of going to the porridge factory to have a bowl of porridge.

In the past, he would not have been willing to do this; it was too degrading!

What would he become if he went to compete with the disaster victims for food!

But now I have no food in my stomach and I feel cold, so I can’t care about so many things anymore!

As he was walking, someone suddenly called him, "Wen Saner? Is that Wen Saner?"

Wen San looked up and saw that he was indeed passing by the silk shop. Manager Duan was calling him from afar.

He quickly turned the handlebars around, parked the bike at the door, and swiftly and playfully made a thousand gestures. "Boss Duan, you're in luck! What can I do for you?"

Shopkeeper Duan looked much thinner, his face a bit sallow, and he coughed twice, "Wen San'er, where are you going with this empty cart?"

Wen San'er wanted to go out of town to drink porridge, but he felt embarrassed. "Manager Duan, someone else has booked my car and is about to go there."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Duan said, "Then I won't keep you any longer. Business is very busy this year, and I was thinking of using your cart to transport some cloth between the shops..."

Wen Saner immediately took over the conversation: "Busy? I came out for my friends! To be honest, I'm working for a friend this time. He can wait, but your business can't wait. I'll keep busy for you first!"

"Is this convenient?"

"Convenient! Convenient!"

Wen Saner was busy here for Manager Duan for the whole morning.

In fact, it was not a very important job. For example, if a shop in the inner city was short of silk or cloth of a certain color, Wen Saner would take it from the warehouse and send it over. If a shop in the outer city was short of any goods, they would transfer them from other shops and ask Wen Saner to bring them over.

This job was easy and he could sit in the shop, warm himself by the fire, drink tea and rest when he had nothing to do. It was so wonderful. At noon, Wen Saner had a meal in the shop. It was steamed buns made of mixed flour. Wen Saner ate eight of them and had half a bowl of pickles!

When it was time to go back, Manager Duan gave him five dollars.

Wen San'er refused to take it this time. "Boss, I ate your meal, sat by the fire, and drank tea. I didn't do more than two rounds of work. You're taking so much money. It's like a slap in my face. Boss, even if you treated me to a meal today, forget about the wages. We're still friends!"

Shopkeeper Duan took the money and said with a smile, "Wen San'er, you are a man of honor. Here, I have some hard-to-sell cloth. Take it back and make two sets of clothes."

Wen Saner muttered to himself, this cloth is not good for eating or drinking, and there is no woman in my family, so who will make clothes for me?

He simply moved the servant onto the two pieces of cloth on the carriage seat and took them to a pawnshop.

The old clerk of the pawnshop was a discerning man. He knew at a glance that this was the high-quality foreign cloth from Xinhuisheng Silk Shop.

In a neutral tone, he asked, "Where did it come from?"