I thought to myself: Whose child can I coax to breastfeed?
This is because I am a regiment-level cadre, so I am so idle that my butt hurts and I want to drink tea with you, a bad old man.
There must be something fishy here, and I don’t know what the purpose of coming to me is.
Don’t plan on inciting me to rebel and become a lackey of the American emperor.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to test, Qin Siyan walked out from behind the bookcase holding a stack of tomes.
He said to Mr.
Xue: "The relevant information is all here, but if they want to find out the clues, I'm afraid it will take some time."
Colonel Smith seemed to be unable to understand Chinese, so Mr.
Xue took the scroll and read Si Yan's words.
Translated once.
The colonel smiled generously and quickly said it was okay.
It means that there are not many others in their army, only people are left.
I was confused by them.
I didn’t know what everyone was doing here.
Fortunately, Four Eyes was more interesting.
He took out two books from the information and asked me to figure it out for myself.
I came over and took a look, and it was full of small seal scripts.
I said you are trying to squeeze me sincerely.
Who can understand something like a ghost painting?
Colonel Smith seemed to notice that I was not happy, so he made a gesture of invitation to Mr.
Xue.
The old man poured me a cup of tea: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, the colonel is here to borrow two books and meet you by the way."
I said, Second Master, don't be so secretive.
You are waiting outside for the banquet to start.
If you don't tell me, I will leave.
Old Man Xue took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "What am I talking about?
There is no need to beat around the bush when talking to Old Hu.
The thing is, the colonel has a military project involving deep-sea operations.
He heard that the shopkeeper If you have experience in pearl fishing in the South China Sea, I would like to ask if you are interested in joining.”
Of course, it's polite to say pearl fishing.
Lin Fang has known us for so long, how could he not know my old profession?
Now I know old man Xue's wishful thinking.
On the one hand, he doesn't want to be a lobbyist for foreigners, fearing that I will hinder him.
Face does things against his own preferences; on the other hand, he is unwilling to easily offend important members of the military.
To put it bluntly, I just want to have both ends covered.
But this time he was really over-concerned.
I never do things based on face, only on conscience.
Moreover, the matter between the mysterious old man and the bamboo pole is not clear yet, so I have no mood to care about the Americans' undersea plans.
Four Eyes conveyed my meaning to Colonel Smith tactfully.
The colonel did not show the slightest disappointment, as if he had expected my rejection in advance.
It seemed that Lin Fang had given him vaccinations.
The colonel took the information and left Yiyuanzhai with Lin Fang.
When Mr.
Xue saw them leaving, he stood up and clasped his fists at me: "Shopkeeper, Mr.
Xue relied on his old age to show off his old age today, and it's worth tens of millions of dollars."
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I said it's obvious that you, Mr.
Yiyuanzhai, are the life-long efforts of you and Mr.
Sang. , I, the shopkeeper, just make it a showpiece for outsiders to see.
The business here in the United States relies more on your thoroughness, and you are more experienced in dealing with them than I am.
Old Man Xue was so happy that I coaxed him to smile.
I asked the American guy with four eyes what project he was working on, and he actually asked for materials from Yiyuan Zhaitai.
I also wanted to find Captain Mo Jin to help out.
"What he wanted were mostly historical materials from the Qin Dynasty and ancient maritime anecdotes.
We are lacking a lot of the things he mentioned, and he didn't leave out any more detailed information.
I don't think he was in a hurry.
I guess I have a lot of support on hand, and I just wanted to provide some extra help.”
Second Master Xue called his servants to come in and clean up the tea room, and then told Si Yan and me: "This matter is over now, don't make any noise.
The feast is still going on, it's important for us to entertain the guests, especially you, the shopkeeper," the old man said After a pause, his tendency to shed tears came back again, "You are going back tomorrow, I can't bear to leave you, good boy."
I hurriedly helped him, fearing that there would be another farewell party filled with memories of bitterness and sweetness.
The three of them left the study, and as soon as they arrived at the gate, the concierge, Uncle Zhang, suddenly jumped out.
He held a wrinkled registered letter in his hand and said to me: "This just arrived this morning.
It's from the shopkeeper."
As soon as I looked at the dozen postmarks on it, I knew that this letter had been delayed on the road for some time.
Looking at the sender again, it turned out to be Da Jinya who was far away in Nanjing.
Mr.
Xue heard that I mentioned this little bastard in Beijing, so he asked if there was anything important in Nanjing.
I divided the envelope by three and five, and opened the envelope, shaking out a piece of light paper with two large characters like caterpillars twisting on it: Do not return.
"Why is there something wrong in the main store?"
Mr.
Xue saw me in a daze and came over to take a look.
I showed the letter paper to him and Si Yan, looked at it, and said, "Although Da Jinya usually likes to talk a lot, he doesn't dare to make jokes like this for me.
I'm afraid the head office is really in trouble." ” Although I said this, I couldn't figure it out in my heart.
Logically speaking, Yiyuanzhai is a big place, and it can be regarded as a well-known brand in Jinling City.
Da Jinya is a tactful and sophisticated person.
Which hornet's nest did he poke into before he sent out a cross-border email as if he was running for his life?
In an instant, I made up my mind.
I asked Mr.
Xue and Si Yan to take care of the guests.
Then I asked the concierge, Mr.
Zhang, to help me make a long-distance call across the ocean.
In those days, telephones were not yet popular in China.
Naturally, my call was not to the Confucius Temple, but to Secretary Sun of the Qinhuai Landscape Office to get some information.
Secretary Sun is a descendant of Sang Yuji's old ministry.
His ancestors were engaged in red and green business, and he personally approved the land occupied by Yiyuan Zhai.
Therefore, the relationship between this person and Yiyuanzhai can be said to be close but not distant.
I calculated the time difference and estimated that the Nanjing side was still at work.
The operator changed the dial several times and finally got through to Secretary Sun's office.
Because I didn’t know how big the mistake was at Golden Tooth, I said on the phone that my surname was Sang, and that I was a distant relative of the Sun family in the United States.
Secretary Sun's voice suddenly changed.
He coughed a few times, and then said: "Little brother, we were looking around for your whereabouts, but you came to the door yourself.
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The motherland has changed a lot in recent years.
I heard that the Sang family If you do big business in the United States, you probably won’t have the leisure time to come back.
But it’s not a bad idea to stay there and develop.
You don’t have to worry about us here.
You can live a good life in the United States and see you again in the future.”
After that, we talked nonsense for a while before hanging up the long distance call.
Secretary Sun made it clear on the phone that she told me not to return to China for the time being, which was exactly the same as the letter from Da Jinya.
While I was thinking about countermeasures, Fatty and Shiry Yang withdrew from the banquet early.
As soon as the fat man entered my room, he took out a lion's head wrapped in sesame oil paper from his arms and handed it to me.
Shiry Yang asked me if I had any clues about Nanjing.
I said it looked very difficult and there was no news for the time being.
The two of them took Da Jinya's letter and looked at it for a few times.
Fatty said: "How about we go to Nanjing first and figure things out first?"
I asked Shiry what Yang meant.
She clutched the letter, thought for a moment, and said: "I don't agree with going to Nanjing.
Since Secretary Sun politely advised us, it shows that the development of the situation has greatly exceeded our expectations.
It would be unreasonable to go back rashly."
"You women are full of dirty tricks," the fat man argued with her, slapping the table, "We don't even know what we are hiding from, so what the hell are we hiding from?
Old Hu, you say it yourself, we brothers Have you ever done anything cruel to your conscience?
Just hide from your motherfucker."
"Actually, we have done a lot of things like this with bears."
I was afraid that they would start arguing, so I had to act as a mediator.
"It's just that the situation with Big Gold Tooth happened too suddenly.
If it happened like this properly, it would be replaced by No one is sure.
I understand Staff Officer Yang’s concerns, but Brother Jin Ya must not go back to Nanjing alone, but we will enter the village quietly without shooting.
We will take countermeasures in the spirit of democracy after we find out what happened.
Fair voting principle, let’s vote by show of hands.”
"Hu Bayi, you are trying to be a jerk," Shirey Yang glared at me, "There are only three of us, what's the point?"
The fat man raised his hands high: "If you don't vote, it will count as your abstention.
Then don't rely on us Chinese people for not practicing democracy."
Seeing that she couldn't defeat the two of us, she had no choice but to back down and agree to make Nanjing her first stop after returning to China.
However, she made a three-part agreement with us in advance, asking us to swear in front of Chairman Mao's portrait that we would obey orders in all our actions and never act recklessly.
I agreed wholeheartedly, thinking that Nanjing was still half of my territory, and it would not be too late to seize power when we got there
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