When Lao Ma left Mr. Fu's room, his legs were weak.
He almost rolled and rushed into the door of his house, and a woman's curse came from inside.
"Team leader, are you letting me go now?" a team member asked.
Song Fuguo did not answer immediately. About a few minutes later, Big Eyes quietly came back from the corner outside Lao Ma's house. He shook his head to express that he had not heard any suspicious conversation.
"Arrange two strangers to keep an eye on him." Song Fuguo said in a deep voice.
In the room opposite, Kang Erniu looked out from the crack in the door. After the messy footsteps disappeared, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
"Change the place! Damn you!" Kang Erniu cursed in a low voice.
I can't stay in this place. During the day, the police station came to arrest people, and they were probably my comrades. At night, another group of people came, and they looked like spies. They kept going back and forth, but no one was arrested. Sooner or later, the arrest will be frightening.
If this group of people had knocked on the door just now, Kang Erniu would have already planned to lead his comrades to fight against them.
"Lao Kang, we have no money to rent a new house." A middle-aged man sighed and said.
There was silence in the room.
After last year's big raid, everyone hid in Tibet and changed several jobs. The money they earned had to be used not only to fund activities but also to support their families. Everyone's pockets were cleaner than their faces.
Kang Erniu pondered for a while and gritted his teeth, "I do know a place to go, but I don't know if it's safe now."
…
Yingbin building.
It's a restaurant and a theater.
Drinking in the hall, singing on the stage, drinking and listening to the opera at the same time. Jin Kemu is a theater fan, so he would choose this place most of the time. .
When Cheng Qianfan arrived, all the patrol officers had already eaten and drank.
"Xiao Cheng, Jin Tou is the host, why are you here so late? You have to drink as a penalty."
"Xiao Cheng, are you obsessed with some pretty girl?"
The crowd burst into laughter.
"There's a seat reserved here." He Guan greeted.
Cheng Qianfan thanked him, then hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Jin Kemu, and said with a wry smile, "I went to the teacher's house for something after I got off duty. My wife wanted to leave some food, so I was delayed for a while."
As he spoke, he put the foreign wine on the table and said, "Teacher has important matters to deal with and cannot come. I have been specially ordered to bring a bottle of good wine and a gold head."
"Oh?" Jin Kemu raised his eyebrows, glanced at Cheng Qianfan, and said happily to everyone, "The wine in Xiu Translator's house must be the best. Thank Xiu Translator for me."
When everyone heard this, they all agreed in unison, almost praising the bottle of wine as a fine nectar.
"Come on, come on, open it." Jin Kemu said with a smile, "This foreign wine is good."
Cheng Qianfan poured wine for Jin Kemu and his master Ma Yishou, then handed the bottle to He Guan and motioned for him to pour wine for everyone.
"You kid, you're used to bossing me around." He Guan muttered.
"What are you mumbling about when I asked you to pour wine?" Jin Kemu scolded with a smile.
Seeing He Guan taking the bottle and pouring the wine four times with a smile, everyone laughed and looked at Cheng Qianfan with more intriguing eyes.
"Golden head, Qianfan borrows flowers to offer to Buddha, I wish you all your wishes and good luck."
"Haha, you kid, okay, I'll drink this glass of wine." Jin Kemu said happily, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Okay, sit down, since this is a private banquet, don't take a sip. Gold-headed man, you and He Guan are good friends, if you don’t mind, just call him Uncle Jin.”
Cheng Qianfan had been wishing for this for a long time, and he changed his name with joy.
Everyone looked at each other and laughed and shouted that it would take a few more drinks.
Since Jin Kemu said it was a private banquet, everyone was more relaxed and drank happily from cup to cup.
…
At this time, Hua Dan, who had finished singing a song, toasted under the leadership of the class leader.
The class leader's surname was Zhao. He walked to the wine table with a wine glass in his hand and said with a flattering smile: "Lao Er Zhao, I would like to pay homage to Inspector Jin and to all the police officers. You police officers have kept us safe and have done a great job."
With that said, Team Leader Zhao drank a drink by himself and pushed the girl next to him forward, "Chunxiang, here's a drink to you police officers."
Miss Chunxiang blushed with embarrassment, but the blushes only added to her beauty. She said shyly, "Chunxiang respects all the police officers."
I took a small sip first, probably because I wasn't used to drinking, because it was so spicy that my tongue licked my tongue.
Then he imitated his class teacher and drank it all in one gulp. He choked and covered his mouth lightly and coughed repeatedly.
"Okay!" Everyone screamed strangely, and He Guan even shouted, "Sing a song, sing a song."
Leader Zhao said to Chunxiang: "Come on, there are no outsiders here, let's sing a song to cheer up the police officers."
Chunxiang was coy for a while, then opened the sandalwood mouth and sang softly: "It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all left to the ruins of the ruined wells. The beautiful scenery is so beautiful in the good time, so it is a pleasure to visit someone's house..."
This is a aria from "Dreams in the Garden" from "The Peony Pavilion" in Kunming District.
Chunxiang was already pretty, and her flowing brows made her even more charming.
There was a burst of deafening cheers at the banquet, and everyone shouted: "One more section, one more section!"
Jin Kemu applauded and then waved his hands. Leader Zhao toasted another glass of wine and left with the woman.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at the woman's back, thoughtfully.
…
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, these people's mouths were even more open-minded, and they were talking nonsense all over the world.
Bai Mudan in the big world was kept by Fan Gandi, the brother-in-law of Liang Fangshu, the inspector general of the Songhu Security Command. Inspector Chen Haitao, who had long coveted Bai Mudan, was very unhappy and threatened to bring bad luck to Fan Gandi.
The third concubine of a munitions director of the Security Corps stationed in Shanghai and a White Russian were stuck on the bed of a private house on Sinan Road.
The house of Jia Dafu, a wealthy businessman on Albert Road, was haunted. The Jia family had been doing a land and water dojo for only half a month, but a scandal occurred when a fake Taoist priest seduced the family's concubine.
These people drank too much cat urine and dared to say anything.
Jin Kemu had been observing, and he noticed that among his subordinates, only Cheng Qianfan was relatively steady, and he only applauded from the side.
However, he was not unsociable. This boy drank one cup after another with everyone, and he was very friendly.
I couldn't help but nodded secretly in my heart.
He is indeed a student that Xiu Gongshen focuses on cultivating. He is indeed a talent.
Thinking of what happened today, he was a little bit pushed out of the market, and Jin Kemu was more or less unhappy.
"Qianfan, you take Uncle Jin's place and I will accompany you all for a walk." Jin Kemu paused for a moment, then said, "What's the matter? You will come too."
"Okay, Uncle Jin." Cheng Qianfan was secretly happy, with a wry smile on his slightly drunk face, "After this lap, Qianfan will probably lie under the table."
Everyone laughed.
Sure enough, after this round, Cheng Qianfan was immediately drunk. He was so drunk that he reluctantly apologized without making any fuss. He lay on the table and squinted.
Jin Kemu heyed, this kid.
It seems that he was already sixty-seven points drunk just now. He asked him to clear the level without hesitation and was obedient. This also made Jin Kemu slightly relieved. He was previously worried that this kid would not obey discipline due to the power of Xiu Gongshen.
Hmm, the wine is pretty good. Judging from the wine and his character, the more I look at this guy, the more I like him. It would be better if he is not a person who cultivates his body. I secretly thought it was a pity.
