January 23, 1940.
There are still 13 days until the Spring Festival of the Gengchen year.
Yamashita Yuri has already boarded the ship returning to Chongqing.
When she left, she brought back a lot of luggage.
Most are imported.
I also brought back more than a hundred photos.
All are photos of Meng Shaoyuan.
Meng Shaoyuan never took so many photos until he was so old.
Of course, I also brought back Meng Shaoyuan’s words:
It’s not a blessing, but it’s:
"Teacher, ask them to make a big bed for me, something very big. I have an important task when I return to Chongqing."
big bed?
The innocent and kind-hearted teacher Yamashita really doesn't understand why the mission requires a big bed.
The evil Mr. Shao Yuan certainly has his evil thoughts.
You absolutely cannot use normal people's thinking to figure out his thoughts.
Mr. Shao Yuan turned over and wanted to hug Sister Jingyi beside him, but his hug was empty.
Going to work so early again.
I checked the watch next to the bedside and saw, damn, it's ten o'clock.
When it comes to being late for work and leaving early, it has to be Master Meng.
He leaned on the bed and smoked a cigarette, then lazily got up.
After washing up and going out, Li Zhifeng was already waiting outside.
"Hello, sir. Good morning, sir. You look really good, sir."
As soon as he saw Master Meng, Li Zhifeng said these words flatteringly.
Working under the young master is miserable, and he will always catch him wearing small shoes. As a result, Li Zhifeng, a good man who was always strong on the battlefield and never bowed his head under the Japanese bayonet, is turned into a sycophant.
"Well, are you insulting me?" Meng Shaoyuan said suddenly.
Li Zhifeng was excited: "I don't dare, I don't dare."
"Don't dare, you are very brave." Meng Shaoyuan said with a straight face: "It's almost half past ten, and you actually said it's early, sir. Are you mocking me for being lazy? Deduct one day's salary!"
Li Zhifeng almost spit out blood.
Can you still be more shameless?
Lu Chengtian on the other side was secretly glad that he didn't speak. Could it be that Captain Li didn't even understand this principle of misfortune coming from the mouth?
If you don't speak, you won't be caught by the young master, right?
However, Meng Shaoyuan suddenly turned his head towards him: "Lu Chengtian, why don't you speak? Look, I see the smile on your face. It's because you are mocking me in your heart, right?"
Your uncle's!
Lu Chengtian cursed in his heart, but his face remained calm: "I voluntarily have my salary deducted for one day by the superior."
"Stop it. Invite us to dinner at Taixiang Noodle House. The big meat noodles there are really delicious."
"Okay, sir."
Lu Chengtian breathed a sigh of relief. Three bowls of noodles only cost a few bucks.
"Sir." Li Zhifeng immediately reported: "Secretary Wu called just now and said that Inspector Ross from the Jing'an Temple prison cell is waiting for you in the office."
"Rose?"
Meng Shaoyuan stopped and said, "We're not going to eat noodles anymore. The newly opened restaurant is full of spring. Lu Chengtian, please invite us to drink."
"ah?"
…
This meal lasted for more than two hours.
It starts at 11 o'clock and ends at 1 p.m.
Meng Shaoyuan's face turned red from drinking.
Lu Chengtian drank with an empty wallet.
I have never seen such a commander, who worked hard to pick up the dishes.
You didn't pay for the co-authorship, right?
It was past 1:30 when we arrived at the office.
"Ross has been waiting for you for a long time." Yu Yanchu walked over.
"Where's Secretary Wu?"
"She talked to Ross for more than ten minutes and then went back to work."
"Has Rose eaten?"
"I ordered him a bowl of noodles from next door."
"What's so delicious about the noodles?" Meng Shaoyuan patted his belly with satisfaction: "Yi Yi Chun's food is pretty good. I'll treat you to it alone next time."
Lu Chengtian frowned, "Damn it, of course it's delicious to eat other people's food without paying for it yourself."
Meng Shaoyuan approached Yu Yanchu and whispered with a stern look on his face: "Tonight we..."
"roll!"
…
"Lawlessness, lawlessness."
Walking into the reception room, Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "Nowadays, the subordinates are really difficult to manage. They actually tell the boss to get out at every turn. Oops, Detective Ross, why are you here?"
How did it come about?
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Ross stood up with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came here to visit you today."
"Look, this is my brother. Come here, give Detective Ross a new cup of tea. Don't take the tea from my office. The tea is so expensive that I can't bear to eat it myself. Detective Ross, sit down, please sit down."
Meng Shaoyuan and Inspector Ross chatted for a while: "Inspector Ross, there is an old saying in China that no matter what happens, go to the Three Treasures Palace. You have been waiting for me for so long today, so just tell me what is going on."
"Well, Meng, it's almost time for your Chinese traditional Spring Festival, right?"
"Ah, yes, look, you have been in China for so long and you are used to our festivals. I will treat you to dinner during the Spring Festival."
"That's what happened, Meng." Ross said hesitantly: "At this time in previous years, that, that has already arrived. Today is already the 23rd, but..."
"What is that?"
"It's just...the holiday fee."
"Ah, that's it." Meng Shaoyuan suddenly realized.
In the past, every New Year and holiday, the Shanghai District of the Military Command Bureau would give a fee to each patrol room, ranging from the number of detectives to the number of patrol officers below.
The detectives in each arresting house are expensive, which is a pretty good additional expense for them.
But this year was about to celebrate the New Year, and the benefits had not yet arrived. Of course, the detectives were anxious. After thinking about it, they simply sent Detective Ross to ask.
"Inspector Ross." Meng Shaoyuan said earnestly: "You have been dealing with me for so long, and you know what kind of person I, Meng Shaoyuan, am. The problem is that I can't give it to you this year."
"Why? Is there something wrong?" Ross became anxious.
"Of course there is a problem, and it is a big problem." Meng Shaoyuan said with a serious face: "Let's open the skylight and speak frankly. This money is not given to you for free. You have to help me do things. But now I have so many brothers arrested, Even my most capable subordinates have been arrested, please tell me with your conscience, are you just taking money and not doing anything, and have you taken me for granted?"
Only then did Ross understand which link had the problem: "Meng, we did have a problem with this matter, but the root cause does not lie with us. It was handled by the new general director Claes himself, and there is nothing we can do about it."
"If you can't do anything, then I can't do anything either." Meng Shaoyuan sneered: "I am the boss. I can't just watch my employees being arrested one by one and remain indifferent, right? What would you do if you were the boss? "
Ross frowned: "Then what should I do?"
"Really want to do it?"
"Really."
"As long as you say this, it will be done." Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said, "If you do as I say, not only will I save you a penny for the festival, but I will also give you an extra big red envelope!"
