He was tall, thin, and had a body like a pole, which was really impressive. After getting off the No. 103 trolley bus, he still staggered when he walked, as if he could be blown over by a gust of wind at any time.
Yao Yuan followed quietly behind him. He had long heard that there was a white powder seller in the ethnic village. He had met such an obvious drug addict last time. If he came here at a fixed time and at a fixed time, he must be here to buy goods without asking.
I'm also curious in my heart, why can't even the black-faced King Gu Yan find such an obvious clue? Not only could the police station not solve the theft case, but they also had no clues about such a serious crime on the ground. They were just a bunch of freeloaders.
The thin horse pole in front walked very quickly, looking for shadows along the way. Yao Yuan pushed the bicycle and fell far behind. He felt a little excited and a little nervous. At this time, he remembered that it would be better if he had a mobile phone at hand. .
The low bungalows, narrow streets, and restaurants are still open, with blazing fires at the door, and the noise in the restaurant mixed with Uyghur language, which makes people feel as if they have entered another world.
From a distance, I watched Ma Gan stop at the door of a dark courtyard at the corner of the alley. There was a window on the iron door open, and through the light, I could vaguely see something being handed in, and then something was being handed out through the window. , the window was then closed, and Ma Gan left immediately, his footsteps seeming to be much lighter.
This is it. I heard that people who sell fans are very vigilant. They are street traders and are very difficult to catch. But the scene in front of him subverted Yao Yuan's understanding. People selling fans have all developed into businessmen. Even this police station has arrested them. No, how stupid are these police officers? !
I had the intention to follow that idiot, but then I thought it was more important to catch these fans selling people first.
He turned around and jumped into the car, ready to find the big black face. Unexpectedly, someone grabbed the rear frame of the car tightly. He staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, his legs were long and he could barely support himself on the ground.
Liu Zi grabbed Yao Yuan's bicycle, and Huang Mao'er emerged from the darkness and looked in the direction Yao Yuan was looking at just now: "What are you doing here?"
Yao Yuan was startled, and his adrenaline surged instantly. When he turned around and saw that they both knew each other, he calmed down a little: "What are you doing here?"
The two people asked the same question, but neither received an answer from the other. Both of their eyes looked a little unnatural, and they unconsciously glanced deep into the alley. The man had already disappeared without a trace.
Yao Yuan suddenly realized something, and felt a little awe-inspiring in his heart: "I was passing by and just saw someone who looked a bit like my former classmate, so I stopped and took a closer look."
Huang Mao'er smiled half-heartedly: "You can't even tell that the one who just passed by is a fan? Why is he still your classmate? Do you know enough people?!"
Yao Yuan was a little angry: "I don't know whether to draw fans or not. I guess I just saw it."
Huang Mao didn't take it seriously. He acted like a big brother in the world. He reached out and patted Yao Yuan on the shoulder: "Boy, you are very curious. Let me tell you one thing. You can't afford to offend those guys inside. Just stay away." a little."
They all walked into the police station. Yao Yuan was still confused. He didn't know what Huang Mao'er and Liuzi were doing. Why were they hiding in the alley at night? What did they have to do with the yard selling powder? He knew that Yao Yuan was watching just now. Something happened, but he let it go so easily, which is really incomprehensible.
The old investigator Xu Jiansheng listened to Yao Yuan's report on everything he saw. There was no expression on his ugly face. His eyebrows jumped when he heard that he met Huang Mao'er and Liuzi at the entrance of the alley.
Yao Yuan's next words were a bit unpleasant: "Uncle, is this fan seller too arrogant? He opened the door blatantly in the ethnic village and started doing business. Our police station didn't notice it. Isn't it a bit derelict in our duty?"
The black-faced Gu Changan put out the cigarette butt fiercely: "As long as you can, we the police can't find the nest that you can find?"
Seeing something was wrong, Xu Jiansheng coughed and interrupted: "Yao Yuan, you are indeed a good candidate to be a police officer, but you must never touch this hideout again, and don't tell anyone about it, okay?"
Well, since I was so excited for a long time, it turns out that the police have already grasped the situation.
Gu Changan rarely said a kind word: "Xiao Yuan'er, you did a good job. These grandsons are really too rampant now, but they won't be able to jump around for a few more days. It's almost time to close the net. I'll give you a note then. Gong, it’s easy to catch a few people selling fans, but it’s rare to get to know the other party’s online. This matter is of great importance. You must never touch it again, and you must keep it secret!”
Yao Yuan nodded obediently, and after leaving the police station, he remembered something he had just ignored. It seemed that the police had already controlled this den, so what were Huang Maoer and the others doing there?
Then why don't you talk to Huang Mao'er about this matter? After all, they can be regarded as "friends" who don't look up when they meet, lest the police take action and turn around to include them.
I cycled back to the alley in the National Village. It was dark and empty, and there was not a single person anywhere.
The night is already deep, and a hook-like crescent moon hangs in the sky. The moonlight is a little pale and cold. The moon hook is like a cold weapon, with a faint evil intention. The noise in the distance is vague, as if it is related to this lonely alley. Something is separated.
The quiet night was a good cover. Yao Yuan pedaled the car and slowed down, quietly approaching the small courtyard, stopping at the gray door for a moment, then turning the car around and leaving quietly.
Huang Mao'er has warned himself to stay away from here, and the old policeman Xu Jiansheng also told him not to come back, but for some unknown reason, he insists on coming back to have a look. Well, it's because he wants to talk to Huang Mao'er, This is a good reason, but it’s a pity that I don’t really believe it.
The only explanation is that you are damn curious. You just want to get to know your surroundings and discover things you have never discovered before?
He shook his head and hurried back on his bicycle. Xiao Hua'er was still in the small courtyard over to Brother Dang, and she must have been waiting impatiently.
He came quietly, walked quietly, without sleeves, and did not take away a trace of clouds in the alley. Unexpectedly, in the attic of the small courtyard, on the roof opposite, and on the second floor of the small second floor next door, there were already at least six people. One eye was fixed on Yao Yuan.
As soon as the front feet left, the door of the small courtyard opened quietly, dim light fell on the ground, and two figures quietly flashed out.
The door closed quietly again. The door shaft lacked lubrication, and the squeaking sound it made was vaguely audible. Unfortunately, Yao Yuan was already far away and could not hear it.
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There is another kind of atmosphere in my own small courtyard. The children are shouting loudly and quacking happily. A few seasonal birds and monkeys make Xiaodang very happy. And Xiaohuaer also has a special sense of accomplishment. She plays with the children and for a while Catching fireflies, catching seasonal birds and monkeys for a while, so that I completely lost track of time.
Yao Yuan persuaded Xiao Huaer carefully for a long time before he persuaded Xiao Hua'er to go home.
The next day, because he was thinking about the revision and price increase of Braised Sauce Hotline, Yao Yuan returned to the courtyard immediately after school. The adjusted Braised Braised Sauce needed to be tasted, quantified, and cost-checked to determine the price. He still handled these matters himself. Only then will you feel relieved.
Occasionally, I feel that this braised pork stall is a bit cumbersome to me. Its original mission has been completed, and it doesn't have much meaning to me now.
However, Mancheng needs to point to this stall to make money, and Little Fatty also needs to point to this stall to eat. The basket of tea eggs braised every day is an additional source of income for Grandma Li, and she is inexplicably burdened with it. If you have these responsibilities, you have to spend more time on your busy schedule.
I have to follow the whole process when I go to the stall today. After all, I am facing old customers. The price of each bowl has suddenly increased by more than one yuan. I have to explain to them. Even if they want to scold me, I should be the one to listen.
Who made all this happen just for Little Fatty!
"Damn it, a bowl has gone up by RMB 1.5, how can you kids be worse than me in business?!" This was Jiao San's reaction.
As the saying goes, familiarity is not polite. This kind of saying can only be scolded by a regular customer like Jiao San who is also a neighbor. If you scold, you have to eat the same.
However, Xie Laozhaoer refused to suffer this loss: "Come on, third brother, please take a rest. The silk scarves on your stall are purchased from Dahongmen for 1.5 yuan. You are selling 15.0 yuan a piece and you still don't bargain. We don't have it." I said you were evil."
Jiao San was hit with a big roast chicken, and he was hit in the vital point. He looked around and said, "My little ancestor, can you shout this? Please keep your voice down."
In contrast, Li Tielong was much calmer: "Oh, the price has increased. It should have been increased long time ago. My wife said this morning that the price of meat in the vegetable market was more than four yuan. It was still raw meat. There is so much in this bowl." I’d be happy to have more pork belly and a higher price.”
This is a bit mean. How can any diners speak to the merchants? It’s so unprincipled!
The meat you mentioned sells for more than four yuan, but this bowl of braised pork is filled with sewage. Can it be the same price?
But when I think about it, I understand that we are all neighbors. Supporting each other is called business. Who asked Yao Yuangang to lead a group of college students and order a bunch of textbooks from him.
Xie Laozhaoer was quick to answer: "Brother Long is right! Only now can we call our braised braised pork authentic braised braised pork. It has the same flavor as the Su Zao Pork that was first sold on the Shicha Sea. It was spread in the palace back then. The authentic taste.”
There are still so many diners, and no one chooses not to eat because of the price adjustment. It seems that everyone has become accustomed to the price increase. These days, from steel to food, from gasoline to soybean oil, there is no price increase, even pancakes and fruit. It’s five sets, and it’s completely normal to sell braised pork for more than four yuan.
Seeing the reactions of the diners, Yao Yuan felt a little relieved. He pulled the little fat boy to the side and grabbed the stick again: "Little fat boy, remember this. I got fat today because of you." Price, this is all to allow you to shorten the time of setting up the stall and make a lot of money. I would rather be scolded by others. You'd better remember it. If the teacher says something wrong about you again at the parent-teacher conference, I will I just won’t play with you anymore!”
Fatty Hu used his apron to wipe his oily hands and said, "The price increase is for us to make more money together, as if this stall has nothing to do with you."
When Yao Yuan heard this, he wanted to jump up. Hu Xiaopang'er quickly added: "But don't worry, Master Yao. I'll give you the first place in the next exam for you to see! By the way, I'll shut up Teacher Hu." !”
