"Brother, have you ever thought about not being a police officer?" Jiang Rou asked tentatively, "With your current family fortune, you don't need the salary of a police officer anymore, right?"
"It's true that being a policeman doesn't make much money, and I don't need to be corrupt. But in Bingcheng, if I didn't have my brother's skin, I'm afraid my little family fortune wouldn't be able to withstand other people's troubles." Zhou Sen said with a smile, "Little Rou, you have little experience and don’t understand the truth behind this. As long as I am still a policeman, everyone must respect your brother. We will not bully others, but at least we will not be bullied."
"But if you do this, you are helping the evil tyrants, and you will be despised by everyone in the future!" Jiang Judao.
"Have you ever seen me oppress the people?"
Jiang Rou shook her head.
"Have you ever seen me capture anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese fighters?"
Jiang Rou also shook her head.
"Then how can I be considered as aiding the tyrants?" Zhou Sen said, "There are thousands of policemen in Bingcheng. Even if I don't do it, others will. I don't have to be a policeman, but I can at least guarantee that I can be a responsible person." Do you know what the consequences will be if I replace my brother with another person in my position?"
Jiang Rou was speechless by Zhou Se's interrogation. She had never thought about these questions and could not answer them. Many comrades working underground also appeared in various identities, whether in pseudo Manchuria is still in other places, and there are many people who are openly acting as "traitors".
This is determined by the particularity of underground work. As an underground worker herself, she understands the incomprehensible pressure involved.
Although Poporov didn't tell her anything, she felt that Zhou Sen's identity was unusual out of intuition and sensitivity.
"When someone needs to fight, someone needs to lie dormant. Fighting is not just about violent resistance. It also requires wisdom and endurance." Zhou Sen said with a finger.
"Brother, when will you come to the new stage to hear me sing? I will leave the best seats to you and Sister Lan." Jiang Rou asked.
"It depends on the time. You don't have to leave a seat for us. As long as it's your play, we can sit anywhere." Zhou Sen chuckled, "When something happens, don't fight alone. Tell me, or Let me tell you, Sister Lan, we are a family."
"I understand, brother." Jiang Rou nodded, stood up and said, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb you, brother, and you, Sister Lan, have a rest."
…
Although he knows the taste of the marrow, Zhou Sen is not a person who doesn't know how to exercise moderation. The days are still going on and the water needs to flow slowly.
After lifting the quilt and sitting on it, Zhou Sen put his arms around Bai Yulan's soft waist, leaned his back against the bed, and lay down contentedly.
"Xiaorou's words still make some sense. Why don't you think about it and resign this policeman?" Bai Yulan said from Zhou Sen's shoulder. She also heard the conversation just outside in the small hall. The conversation was not avoided.
"You think I don't want to, but I can't." Zhou Sen said, but now he doesn't want to do that either.
By establishing a relationship with the Communist International, at least there would be no identity problems. If misunderstandings occurred in the future, at least there would be an explanation.
Unlike in the past, when I was forced to do something against my will, I couldn't explain it.
"Why?"
"Is it because Japan values me so much and cultivates me because of my ability? They take a fancy to my identity."
"Identity, what other identity do you have that I don't know about?"
"It's my adoptive father Anthony. He is a core member of the Russian Patriot League. He is responsible for training and sending Belarusian spies to carry out lurking and sabotage missions against Soviet Russia. I am his only heir." Zhou Sen felt like confessing something to Bai Yulan , In this way, she will no longer have to worry about doubting his position.
"Ah?" Bai Yulan was shocked.
"I tell you, you must not tell anyone that I disappeared for more than half a year..." Zhou Sen softly explained to Bai Yulan what he had done for more than half a year.
Bai Yulan was terrified when she heard this. She never expected that what Zhou Sen had experienced in the past six months would be so dangerous.
Fortunately, it came back intact, otherwise, it would be really terrible.
"The Japanese are jackals, and the Soviets are evil bears. They are not good people anyway. It would be good to let them bite dogs." Finally, Zhou Sen concluded.
"So, your next work in Bingcheng will not involve the country?" Bai Yulan seemed to be relieved.
"I don't know. The situation between Japan and the Soviet Union is not clear yet. Anyway, I have just come back, so I still have a reason to shirk it. I will wait until I see the situation clearly." Zhou Sen said, "Shibuya Saburo asked me to go to the Special Agent Section of the National Police Agency to upgrade my level. Level one, I can’t refuse this either.”
"You went to the Secret Service Division, weren't you under Lin Dakuan?"
"Not necessarily. The chief of the Secret Service Section has always been Saburo Shibuya. But this time, his position is unstable and he may transfer a chief from elsewhere. The chief of the Secret Service Section is usually Japanese. ." Zhou Sen said.
"Then what are you doing in the Secret Service Section?"
"I don't know yet. I'm going to take two days off and rest. The official report will have to wait." Zhou Sen said, "I'm not in a hurry, so why rush there?"
"Well, you've never met any of the middle managers of the company. Would you like to arrange a meeting..."
"What I see them doing is meaningless."
"It doesn't matter whether you know them or not, but they have to know you. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a joke if your family doesn't know your own family."
"It's not necessary. If you want to meet them, invite them over for a meal and a red envelope at the end of the year. That would be so honorable. Now this is neither salty nor bland, so I won't see you." Zhou Sen refused.
How comfortable it is to be a hands-off shopkeeper and eat soft food. What are you doing to make yourself uncomfortable?
"That's fine, the Chinese New Year won't be long anyway." Bai Yulan didn't insist. Zhou Sen didn't do this as a sign of trust in her.
…
Renyi Pavilion, Qin Lang specially invited him to have breakfast at this meaningful store. When they came, there were many people in the store.
People come and go.
Qin Lang deliberately changed his clothes for fear of being recognized, but Zhou Sen didn't care, he just needed to put on an old cotton-padded jacket.
No one knows who he is. The key is, if he were not Bai Yulan's fiancée and a police officer, no one would be interested in him, let alone know him.
"Brother Sen, the situation in the past six months has really changed a lot." Qin Lang looked at Zhou Sen's wheatish complexion and sighed. Besides, Zhou Sen is a pretty boy, so no one would believe it.
"You're talking about you, from the second young master of the Qin family, who has great fame, to the current manager Qin." Zhou Sen chuckled.
"Is it so important to be born first?" Qin Lang said distressedly. He has always been unpopular at home. He attributed this reason to the fact that he was not the eldest son.
"It's normal for a family to prefer its eldest son. Although you have lost the Qin family's protection and resources, from now on, everything you have is built by you, and in the future, your career and achievements will exceed yours. Who will look down on you as the eldest brother who has inherited the family business? When the time comes, they will beg you to recognize your ancestors and return to the clan, and it will depend on your mood, right?" Zhou Sen said.
"Brother Sen, I feel much more comfortable after hearing what you said." Qin Lang nodded, "But I am very confused now. I don't know where my future is and what I should do in the future?"
"Do you want to go back to your old business?"
Qin Lang thought for a while and shook his head: "Although opening a casino can make money quickly, this kind of business is too immoral. How many people have bankrupted their families and scattered their wives and children because of gambling. Can more money alleviate the sins in their hearts?"
"I can't believe you still have such thoughts."
"I'm also educated, and I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong," Qin Lang said.
“What can’t a person live without in this world?”
"Food, clothing, housing and transportation."
"There is also life, old age, illness and death. I want to run a hospital. Do you want to be a shareholder?" Zhou Sen asked with a smile.
"Running a hospital, Brother Sen, are you serious?" Qin Lang was stunned.
"I want to build a hospital that combines Chinese and Western medicine. Of course, it may not be too large at the beginning," Zhou Sen said.
"You are a policeman, why do you want to set up a hospital?"
"You will understand later. You first help me look for a house. If there is a suitable building for transfer, let me know immediately." Zhou Sen ordered.
"Okay." Qin Lang nodded and tweaked, "Brother Sen, Miss Jiang Rou and you have known each other since childhood, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhou Sen raised his eyebrows. This guy was indeed in trouble.
"Then she and you..."
"Do you like Xiaorou?" Zhou Sen is not stupid, so he still doesn't understand. Last night, this guy came back with Jiang Rou shamelessly to enjoy the meal.
"I, I kind of like it..." Qin Lang blushed, lowered his head and rubbed his hands nervously.
"My sister is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and is quite independent. As long as she makes her own choice, I will naturally not stop her. But if she doesn't like it, if anyone persists and refuses to let go, I will break his hands and feet and directly Throw it into the Songhua River to feed the fish!" Zhou Sen warned Qin Lang without any politeness.
"Brother Sen, don't worry, I can't, I'm not that kind of person." Qin Lang said hurriedly.
"If you want to be with her, I have to remind you that you have to make a clean break with your past and have nothing to do with it. Otherwise, I will give you two words, no chance!" Zhou Sen stood up and said, "Today is your invitation. When I eat, remember to pay the bill."
After saying that, Zhou Sen clapped his hands and left.
…
Beisandao Street, Lao Liang's home-cooked food, has been open for more than half a year. It is authentic Shandong cuisine and the price is fair. Neighbors and residents appreciate it, and the business is very good.
Although the business was good, it was hard to make money. There were various demands for food and drinks, and various forced donations. Most of the little money earned was taken away.
If you don't give it, haha, just prepare to close the store. Then all kinds of troubles will come to your door. If you give it, at least you can have something to eat and not starve to death.
At noon, there were not many people eating, just two or three tables. In addition to the boss, Lao Liang, and his apprentice, the store also hired two waiters and a kitchen helper.
The helper is a woman in her thirties. As long as she picks vegetables, washes vegetables and washes dishes, Lao Liang is in charge of the dishes. His apprentice Xiao Hai works in front and settles accounts. Sometimes Lao Liang rests and Xiao Hai works in the back kitchen. The master and apprentice take turns. Come on.
There are two waiters, one is the kitchen master's assistant, and the other is serving the dishes. They can be regarded as half apprentices.
When you are free, there are too many people. When you are busy, one person can only wait to be divided into two people.
"Shopkeeper, let's eat!"
"Here, sir, are you alone, or..." Xiao Hai, who was settling accounts on the counter, raised his head and hurriedly came forward to say hello.
"I'm alone, do I have a private room? I don't like to be disturbed when I'm eating." Zhou Sen chuckled and asked.
"Yes, yes, come with me!" Xiao Hai had never met Zhou Sen, but his accent sounded like he was a native of Bingcheng, and he was busy leading the way.
"I've eaten in so many restaurants in Bingcheng, but not many of these Shandong dishes are good. If your food isn't authentic, I won't pay!" Zhou Sen said as he walked.
He came to see "Old Gun", the contact person assigned to him by Pishkov in Ice City.
