Yanzhen is an ancient town.
The shops on both sides of the long street are all low-rise adobe houses.
Only one house at the intersection of a T-shaped street has a brick structure.
It is wide and tall, standing proudly and looking extraordinary.
There is a clay sculpture plaque on the door of the shop.
There are carefully poured curly grass patterns on it, and the upper part of the arch is a flat surface, showing several large and small lotus flowers. However, the color of the lotus flowers is no longer pure white, but under the ravages of wind and frost, it has transformed into a life-like flower. The cold blue color of fear.
The original pale gold color of the clay sculpture plaque has been eroded by wind and sun to the point where the color is no longer visible, and only the four characters "Chimelong Trading Company" can be vaguely seen.
On both sides of the shop are the words "Guarantee Supply" and "Anti-War Economy" painted in white and gray.
It is enough to show that this shop has been transformed into a supply and marketing cooperative.
Supply and marketing cooperatives are often the liveliest and most popular places in town.
The rough bluestone platform at the door was already shiny with shoe soles.
Today happened to be the main event, and the supply and marketing cooperative was packed with people.
For small town residents who need to apply for a road permit to enter the county seat, the supply and marketing cooperative is the largest shopping mall in the world.
The dazzling array of products on the shelves can make people dazzled and make their eyes itchy. They only complain about the lack of money in their pockets.
The supply and marketing cooperative has three sales departments with seven or eight salespeople.
The salespersons were male and female, old and young, and these seven or eight people naturally became the stars of the town.
The most popular among them is Zhang Siwei, a salesperson from the city department.
The young man is tall and strong,
He has big eyes and a high nose. Because he has not done farm work or fished in the sea for a long time, his skin is fairer than that of the locals.
This handsome appearance made the little girls in the town like to hang out in the non-staple food department when they have nothing to do. When they go in, they want this or that, but they don't buy it.
Zhang Siwei has a good temper and strong business ability.
Chatting with the little girls who dared to dive into the sea with harpoons to spear fish without delaying the work at hand.
No, there are five or six ladies coming into the supply and marketing cooperative, and they have to buy wine when they come.
Zhang Siwei took the fishy-smelling banknotes and threw them into the money box.
He picked up the enamel jar placed on the counter and opened the wine jar's cork-wrapped red silk lid. Once the lid was lifted, the room was filled with fragrance.
He lifted the wine from his hand, and five or six enamel jars were filled instantly.
"Auntie, please take your half a catty of loose wine." Zhang Siwei handed the enamel jars to the aunts one by one.
Several aunts were standing in a row against the wall, clinking glasses and changing glasses on the spot. In the span of a pack of cigarettes and several kilograms of loose wine, a few of them staggered out holding the wall with red faces.
Zhang Siwei carefully told them to be careful on the road, then turned back and continued to play with the girls.
It's just that he seemed a little absent-minded today, and his eyes occasionally glanced at a tall man standing at the door.
The tall man was wearing a soap blue coat commonly worn by Yanzhen people, with his big toes sticking out of his round-top cloth shoes. He looked like a local.
However, there were no traces of sea wind erosion on his face, and his chest was not as red as that of ordinary fishermen.
Zhang Siwei glanced twice, curled up his lips in a vague way, and then stopped caring about that person and continued to chat with the little girl about the recent situation on the sea.
"Brother Si Si, have you heard? There have been strange noises coming from the shipyard recently. When my father and I were fishing, we were startled." The little girl's eyes were filled with stars.
"Really? Maybe you heard it wrong. The shipyard has long been dilapidated and it is impossible to start construction." Zhang Siwei didn't seem to care at all.
Seeing that her lover didn't believe it, the little girl became a little anxious and lowered her voice and said, "Brother, I'm telling you something, but you must not tell anyone else."
"The shipyard seems to be very busy recently. When we are fishing, we often see people wandering around the factory area."
"Abba won't let me tell anyone."
"Your father is also doing this for your own good, Huahua, you must listen to your father." Zhang Siwei didn't seem to care at all about the information provided by the girl.
"Yeah." The little girl blushed: "I listen to brother Si Si."
Seeing that the topic was getting a little deeper, Zhang Siwei was about to find an excuse to send the little girl away.
A bill was dropped on the counter.
"Here's a kerosene lamp cover."
Zhang Siwei looked up and saw that the man was the tall man. His eyes narrowed and he immediately realized what he was doing.
He bent down and rummaged through the counter for a while, then took out the kerosene lampshade. As he handed it over, he muttered, "Comrade, you are not a local, are you?"
"Come on, little comrade, you have such good eyesight."
Zhou Wu, who was pretending to be a local, pretended to be surprised and was not in a hurry to get the lampshade. He asked with interest: "How did you see it?"
"This is very simple. Even if the lampshade is broken, the locals will not replace it." Zhang Siwei spoke, eyes fixed on Zhou Wu.
Zhou Wu raised his big hand and scratched his head, and smiled honestly: "Damn it, I didn't expect that I, old Zhou, would still be spotted out after working in the military and civilian fields for seven or eight years."
"Comrades from the military and civilian fields, no wonder I haven't seen them." Zhang Siwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out an old newspaper, wrapped the kerosene lampshade, and handed it to Zhou Wu: "Be careful on the road, don't break it."
"Thank you. You are such a good boy, little comrade."
Zhou Wu took the kerosene lampshade and left the supply and marketing cooperative.
He walked forward slowly until he came to a secluded place at the end of the street, and then he suddenly said: "There is something wrong with this guy."
Li Aiguo, dressed as an old farmer, flashed out from behind him, "How did you tell?"
Zhou Wu weighed the lampshade and turned to look at the supply and marketing cooperative: "This guy's service attitude is too good. He talks too much and has knives in his eyes."
Is it doubtful that the service attitude is good?
Li Aiguo felt relieved after thinking about it carefully.
As a salesperson in a supply and marketing cooperative, Zhang Siwei does not need to provide enthusiastic service at all. As long as he does not hit or curse people, he is considered an excellent salesperson.
As for talking too much and having knives in his eyes, these are Zhou Wu's subjective impressions without any evidence.
However, in this kind of investigation, subjective factors often play a decisive role.
Li Aiguo looked at the lampshade in his hand and suddenly asked: "Why did you buy a lampshade instead of something else?"
"It turns out that the lampshade was indeed broken." A look of helplessness appeared on Zhou Wu's old face.
Li Aiguo: "."
After determining that the target was suspicious, Li Aiguo and Zhou Wu walked toward the shipyard.
As for why he doesn't ride a bicycle, the reason is simple: he is worried about his identity being discovered by the target.
The investigation has just begun, and it has not been determined whether the target has any accomplices. Any negligence will lead to the failure of the mission.
This is also why Li Aiguo suggested that Lao Mao ask Zhou Wu to investigate Zhang Siwei at the beginning of the mission.
Zhou Wu has been at the shipyard for many years, often disguising himself as an ordinary citizen and entering Yan Town.
He knows the customs and customs of Yanzhen very well and speaks the local dialect skillfully.
If it were Yanzi and Lao Hei, Zhang Siwei would definitely see through them in minutes.
Li Aiguo never underestimates an opponent, especially an opponent who can operate under his nose for three or four years.
(End of chapter)
