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Chapter 198 Jishi Pharmacy (Part [-])
Zhang Anren's eyelids have been twitching since he got up in the morning, but as a complete atheist, he doesn't believe in omens.

Instead of pinning your safety on these, it is better to take daily confidentiality measures well, the enemy will not stop coming just because your eyelids do not jump.

"Hurry up and hang up the sign." Zhang Anren stood at the counter and shouted at the boy.

The buddy Ma Liu walked out holding the sign, and bumped into a group of people outside the door. Looking at each other's appearance, the buddy felt bald.

He turned around and shouted: "Shopkeeper, the boss is coming outside, please come out quickly."

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, he was pushed aside by a few arrogant black skins. Zuo Zhong glanced at the environment at the entrance of this pharmacy, it was very clean.

This does not refer to sanitation, but refers to the view is very clean, without any obstructions, several directions at the intersection can be seen at a glance, and the location is very good.

It was an excellent surveillance point. He recalled the nearby map in his mind. There were several small alleys behind the pharmacy, and the terrain was very complicated.

It is about a 15-minute drive from the nearest police station, and it is farther away from important party and government organs. It is a very safe latent point, and it can be called a Class A point according to the standards of the Secret Service.

The left heavy breathing sped up slightly, and adjusted the body to the best condition. If it was really the secret hideout of the Japanese, a battle might break out at any time.

The hand behind him made a gesture. He knew that there must be his subordinates nearby watching, so he must be prepared in case of accidents, so as not to capsize the boat in the gutter.

The three of Zuo Zhong walked in. The lobby of this Jishi pharmacy was very large, more than double the size of the previous one. Director Bai was very excited.

In terms of area, one hundred yuan should be doubled anyway. He stepped to the front, looked around the store, and then frowned.

Ji Shi Pharmacy is a big one, but the decoration inside is very simple, filled with all kinds of medicine cabinets, and there are only a few old tables and chairs in the pick-up area.

Which store doesn't use the best things for the customers? Bai Wenzhi feels that the shopkeeper of this pharmacy is a bit stingy, and he is afraid that it is not so easy to spit out the money, so he must overwhelm the other party in terms of arrogance.

He frowned and said, "Who is the shopkeeper? We are from the New Life Promotion Association. We are here today to check the cleanliness. All of your people will come out."

Zhang Anren came out naturally: "I am the shopkeeper. In the past two days, I have thoroughly cleaned the dead corners inside and outside the store. Please inspect the store."

Then he shouted to the dazed boy: "You don't have to hurry to make tea for the officers, you will know that you will use a broken brand to grind foreign labor here, hurry up."

While speaking, he glanced at the people who came, these black dogs were old acquaintances, and they had been exploited by them before, but these three white dogs in casual clothes deserved attention, the visitors were not kind.

Especially the fat man who spoke was tall and strong, with a loud voice. He should be a big official. There was a mark of wearing a hat on his forehead. He couldn't tell more about whether it was a soldier or a policeman.

Here, Bai Wenzhi frowned: "I heard you mean that you are not afraid of inspections, I'm here to see your cleaning work, take me to the kitchen."

Zuo Zhong frowned when he saw the little boy running to make tea. Bai Wenzhi is really an idiot, he has to be strategic when he asks for money, what else would he do other than threaten the store with the excuse of inspecting the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll take a few officers to the kitchen to have a look." Unexpectedly, the owner of Jishi Pharmacy was very stubborn and led them directly to the back of the lobby.

Now it's okay to not want to check, the three of them walked away under the protection of Heipi, Zuo Zhong observed quietly all the way, everything was normal.

The guys who came and went frightened and dodged their eyes, and their bodies flinched unconsciously. In this era, seeing the reasonable response of the Guodang military and police, there was no trace of training in their actions, at least they were not professional spies.

The doors and windows of the passing rooms are all open for ventilation, the structure has not been remodeled, the layout of the courtyard has no firepower points that can be used, and there are many sharp glass shards inserted on the courtyard wall.

It is a standard anti-theft method for businesses, but intelligence points are rarely used, because although doing so can prevent possible secret infiltration, it also cuts off an emergency evacuation channel for personnel.

Especially lurking in Jinling, where the government has the strongest power, facing a forcible attack, not to mention glass shards, even bombs are useless. The Japanese will not do things that will do more harm than good.

Zhang Anren, who was walking in the front, was also guessing the identities of the remaining two uninvited guests.

The older, short, middle-aged man should be a small cadre in the oil and water department of a certain agency, and the cuff marks on the opponent's sleeve are clearly visible.

This was to prevent the ink and mimeographed paper from staining the clothes. Naturally, he was not a big cadre who had to work, and with the expensive foreign overcoat on his body, he must have made a lot of money.

A few people have already walked outside the kitchen, and Bai Wenzhi rushed in like a hungry dog. He must find evidence of poor cleaning today.

Zhang Anren's expression was blank, he stood outside the door as if he was at a loss, and secretly focused on the young man at the end.

This person's clothing and body did not have any details that could reveal his identity, and his walking movements were very normal, with irregular strides and arm swings, unlike strictly trained professional soldiers and secret agents.

At such a young age, he can sit on an equal footing with the two officials. This may be a second-generation ancestor who followed him to be gilded, but the vigilance in his heart has not been lowered. Things sometimes go wrong with such people.

At this moment, the eyes of Zuo Zhong and Zhang Anren, who were observing each other, collided. Zhang Anren didn't dodge, but smiled and nodded flatteringly. His reaction was normal and fit his identity.

But Zuo Zhong came over with a smile and comforted him, "Don't worry, we're here just as a matter of routine. If you clean up well, you'll be fine."

I'm afraid a fool wouldn't believe this, did they go to the kitchen routinely?Under normal circumstances, the kitchen is smoky every day, and with the accumulation of straw and firewood, how can it meet the hygienic standards.

Unbelief appeared in Zhang Anren's eyes at the right time, and he praised: "You sirs have worked really hard. We will definitely abide by the regulations of the Chairman's New Life Movement, and carefully clean up the store and the hygiene of the personnel."

Zuo Chong nodded in relief and turned his gaze back to the kitchen. Bai Wenzhi turned around in a hurry, like a big fat pig about to be slaughtered. He couldn't find any irregularities in the kitchen.

All the firewood had been chopped into regular lengths, the pots were wiped neatly, and what was even more exaggerated was that even the stove was cleaned up according to the regulations. Director Bai had met his opponent.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Zhong glanced at the shopkeeper next to him: "What's the name of the shopkeeper? You really are the absolute standard of the New Life Movement."

"Miangui's surname is Zhang, and his name is Anren." Zhang Anren replied respectfully, since it was a pseudonym anyway.

"Anren, the benevolent is Anren." Zuo Zhong said to himself: "The person who is Anren in the center is only one person in the world. It seems that the shopkeeper's family has a long history."

Zhang Anren was a little apprehensive: "I can't be praised by the chief. I don't know what it means when the name is given by a scholar in the country. The chief is really well-read."

Zuo Zhong looked at him seriously, and called out to Bai Wenzhi: "Old Bai, take your time looking for it, don't worry, Lao Yang and I will go to the warehouse to have a look."

Zhang Anren became more and more vigilant, this young man actually talked like that to that high-ranking military and police cadre, where did he get the confidence.

On the face, he bent down: "I took the two officers to the warehouse, and the police station also came to check and count the quantity on weekdays. Only one person, Zhang, had the key."

Section Chief Yang didn't care, he came to this bullshit supervision team just to please Zuo Zhong, it didn't matter where he went to see what, so he happily followed Zuo Zhong to the warehouse under Zhang Anren's leadership.

The warehouse of Jishi Pharmacy is very large. It is located in the deepest part of the courtyard. There is also a huge cement platform near the courtyard wall, which is convenient for trucks to load and unload goods. Zuo Zhong roughly estimated that it is enough to store all the medicines in the underground factory.

"Please open the door, shopkeeper Zhang."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Zhang Anren took out a bunch of keys from his waist, and opened the warehouse door according to Zuo Zhong's request. A smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to his face, which was very pungent.

"Yawn." Section Chief Yang sneezed and quickly picked up a handkerchief to block his nose.

"Sorry, I have rhinitis, and I get sick every early spring. Once I smell a pungent smell, I can't help sneezing." He explained.

Zuo Zhong also covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and took a look inside. Several piles of traditional Chinese medicines and several boxes of western medicines were placed in the center of the warehouse, while other places were empty.

He asked casually: "Shopkeeper Zhang, your warehouse is too wasteful, isn't this kind of big warehouse not afraid to find the owner of the goods, so it is so empty?"

Zhang Anren smiled wryly: "No one in business wants to make money, but I am all medicinal materials. Firstly, I am afraid of being squeezed, and secondly, because of the strong smell, I am afraid that other goods will be contaminated with the smell, so I can't find a suitable owner."

The explanation was very reasonable, Zuo Zhongjian waved him to close the door if he couldn't ask anything, and at the same time said as if joking: "You can ask this Section Chief Yang for help, he has a lot of friends in Jinling City, he may be able to help you find Anyone willing to rent a warehouse."

Section Chief Yang was puzzled, no matter how he looked at Zuo Zhong, he didn't look like a warm-hearted person, why did he suddenly help a stranger, is it because he wanted to make money?

Zhang Anren waved his hands again and again: "No way, Zhang has already advertised in the newspaper, and he doesn't dare to bother the two officers, what else does the officer want to look at?"

Zuo Zhong smiled even wider, turned around and walked back without saying a word, and finally met Bai Wenzhi in the lobby of Jishi Pharmacy. Director Bai's expression was ugly at this moment. It is really unreasonable to waste such a long time without gaining anything.

Zhang Anren sent the group of people out respectfully. He didn't turn back to the store until he saw the other party walk into another pharmacy, with a serious expression on his face.

That young man was not a good person, and in the end he seemed to be doing himself a favor, but he was actually testing whether he really wanted to rent out the warehouse.

Fortunately, he did advertise in the newspaper, otherwise it would be exposed, and the organization would have to bear the huge loss of the abandoned transit warehouse.

"Who the hell is he?" Zhang Anren was restless, always feeling that something was going to happen.

(End of this chapter)