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Chapter 30 30. Secondary Connectors
The whole day, Yang Denghuan was playing with this Browning M1900 pistol, commonly known as the gun brand Luzi.From time to time, he simulates various shooting positions, aiming at the various positions in the empty office where only Wang Dazui and himself are left, and simulates biubiu sounds in his mouth, like an excited child, completely ignoring Wang Dazui's resentful eyes.

The reason why the Browning M1900 is called a pistol is because it needs to be pulled and loaded before shooting, which is very similar to a pistol, and the "gun card" is also because there is a pistol logo on the handle of the pistol.As for the two English letters "FN", few Chinese understand them.

There was no one in the office, and all the team members went to the street to investigate, only Yang Denghuan and Wang Dazui were left behind, who were called guarding the stall, but Yang Denghuan knew that this was Shen Yan showing his favor.

Wang Dazui was like a wandering ghost, with a gray face and kept turning around Yang Denghuan, his sad eyes were like an abandoned woman, which was quite sympathetic, Yang Denghuan ignored him, playing with the pistol to himself, talking non-stop.

"Master Yang..."

"Go and buy two bottles of Liuwei Dihuangwan for Bubu. Look at your face, you look like a ghost, don't go out at night, be careful to scare the children." Yang Denghuan pointed the gun at Wang Dazui as he spoke.

Wang Dazui was terrified, he dodged quickly and said in a startled voice, "Deng Huan, you can't point your gun at people! Didn't your military training instructor teach you that!"

"I know! It scares you! It's an empty gun. It has no bullets. I've received ten bullets and haven't reloaded it yet!" Yang Denghuan pulled the breech breech, but no bullets came out, and there was a click.

Wang Dazui heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off his brow and said, "Then you can't point a gun at someone!"

"Understood! Long-winded!" Yang Denghuan raised his eyes and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was five minutes to five, and he stood up, ready to go out.

"Tell me, tell me." Wang Dazui grabbed Yang Denghuan's arm and said.

"What are you talking about? I told you that there is no news today. If there is news every day, I would still do this? I would have made a fortune long ago!" Yang Denghuan said with a curled lip.

"Alas!" Wang Dazui sighed, but he let go of his hands helplessly, and said dejectedly, "Then I can only buy a lottery ticket."

Lottery?There is a lottery in this era?Yang Denghuan was stunned again and asked, "What lottery ticket?"

"What other lottery? The Yellow River disaster relief lottery, the odds are one to four." Wang Dazui said.

Yang Denghuan suddenly remembered, didn't this guy say that the money was spent?How come there is still money to buy lottery tickets, eyes staring at him with a half-smile.

Wang Dazui understood, and said with a blushing face, "I just kept five yuan, and I thought I'd pawn it off and make some money."

"It's best to keep it. If there's news tomorrow and you don't have any money, then you're doomed!" After Yang Denghuan finished speaking, he put the pistol into the holster on his shoulder, put on his coat, and prepared to go out.

"The gun brand is great! You didn't see Qin Zhichao's envious eyes just now, wishing you could stick out two small hands from your eyes and snatch the gun away!" Wang Dazui said flatteringly.

"Nonsense! There are small hands in the eyes. You think "Fengshen Bang" is Yang Ren!" Yang Denghuan went out, and suddenly turned back and said, "Tomorrow morning, you go and deliver breakfast to Jiang Maocai!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Wang Dazui and hurried out of the corridor.

two hours later.

Wanghai Tea House.

Sitting in front of the wonton stall, Yang Denghuan chatted with the stall owner, praising the stall owner for the pure taste of the wontons and the delicious soup. The stall owner was delighted to hear that, and wished he could introduce Yang Denghuan as his first confidant.

Yang Denghuan talked to the stall owner occasionally, but his eyes were not idle at all. Although he seemed to be looking left and right, he could see the surrounding clearly from the corner of his eyes. After making sure that no one was following him, Yang Denghuan turned his gaze to the door of the teahouse.

The Wanghailou teahouse is not big, but it is a book teahouse, and it is very famous nearby.Many customers don't even have a bench, and they are willing to spend five cents for a large coarse porcelain bowl, and find a place that is out of the way in the teahouse, and squat there.Squatting there is naturally not to drink tea, but to listen to books.

The reason why Wanghai Tea House is so famous is that the long-term sitter in the tea house, Jin Buhuan, is proficient in two big books and has attracted countless audiences.

In "The Legend of the Nine Generations of Heroes of the Loyal Yang Family", others talk about the Yang family general, at most they talk about Yang Huaiyu's conquest of the west, but Mr. Jin's Yang family general talks about Yang Shihan's sweep of the north, which is a few months longer than others.

The other one is "Ming Heroes" that the old man Jin Buhuan is talking about now. When the old man talked about the wonderful things, there were bursts of applause in the teahouse, and there were loud applause from time to time.

During this period of time, the wonton stall had no one to eat, and the stall owner was very leisurely. He said with a smile, "The reason why I set up a stall here is to be able to listen to books for nothing! Mr. Jin's voice is so loud that you can hear it for real from across the street!"

"This is a specialization in the arts, and each has its own way. For example, I ate four bowls of wontons here, and each bowl was ten taels. This fineness is not far behind Mr. Jin!" Yang Deng laughed happily.

"My lord, you old sage, you are the master! My wontons are the old Liang family's handicrafts. It has been passed down from generation to generation since my great-grandfather. Ten wonton wrappers are one or two, and they are filled with one or two fillings, so ten wontons are two or two!" the stall owner said admiringly.

As Yang Denghuan was talking, the middle-aged man from yesterday walked over to the north street of Zhushikou, but today he changed into a blue quilted robe. If you don't pay attention, it may not be easy to recognize him.

But Yang Denghuan has a habit. When he observes memory people, he doesn't look at the clothes on his body, but at the shoes under his feet.

Usually people change their clothes frequently in order not to attract others' attention, but few people change their shoes, so it is more reliable to keep an eye on shoes than clothes.

The middle-aged man still had a copy of "Shushan Swordsman Biography" under his arm, looked left and right, no one was paying attention to him, and stepped into the Wanghai Tea House.

The teahouse was not deep. Yang Denghuan sat on the wonton stand and had a panoramic view of the situation in the teahouse. Seeing the middle-aged man enter the door, he found a seat on the right side of the door and sat down. He put the book at hand on the left side.

Yang Denghuan nodded secretly. It seems that the middle-aged man is an old underground man. The seat he chose is undoubtedly the most suitable seat for all the seats in the teahouse.

After sitting for a few more minutes, seeing nothing unusual around the teahouse, he stood up and put down a dime, took out "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" from the back of his waist, held it in his hand, glanced left and right, and walked straight towards the teahouse.

Yang Denghuan glanced left and right at the door of the teahouse, stepped in, turned to the right, sat down on the seat occupied by the middle-aged man, and put the book next to his right hand.

The middle-aged man stared blankly, looking at Yang Denghuan.

(End of this chapter)