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Yang Denghuan was quite interested when he heard what Qiao Zhihe said. He leaned over and said with a smile, "From what you said, is there any story behind this?"

Qiao Zhihe was eager to chat more with Yang Denghuan. Hearing that Yang Denghuan was interested in the pile of loess, he smiled and told Yang Denghuan the origin of the pile of loess.

After hearing this, Yang Denghuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking that this little girl Ah Qi was really unlucky!

The Chongwenmen Nei Dajie Police Station is responsible for patrolling the streets of Nei Dajie, which is specifically under the charge of the public security team and the patrol police cabinet.

In principle, patrols are conducted every two hours, usually at midnight, two o'clock, four o'clock... and so on.

Ah Qi and others had mastered this pattern, so the time for transporting soil out was chosen between nine and ten o'clock. Since this time period was not close to the patrol time, nothing happened.

As luck would have it, last night, a detective named Fang Shiqin from the Chongwenmennei Street Police Station's detective team had a fight with his wife and was kicked out by her. He planned to spend the night in the office.

Who knew that on the road, we saw four large trucks carrying soil.

At first, Fang Shiqin asked the driver to stop at the station just to make trouble and vent his emotions towards his wife.

As a result, after three questions, the few people left the truck and ran away. Fang Shiqin then felt that there must be something fishy!
Fang Shiqin did not even sleep, and took the patrolmen from the patrol unit to pull the four trucks back to the police station overnight. He then organized people to search the entire area, but found nothing after a whole night.

The next morning, Fang Shiqin reported the incident to the chief, Yuan Ding, at a regular police meeting. When Yuan Ding asked him about it, Fang Shiqin also told him about the fight between him and his wife.

As soon as Fang Shiqin finished saying that he and his wife had a fight, there was a burst of laughter. Even the director Yuan Ding said that he was not serious. He was angry with his wife and actually came out to arrest people for fun! Now he wants the entire police station to play with him.

Someone even joked that just by hearing the name of the old house, you know that the couple's relationship is not good. This statement caused even more laughter.

Fang Shiqin became furious and insisted that something was definitely wrong and asked Director Yuan Ding to investigate thoroughly!
Then, the police station was divided into two groups. One group was Fang Shiqin himself, who believed that there must be something wrong with the loess, but they had to catch the person who transported the loess to find out what the problem was.

The other faction, almost all the detectives, thought that there was nothing wrong with a pile of dirt. Maybe it was just someone digging a well! Could it be that they were digging up some cultural relics?
Besides, they are just digging up some cultural relics in their own home, and it has nothing to do with the police station!
It's not that the detectives don't want to investigate, the point is that it's clear that there's no money to be made. What's the point of investigating? Why bother with that in such hot weather?

After a while, the two groups argued endlessly, which made Director Yuan Ding very troubled.

Logically speaking, he should listen to the majority, and Yuan Ding didn't want to check. Could he really find out two gold ingots?
But Fang Shiqin was not someone you could easily mess with. He loved to complain. Whenever something happened, he would run to the police station to complain to his former boss, Deputy Director Bai Wendi.

In the words of Fang Shiqin, "those barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes." If you have nothing on your head, why should you be afraid of those wearing hats?
The key point is that Bai Wendi is happy to see this kind of "lower-ups", so as long as Fang Shiqin reports, Bai Wendi will immediately investigate. It is said that the previous two police chiefs were both sued by him, so Chief Yuan Ding is quite taboo about him.

Now these people are still in a meeting, arguing over whether to investigate or not.

After listening to Qiao Zhihe's joking story, Yang Denghuan also joined in a few jokes before leaving the Chongwenmennei Street Police Station. When he left, Yang Denghuan took another look at the several trucks of yellow soil in the yard, thinking that these people were probably suffering from idleness, so it seemed that they had to be kept busy. Once they were busy, they would have forgotten about this trivial matter!
As for the "digging a well" mentioned by Qiao Zhihe just now, this is a good reason. He can remind Cao Youguang through Zhao Zhonghai later. By making such a "disguise", he will have an excuse if the case is really investigated.

Thinking of this, Yang Denghuan quickened his pace and walked towards the roadside.

at the same time.

Liu Hongguang stood in front of the large mirror in the main room, looking at his own clothes.

He was wearing a homespun jacket and trousers, a towel wrapped around his head, and a pair of wide sandals with thousand-layer soles. The shoes were old, and the soles were worn to the edges. He looked like a country boy coming to the city.

Liu Hongguang looked around and was very satisfied with his outfit. He thought that if he were to apply for a job as a handyman or a cook, this outfit would be most suitable for his position.

As for the reasons, these are easy. There are wars everywhere now, and refugees are running to the city in droves to find a job to eat. Isn't that normal?
Liu Hongguang took out the certificate of good conduct made for him by "Fo Qian Deng" from his pocket and read it carefully again.

There is no problem with the certificate. The paper, the seal, and the ink are all correct. If you are not an insider of the police station, you cannot produce a good citizen certificate of such pure quality.

The photo pasted on the certificate of good conduct was a photo of himself that had been taken not long ago. I don’t know what method the “Buddha Lamp” used to make it look old, and it doesn’t look like a new photo at all. Even the seal on the photo looked like it had been there for some time.

Liu Hongguang had to admire that "Fo Qian Deng" was very professional when it came to making fake certificates. This certificate would be indistinguishable from the real thing if there were no problems with it and the police did not specifically check it!

The name on the certificate is Pang Sanshi, and his hometown is Shandong. Liu Hongguang even suspected that when "Fo Qian Deng" made this certificate, did he already have this plan in mind?
Otherwise, why would he list his native place as Shandong? Isn't this clearly asking him to be a cook?
As we all know, most of the restaurants in Beijing are run by people from Shandong, and most of the cuisine they serve is Shandong cuisine.

Even the Quanjude roast duck restaurant where Liu Hongguang is applying for a job today is authentic Shandong cuisine!

After getting dressed, Liu Hongguang checked himself carefully again before leaving the house and walking towards Qianmen Street.

Liu Hongguang went there on foot. He was very self-aware. With his outfit, it was good enough that he didn't have to pull a cart. How could he dare to take a car?

When he arrived at Qianmen Street, Liu Hongguang did not go to the main entrance. Since he came to recruit work, he had to know the rules. Why would he go to the front entrance if he didn't want to eat?

If you want to get a meal, you have to stay at the back door.

Liu Hongguang went around to the back door of Quanjude, found a sheltered corner and squatted down, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, leaning against the wall, his eyes looking around.

After a while, a young man wearing a melon-shaped hat and an apron came out from the kitchen. He was holding a black iron bucket in his hand and looked like he was going out to dump something.

As soon as the young man came out of the kitchen, he saw a man squatting in the corner. He felt a little puzzled, so he walked away with the bucket in his hand, looking at Liu Hongguang.

When Liu Hongguang saw the young man looking at him, he also looked at the young man. The two of them stared at each other for a while until the young man came back after finishing his work in the tin bucket.

"Why are you squatting here? Go before dinner." The young man raised his chin towards the main entrance and said.

"Look at me, do I look like I'm eating?" Liu Hongguang said in Shandong dialect.

"Well, that's true. I think you look like a beggar." The young man was quite talkative and made fun of Liu Hongguang.

"I'm not a beggar! A penny can make a hero fall. Even Brother Qin had to sell his mace and horse to make a living, let alone me?" Liu Hongguang said with his head shrunken.

"Oh, the mouse is chewing the chamber pot, and its mouth is full of words. What do you want to do here?" the young man said with a smile.

"I'm looking for a job! Just give me a meal after I finish the work!" Liu Hongguang said, looking up.

"Looking for a job here? Can you find one?" said the young man.

"In a big restaurant, you don't always need people in the kitchen! If someone wants to book a banquet, you have to hire one or two extra workers! Quanjude is the best restaurant in the world, so if there are many people to prepare banquets, I can be a handyman." Liu Hongguang said in a sullen voice. "Hey, you know a lot! Who told you this?" The young man started chatting with Liu Hongguang while holding a bucket.

"My second uncle told me!" said Liu Hongguang.

"Where's your second uncle? Why can't I see him?" The young man pretended to look for him everywhere.

"He died a long time ago. If you want to see him, you have to burn some paper money first and see if he is willing to come up." Liu Hongguang looked at the young man proudly with a cunning look in his eyes.

"Okay! You look quite smart. You came here by chance today. It happens that Grandpa Zhou's grandson is celebrating his one-month birth and is entertaining guests. The kitchen is short of staff. Come in with me?" the young man said with a smile.

"Really? I heard that we at Qinxing are recruiting handymen, but we have to provide them with meals first, and they have to be well fed!" Liu Hongguang stood up immediately and followed the young man to the kitchen.

The young man went into the kitchen and whispered something to a middle-aged man who looked much more impressive than everyone else, his eyes occasionally looking at Liu Hongguang.

"This is our master chef, just call him He Dazao!" the young man said, pointing at the middle-aged man.

"He Dazao!" Liu Hongguang shouted at the top of his voice.

The young man was startled and said unhappily, "Why are you making such a loud noise? You scared me."

"Didn't you tell me to shout?" Liu Hongguang said confidently.

"What's your name?" He Dazao was not angry, and there was even a smile on his face.

"Big guy!" Liu Hongguang said in a muffled voice.

"Big guy? Is there anyone with a surname of big? Show me your good citizen certificate." He Dazao stretched out his hand.

"Yes! I have the good citizen certificate." Liu Hongguang said as he took out the good citizen certificate from his pocket and handed it over.

"Isn't your name Pang Sanshi?" He Dazao took a quick glance and returned the ID to Liu Hongguang.

"That's my big name. People don't usually call me that. They just call me Big Guy because I'm tall," said Liu Hongguang.

"What can you do?" He Dazao asked again.

"I can fry, stir-fry, cook, stew, braise and stew!" Liu Hongguang said proudly.

"Oh, that's quite a job! You can peel that basket of green onions first." He Dazao said with a smile, pointing to a large basket of green onions by the wall.

"Oh my God, there are so many green onions, enough for all of us in the village to make dumplings!" Liu Hongguang said exaggeratedly.

"So, being able to cook does not necessarily mean you can cook in a big restaurant! I guess in your village, setting up ten or eight tables is considered a big deal, right? Did you know that just for roast ducks today, Old Master Zhou has ordered two hundred! How many green onions does that require? These are not enough! I have sent someone to buy some, and we will need almost this full basket later!" He Dazao said with a smug look on his face.

"Then we have to eat first!" Liu Hongguang said.

"Pancakes wrapped with green onions, just what you like!" He Dazao pointed to a basket of pancakes on the stove and said with a smile: "The pancakes are there, the green onions are in the basket, make them as much as you can, a real man is one who can eat and work!"

Liu Hongguang was not polite either. He took out two green onions from the basket and stood them up until they were almost as tall as himself. He praised them and said, "These green onions are very good. They are almost as good as the green onions in Zhangqiu!"

"You know what's good! This is Zhangqiu scallion!" He Dazao gave Liu Hongguang a thumbs up and praised him. Then he said with a stern face, "Eat quickly! After you finish your work, I'll give you another meal and twenty copper coins!"

After saying that, He Da Zao did not forget to remind him: "There is meat!"

Liu Hongguang showed an excited look on his face, rubbing his hands together and asked, "Is there meat? Really meat? Does it mean you can fill yourself up?"

"Eat as much as you can, but there is one thing: there are no elderly people over 70 years old at home. You are not allowed to bring any food out," said He Dazao.

"What if there is a 70-year-old person in the family?" Liu Hongguang asked.

"Each elderly person can bring a portion of duck bones!" He Dazao asked curiously, "Why are you asking this? Do you have any elderly people over 70 years old in your family?"

"No! I'm just asking casually. It's okay if you don't answer." Liu Hongguang answered seriously.

He Dazao was so angry that he laughed. He raised his leg and kicked Liu Hongguang, then scolded him with a smile: "You are quite interesting, hurry up and eat and work. I will listen to your jokes in the afternoon when I am free!"

"I'm not telling a joke." Liu Hongguang muttered, grabbed a pancake, rolled a piece of scallion in it, and took a big bite.

"Otherwise I'd have to find a job in a big restaurant. They eat well! Other places have steamed corn bread and pickles, but here they have big pancakes wrapped with green onions. It would be even more delicious if there was a duck rack!" Liu Hongguang muttered as he ate, looking left and right, sizing up the kitchen environment.

It is no different from the back kitchen of an ordinary restaurant. What is the purpose of the "Buddha Lamp" making him lurk here and wait for orders?
However, since we are here, we should make the best of it. This is all we can do now. Liu Hongguang took another big bite of the pancake and thought.

police station.

Yang Denghuan walked into the courtyard of the Special Agent Department. It was almost half past nine. When he walked into the office, he happened to meet Ai Ya walking around in circles in the office anxiously.

"What are you doing? Why are you like an ant on hot pot?" Yang Deng said with a laugh.

"You're here! I was so anxious!" Aya said as she handed over a page of manuscript paper.

"What is it?" Yang Denghuan asked as he took it.

After getting the manuscript paper, Yang Denghuan took a look and saw that it was covered with lines of numbers.

"This is..." After just saying two words, Yang Denghuan's eyes narrowed and his expression became serious!

Among the lines of numbers above, there is actually the phone number of my office!
What's going on? Yang Denghuan looked at Aiya. (End of this chapter)