Siheyuan: Kill Han Qingkui, Tian Zao is entangled with me

Chapter 82 Your big yellow croaker is delicious!
"It seems that they also have some concerns, but Master Yuan can't cook, so he relies entirely on his apprentice Nan Yi."

"It's enough for them to know how to eat and appreciate the taste. How many bosses do it themselves? He is an executive chef in the US and Western Europe, right?"

"You know a lot. If you couldn't give up your current job, I would really like to take you with me."

"Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."

Lou Zhenxing simply couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"So, these shoes are mobile telegraphs?"

"Try?"

Lou Zhenxing put on a pair of Italian handmade leather shoes and started tap dancing.

"Sure! You can do this too? It's about the same idea."

"You're going to make another pair?"

"We are running low on materials. Can you get these parts?"

"Others may not know, but I can think of a way. How long will it take? These parts don't seem to be used only for telegraphs. Are they eavesdropping devices?"

"I'm giving it to you too. You can use it when making a fire."

"In that drawer, I got you some film for the Zeiss camera, and a Zeiss intracavity camera as a backup."

"I won't say thank you. Well, the experiment was successful, I'm going back first. By the way, didn't your brother tell me where he put the duck ticket he gave me?"

Lou Zhenxing was convinced and threw out two books of duck tickets from the drawer, one from Bianyifang and the other from Quanjude.

What a generous act!

There are fifty pages in one book, which is enough for a long time.

"No expiration date?"

"The Lou family's reputation must be sold."

understood.

Zheng Chaoyang started performing magic again, stuffing those tools back in an inexplicable way.

"By the way, I've been putting it on the bottom of my shoe, and it's hurting me. It's also my start-up capital."

Seeing two large yellow croakers with foot odor being poured out of Zheng Chaoyang's boots, Lou Zhenxing was completely convinced.

"Is there any more?"

"Don't worry! I'll take off my shoes, please move away, I'm afraid the smoke will fumigate you."

There was a clanging sound, and more than thirty large yellow croakers fell out of the two boots at once.

"You went robbing?"

"I went there and made a small profit, a total of forty large yellow croakers, 999 gold."

"Did you trick Tan Gu Zhai in Liulichang?"

"Did it spread so quickly? Don't tell anyone! Zhang Dakui is a rude person, just teach him a lesson. Has your brother sold the old grain?"

"You know everything? It was indeed sold. Those people are so grateful. I guess they are going to make a big move recently. It must have something to do with Wei Qiang."

"I know, this old guy thinks that everyone else is stupid and he is the smartest. I have to make him bleed a little, a lot, so that he won't dare to play tricks on me."

"By the way, what's the matter with Xian Dengkui? He came to our house one day and talked about the matter of Maozi's hundreds of thousands of cotton-padded clothes. He actually offered to help get them back. My brother agreed and gave him a good job. He should be able to make some money."

"This old guy is very cunning! Let's get these hundreds of thousands of cotton-padded clothes back to the city first! I'm leaving now."

Looking at the disassembled telegraph on the table, Zheng Chaoyang integrated the telegraph and the antenna and took it away directly.

"You don't even try to pretend. Take it. I'll tell my brother later." Seeing Zheng Chaoyang's embarrassed look, Lou Zhenxing did another tap dance and waited for the telegraph office to send the telegram tomorrow to review the effect.

Lou Zhenhua hurried back to the study, wanting to show off to Zheng Chaoyang, but found his younger brother tap dancing alone in there.

"What about people?"

"He took the rest of the telegraph away with him. I told you."

"Didn't he take the stamps and the film?"

"How could there be none? He took them quickly! He said the more the better."

"Just like his temper, haha. Can you guess how much these three copies of the Diamond Sutra are worth?"

"It's just two books, isn't it? He said he gave one to Xiao'e, so if you sell it for him, you won't get anything good."

The joy was almost gone in an instant. "It's possible. Well, let's just leave it to Xiao'e. Have you gathered the team for your fast food restaurant?"

"Those two chefs may not be enough. I prefer chefs from Jingkou. With my sister-in-law's chef from Chuankou, I'll go back to Fengze Garden and find a few chefs from Lukou who are willing to go with me. Brother, do you know any chefs from Shanghai?"

"Tsk, what good chefs are there in Shanghai? Aren't they all sweet? Besides, those people at the Peace Hotel are too picky. Didn't he say he would introduce a chef to me? This guy just left like that?"

Zheng Chaoyang threw the telegraph machine into the space, then collected the dozen rolls of Zeiss film and the camera, and then two dollars in cash.

But you can't give too much at once, the best way is to proceed step by step.

[Repair system is on, parts are currently missing, modification/repair/other suggestions]

It must be something else.

[The Soviet pocket transmitter has been completed and entered space]

Frog fun, the transmitters and antennas are gone, replaced by a palm-sized metal box with a built-in antenna.

So small and easy to carry.

A war of words finally broke out between No. 95 and No. 97 Nanluoguxiang tonight.

The cause was that Tong Xiaoting was practicing singing with a coal core and disturbed the old lady in the backyard who was resting.

In the past, there were not many residents in Yard 95, and the old lady would only complain a few times at most.

It’s different now. After the liberation of the city of 1949, a lot of refugees poured in. They were all arranged by the street government to live in these large compounds, and there were good and bad people mixed together.

The Luoguxiang area also became a place where the population of Jiaodaokou increased rapidly.

In addition, a few more lively people in the yard came out and said that the old lady was a military martyr's relative, and took out some black-and-white photos. The residents in the yard couldn't help but believe it and treated her like an ancestor.

Besides, you can just start practicing your voice before daybreak. You have to go to work anyway, so just think of it as getting up early.

But it's really too much for you to practice singing at night.

There is not much entertainment now. After dinner, I just fiddle with the baby and go to sleep.

As the voices of opposition grew louder, Tian Zao became dissatisfied.

"You said it is, right? We have lived in the same courtyard for so many years, how long have you been here?"

"How can you talk like that? You've even taken out a yellowed photo of an old lady. How can it be fake?"

"I don't know if it's true or not. Last time, Director Li from the Sixth Street Government came to the hospital several times to verify the old lady's identity, but she refused to cooperate. This is such an honorable thing! Why do you have to hide it?"

Not to mention, Tian Zao's words were well-reasoned, and some residents of No. 95 had already begun to back off.

"Tian Zao, you have to be reasonable. We are talking about the problem of your courtyard practicing vocalizations at night that disturbs the neighbors. Why did you bring this up with the old lady? This is a bit unreasonable!"

(End of this chapter)