Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 2056 Happy Family (Fifth Watch Completed)
Mirza Oulu was in a pretty good mood.

After reprimanding those whimsical Chinese people in the morning, his mood improved miraculously, as if his prostate gland had been stimulated.

He had been in this excitement all afternoon.

The aircraft carrier of the Chinese wants to cross the Dr. Prussian Strait from his hands?There are no doors!
He suddenly felt that it would be cheaper to find a few Chinese people to reprimand him when he was free in the future than taking drugs.

When he got off work in the afternoon, Mirzaoglu drove out of the Ministry of State in a happy mood and walked home leisurely.

When he passed a teahouse called Blue Mood on the way home, he parked his car on the side of the road opposite the teahouse, and then entered the teahouse with his briefcase.

Unlike those who like to drink lion's milk and coffee, Mirzaoglu's favorite drink is Tuerqi tea, and he drinks several cups every day.

If you want to talk about which country in the world people drink the most tea, it must be the picture.

Drinking tea in Tuerqi has become the first drink of Tuerqi people, regardless of men and women, almost everyone drinks tea.

There are teahouses everywhere in the city, and there are even tea deliverers walking around the streets.

These tea deliverers all carry huge teapots on their backs and wear a belt full of disposable teacups around their waists, and their unique ethnic costumes can be seen at a glance.

If you want to drink tea, just say hello, and they will quickly pour you a cup of hot black tea.

You can taste the taste of tea by squatting on the side of the road.

People can often be seen drinking tea sitting or squatting under the roadside trees here.

Of course, Mirzaoglu can’t drink tea on the side of the road. If he wants to drink outside, he will definitely go to a teahouse, just like the teahouse called Blue Love that he walked into now is a place he frequents.

He has patronized almost all the teahouses in Tanbuer, but this teahouse left a deep impression on him. Almost every time he passed by here, he would come in and ask for a pot of tea to drink slowly.

Blue Fun is a men's teahouse, and there is no one of the opposite sex here.

Mirzaoglu found a free table and sat down, and the waiter brought over a tea set immediately.

A round tray, and a small tray with a slim teacup with a waistline on it, and a double-layer alphabet pot.

This double-layer letter pot is just like the ordinary teapots in Huaguo, the difference is that the teapots here are one big and one small, and the small teapot sits on the mouth of the big teapot, and it is also compatible with the lid of the big teapot.

First put water in a large teapot to start boiling, and put tea leaves in a small teapot.

After the water in the big teapot is boiled, pour it into a small teapot to make strong tea.Then continue to cook until the water in the small teapot boils, then pour the strong tea juice in the small teapot into the small glass cups according to personal preferences.Finally, pour boiling water from a large teapot into a cup filled with strong tea juice, add sugar and drink it.

This is a relatively time-consuming thing, and it usually takes almost an hour to drink a pot of tea.

Mirzaoglu is off work now, he has plenty of time, and he doesn't care about this hour at all.

While Mirzaoglu was making tea, a tea drinker who was in his 30s came across the table and nodded to Mirzaoglu.

This man was not drinking tea, because he didn't ask for tea but just looked at Mirzaoglu.

"Why don't you drink tea and see me?"

"Are you Mr. Mirzaouglu?"

Mirzaoglu frowned: "You know me?"

The other party shook his head: "Someone gave me fifty lire at the door just now, and asked me to give you this envelope." After speaking, the man took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it in front of Mirzaoglu.

"Who asked you to send it?"

"The guy standing next to that car across the street."

Mirzaoglu turned around.

The car across the street belonged to him, but there was no one beside it.

"What about people?"

"He was still there when I took out the envelope. It's weird, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye? I'll go out and have a look."

The person stood up and walked out.

Mirzaoglu didn't take it seriously, the envelope was placed in front of him, and it was written that Mr. Mirzaoglu personally received it.

Who is this letter to him?

Mirzaoglu was going to read it after drinking tea, but for some reason the envelope always made him feel uncomfortable, so he reached out to pick up the envelope and put it in his pocket.

It was past six o'clock after drinking tea, and Mirzaoglu drove home.

His family lives in a small villa by the seaside of Tanbuer, with a pleasant scenery.

Mirzaoglu parked the car in front of the house, did not get out of the car immediately, but reached out to touch the cigarette.

He rarely smokes, but every time he gets out of the car, he takes out his cigarette and lights it up before getting out of the car, which has become a habit.

Mirzaoglu reached into his pocket to touch the cigarette, touched the letter, and took it out.

After thinking for a while, I reached out and tore open the seal, and took out a photo from inside.

It showed a man in women's underwear, stockings, high heels, and a painted face.

As soon as Mirzaoglu saw this photo, his vision went dark, and there was a buzzing in his head.

For a moment, he seemed to be out of breath, his heart was beating wildly at the frequency designed for a machine gun, and the Venus in front of his eyes was dancing like fireflies in summer.

Mirzaoglu was still awake, he took out a medicine bottle from his underwear pocket with trembling hands, poured two pills and swallowed it.

After a few minutes, he finally calmed down a bit.

The first thing he has to do is to put that photo in his underwear pocket, destroy it, and never let his family see it.

The reason why it is not destroyed now is that he thinks this photo is still useful.

He began to recall how the letter got into his hands, recalling it again and again, the person who sent the letter was an irrelevant person, and what he said had a great possibility to be true.

When he entered the teahouse to deliver the letter, the person who asked him to deliver the letter stood by his car on the opposite side of the street outside the teahouse and looked into the teahouse, and left only after he was sure that the messenger had delivered the letter to him.

But what is the purpose of this person?
Mirzaoglu's head ached from thinking about it, but he couldn't figure it out.

The other party will never send a photo for no reason, right?There should always be something left, right?

Mirzaoglu looked at the envelope first, but there was nothing inside or outside the envelope.

He took out the photo again, looked at it several times, and finally saw a line of inconspicuous words on the front of the photo: Someone will look for you in the next few days, don't wander around.

Mirzaoglu took a deep breath.

"Dad! Why don't you get out of the car?"

Two children ran out of the villa, a teenage girl and a teenage boy holding a football.

These are the two children of Mirzaoglu. On the surface, he is in a high position, his wife is beautiful, his son and daughter are a happy family.

But when he thought of the photo on his body, Mirzaoglu's heart turned cold.

Will this happy family stay?

(End of this chapter)