Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 291 How could you have a problem?

Lin Ze slept soundly in the dormitory all night.

The next morning, we went to the cafeteria to eat. The cafeteria of the gendarmerie headquarters was quite good. Not only did they have the food for the Japanese, but they also had noodles, wontons and the like. I didn't know if they hired local chefs or if the Japanese chefs had also learned how to make these things.

Although it tasted good, the bowl was too small, just like a tea bowl. There were only five or six wontons in a bowl. Lin Ze ate six or seven bowls in one go before he filled his stomach.

You don’t have to pay for meals at the headquarters, you can just use the meal vouchers.

However, Lin Ze seldom lived in the dormitory, and seldom ate in the cafeteria here. He had never gone to the finance department to exchange meal coupons. When he was thinking about paying, he didn't expect that the people in the cafeteria didn't want Lin Sang's money at all.

The officer in charge of the cafeteria smiled and said, "Team Leader Lin, you can just have some wonton soup, it's free."

Lin Ze took a look and thought it seemed as if he had invited this man to a Japanese restaurant in Bada Hutong to reminisce about the taste of his hometown. No wonder he was so polite.

So he put the money back into his pocket and took out two invitations to the Six Nations Hotel. "Brother, these invitations to the Six Nations Hotel are for Western restaurants. Bring girls with you. They are very useful!"

After hearing what Lin Ze said, the officer happily accepted it, but was a little puzzled as to what Lin Sang's way of speaking was, as it didn't sound like Japanese or Chinese.

I walked to the office building in front to find Kitahara Ransuke, but this guy had black eyes, as if he had been punched twice.

Sitting behind his desk and dozing off, Lin Ze asked in surprise, "Mr. Beiyuan, you didn't get any rest all night?"

Seeing Lin Ze coming, Kitahara Ranjie tried to cheer himself up and said, "Don't mention it. Kita-kun is like crazy. I now think that maybe the information dealer in Jinmen was deceived. The person who sold the information is not from the Military Police Headquarters at all?"

"What didn't Minister Kita find out during the investigation?"

Beiyuan nodded, "Lieutenant Xiao Jiang is absolutely right. What he said matches what the military police said. When they were on duty, they didn't get close to the dead mailbox, so it's impossible for them to see what was inside. After they caught the man, with so many people present, Lieutenant Xiao Jiang did take out the note and sealed it. He never opened it at all."

As they were talking, the phone rang.

Kitahara picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, Director Kita, um, Lin-san is here with me. Don't go to the interrogation room. Come over here and have a cup of tea. If you have anything to say, just ask Lin-san here."

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Ransuke shook his head and said, "Kita-kun has gone crazy. He wants to ask you questions. I asked him to come here. Lin-san, don't worry. Just tell him what you have to say. This is the Military Police Headquarters. No matter how high-ranking Kita-kun is, he can't do anything to you."

Kitahara is pretty good!

"Thank you, Kitahara-kun!" Lin Ze acted grateful.

Kitahara Ransuke smiled, "Lin-san, you're welcome. You're mine. If this matter wasn't so big and Kita-kun was already going crazy, I wouldn't have agreed to let him ask you. Haha, how could you have a problem?"

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Chongwenmen Street, Sun’s grocery store.

With Echizentani Si gone, business in the city of Beiping became much better.

And it happened that although many southern products could no longer be imported, Manchuria now began to ship large quantities of goods to Peiping and Tianjin.

In front of the shelves, the young man was happily dusting here and there with a feather duster.

"Boss, look at these things. I think these Manchurian products are better than those in Shanghai! From now on, let's not sell southern goods anymore. Let's sell Manchurian goods. How about that? Let's not talk about whether these Manchurian goods are of good quality or not, they are cheap!"

Master Sun was fiddling with the abacus beads from time to time. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you know why this Manchurian product is so cheap?"

"Hey, shopkeeper, as long as it's cheap, why do we need to know why it's cheap? For example, if I eat the jujube flower cake on the overpass and it tastes good, then I don't need to learn how to make it from others, don't you think?"

Master Sun laughed in silence, "You, you, I asked you to study and learn calligraphy, but you can't do it. But when you talk about this, you have a lot of different ideas."

As the two were chatting, a tall man walked into the shop.

"Is there anything about Dongyan?"

The waiter saw that this was an old customer. In the past, this man either bought needles or thread, but this time he was very generous. It was worth giving him the good tea!

"Yes, yes! Look here, the authentic Jiaohe tobacco is produced on the one-third acre of land at the Labakou in Piaohe Town. It's not fake tobacco from other places. Look at the tobacco leaves, how fat, how thick, and how shiny and golden they are. Go ahead and smoke them. After you finish smoking a pound of tobacco leaves, if you cough, come and slap me in the face!"

The man smiled and said, "I say, you are a good businessman! Okay, pack me two kilograms."

Then he walked to the side of Master Sun and said, "Boss, it's been a long time since we last met. Can I have a cup of tea?"

Master Sun stood up and bowed, "Look, please sit in the back and I'll make you some tea."

The young man was very happy. This Jiaohe tobacco was not cheap, 80 cents a pound. If he sold two pounds at once, he would get one dollar and sixty cents. This was a big deal for their small shop.

He didn't let the shopkeeper do anything. He first made tea for them and then quickly packed the tobacco leaves with oil paper.

At the back, Jiao Zhenguo, who was sitting with Master Sun, was drinking tea. "Old Sun, you have a lot more stuff here, right?"

Grandpa Sun nodded. "Since southern goods cannot be imported, the Japanese factories in Manchuria have taken the opportunity to dump them here. From fountain pens to nails and wire, they are all Manchurian products now."

"Old Sun, did you know that Yu Jinhe is dead?"

"There were rumors of something going on in the streets a few days ago, but no one knew that Yu Jinhe was dead. Who was responsible?"

Jiao Zhenguo smiled, "What a coincidence! If it was someone else who did it, I wouldn't know who it was. But this time, I don't need to check. I know who did it. He's an old acquaintance. I just don't know if he escaped."

Shopkeeper Sun took a sip of tea and said, "If the situation allows, I will help if I can."

Jiao Zhenguo glanced at Lao Sun and said, "Lao Sun, forget it. He is different from me. Even if you help him escape from the city, he will not cooperate with you."

Old Sun said seriously: "It's with us."

"Okay, come with us. If I'm not mistaken, this is most likely done by the man named Chen. He has killed too many people here. Even if he wants to contact us, do you dare?"

"Is it Chen Ninghe?"

Jiao Zhenguo nodded. "Back then, he and I killed Zhang Jingyao at the Six Nations Hotel. My feeling is not wrong. He must have done this."