Chapter 33 La Feifang
The Central Patrol Room on Xue Huali Road.
Cheng Qianfan signed in the sign-in book, and he also signed in for He Guan.
“Xiao Cheng.” Da Toulu handed him a beautifully wrapped gift box.
"How much?"
“Thirty yuan in legal currency.” Datulu raised his voice and looked around, then whispered, “Just give me ten yuan. The best packaging contains the inferior American ginseng.”
Cheng Qianfan nodded understandingly.
Deputy Inspector Ma Yishou came in cursing.
The guard room became quiet, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen. They probably heard words such as "fake foreign woman" and "pretend".
“Master, what’s wrong?” Cheng Qianfan asked curiously.
Seeing Cheng Qianfan, Ma Yishou's eyes lit up, "Qianfan, go ahead, there's a case on Lafayette Road, and you can speak foreign languages."
“Okay.” Cheng Qianfan nodded and put on his police hat, “Which one?”
“On the 15th, it’s the house of the foreign woman named Lu.”
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Cheng Qianfan couldn't hold back his laughter. No. 15, Raffaello Road, was a house bought by a wealthy businessman for his concubine. The concubine was Chinese, and she was named "Ruth". This woman was named in the patrol room:
We have to call the police for trivial matters. If the patrol officer fails to provide adequate service, he will even threaten to call Police Chief Inspector Ferguson to complain.
What irritated the police officers the most was that Ms. Ruth spoke foreign words when facing the Chinese people.
When the patrolman said he didn't understand, Ms. Ruth would hold her chin up proudly, look at her with disdain, and then reluctantly speak in Shanghainese, as if speaking Chinese would make her mouth dirty. .
Even a **** like Lao Mo thinks this woman is too much. He gossips in private that this woman always shouts in foreign languages when sleeping with her husband.
The police officers in the police station were extremely impatient with this woman, and no one wanted to deal with her police officers.
This was the case until Cheng Qianfan came to the patrol room for duty.
Cheng Qianfan, who speaks French and is handsome and handsome, seems to be quite popular with Ms. Ruth, and the number of police incidents in her family has increased.
Cheng Qianfan took two third-class Chinese prisoners out and happened to meet He Guan. When he heard that it was about Ms. Ruth's family, he was so happy that he wanted to go with him.
"Although that fake foreign woman has a bad temper, she is pretty." He Guan winked and said, "I think you should just accept it."
“Get out!”
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La Feifang area is a strictly planned high-end residential area. Only European-style garden houses are allowed to be built here, which are expensive.
To build a three-story house on Lafayette Road, it costs almost 30,000.
Cheng Qianfan works as a patrol officer, and his monthly income is one hundred and fifty French currency. This means that if he wants to own a bungalow on Lafayette Road, he will need to go without food or drink for nearly seventeen years to save enough money. .
A dead dog lay in the garden, and Lady Ruth was weeping far away.
The maid was talking in circles, but fortunately Cheng Qianfan was able to capture and understand: Ms. Ruth’s dog was beaten to death, and they only found the dead dog lying in the garden in the morning.
After her beloved pet was killed, Ms. Ruth lost her enthusiasm to invite Cheng Qianfan for coffee. Accompanied by the maid, she returned to the room, looked at the dead dog outside through the glass window, and continued to cry.
Cheng Qianfan knelt down and inspected the dog's body.
Opened the dog's mouth and went up to smell it. The stench made Cheng Qianfan wave his hands. The dog had severe bad breath.
"I have long said that the dog in this fake foreign woman's house will not die a good death." He Guan stared at the strong dead dog, his eyes shining brightly.
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This dog is very vicious and has bitten many innocent citizens. It is a famous dog in the Central District. If the owner had not had a strong background, he would have been dealt with by the police in accordance with the law.
Cheng Qianfan greeted Ms. Ruth and asked whether the owner would bury the dead dog by himself or...
“Take it away, you guys take it away,” screamed Ms. Ruth, saying she was scared to death of the dog.
“Okay then.” Cheng Qianfan nodded, wanting to say ‘I’m sorry but I’m sorry’, but felt it wasn’t appropriate.
“You have to help Jack choose a good place.” Lady Ruth cried.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Ruth, we will definitely help Jack choose the most suitable place to return to.” He Guan said loudly.
The patrolmen found a thick stick and hung the dead dog with its hooves in the air. Two patrolmen carried the dead dog back to Xue Huali Road one after the other.
Along the way, some citizens recognized that this was actually the famous dog Jack, and immediately ran to tell him. Others applauded and cheered the patrolman.
He Guan kept handing over to the citizens, feeling proud.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at the boy, clicked his tongue, and ignored him.
Jack had several threads hanging between his teeth.
This is very similar to the thread on Ms. Ruth’s silk scarf today. Ms. Ruth just seemed to be afraid of dead dogs and stayed away from them. Logically speaking, she should not have been exposed to dead dogs.
The position of the silk thread in the dog's mouth cannot be that it was put on during normal play. It must have been left in the root of the tooth by the dog's bite when it was fierce and struggling.
This only shows that there is some connection between the dog's death and Ms. Ruth.
Cheng Qianfan was a little more concerned and interested in this arrogant Ms. Ruth, who was so arrogant that all the police officers were afraid of her and avoided her.
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"Keiko, you shouldn't have agreed to the policeman taking Jack away." The maid said with a bad look on her face.
“Didn’t you notice the look in Officer He’s eyes?” Ms. Ruth said with a proud smile, “Don’t you think that the most wonderful ending for a dead dog is to be eaten by a police officer?”
"An unfamiliar dog!" Ms. Ruth gritted her teeth, and her beautiful face looked eerie because of the ferocious expression. "Like his owner, he should be cut into pieces and turned into feces!"
He Guan took two third-class Chinese policemen and carried the dead dog to the canteen of the patrol house.
“Be careful, Ms. Ruth knows about it.” Cheng Qianfan reminded.
"This is an autopsy!" He Guan waved his hand and said impatiently to a kitchen helper, "Go quickly and buy more aniseed."
"Is it bitter?" Cheng Qianfan was amused. When he saw him drinking coffee, Ma Yishou wanted to taste it, but he vomited it all after one gulp.
“This stuff tastes worse than cat urine.” Ma Yishou shook his head.
The cat urine he is talking about is beer, and many people are not used to drinking it.
"Add some sugar." Cheng Qianfan took out a jar from the drawer. There was a spoon in the jar. He put a tablespoon full of sugar. "Try it now, it's sweet."
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“Boss, what’s going on? Why isn’t this sweet?” A customer slapped the table angrily.
Many diners looked over and saw this man's face turning red, and shouted angrily, "Why is this tofu pudding so salty?"
When the diners heard this, they were unhappy.
“Isn’t the bean curd salty?”
“Yes, this tofu pudding is naturally salty.”
“Is there any sweet tofu pudding?”
“I think I’ve heard that sweet bean curd is eaten in the south. What do they think?”
Hearing the comments around him, the guest became even more angry, but in the end he did not dare to continue shouting.
Fan Laosan, the owner of Sanweiheng, hurried over and said, "Sir, our tofu puddings are all salty, not sweet. Please bear with me."
“Then you should tell me in advance.” The guest said angrily, “I took a bite of salted tofu pudding and felt uncomfortable all over. Is this for human consumption?”
These words aroused public outrage.
“What did you say?”
“You’re a Cantonese guy, I’ll beat you to death.”
The guest was frightened and was about to apologize. Two figures rushed up to him, picked him up and threw him out of the restaurant.
“Well done, Haozi.”
“Brother Hao, if you don’t take action, we will do it too.”
Everyone said one after another.
“Li Hao can just do these rough jobs.” Li Hao laughed and said.
“Brother Hao, is it the evening shift today?”
“The night shift, the cold weather, it’s unlucky.” Li Hao complained a few words, and then went back to finish the fried rice and Chaos with a boy and a half.
…
“Boss Fan, what are you thinking about? Pay the bill.” Li Hao handed over the banknotes.
“Sorry, sorry, I was distracted just now, so I’m worried about it.” Fan Laosan took the banknote and apologized again and again.
“If you have any difficulty, let’s talk about it.” Li Hao is an enthusiastic person and said, “There are so many of us, let’s see if we can be of any help.”
“That’s right.”
“It’s extremely, extremely.”
There were many people who were equally enthusiastic. Of course, some people were not happy to hear it. Who has the spare time to help people these days? However, they still responded in unison.
Fan Laosan sighed and said that his clerk Lai Xiaowu was beaten and had to rest for three to five days. The store was short of a clerk and it was not worth hiring one.
“Hey, what a big deal.”
“Just ask a helper for two days.”
“Boss Fan is so stingy, how can he be willing to do it?” someone shouted.
"Who said that? Who said this?" Fan Laosan said with a straight face, "Don't accuse someone's innocence out of thin air."
Here, after hearing this, Li Hao turned his head and glanced at the young man beside him, "Boss Fan, can you take a look at this kid?"
"No." Fan Laosan glanced at him. He was a half-grown man who lived in poverty. This boy could only eat two liang by himself and had to pay wages. He, Fan Laosan, had always been smart. How could he do such a stupid thing.
"No wages." Li Hao hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, "Just take care of the food."
Fan Laosan glanced at the young man again. He picked up the account book again and looked at how much Li Hao had eaten. He recalled how much the young man had eaten. After thinking about it in his mind, he picked up the account again. The abacus crackled and he finally nodded, "It's agreed, we won't pay you any wages, we will only take care of the food."
“Okay!” Li Hao nodded.
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Lao Huang from the medical room came in burping from wine.
“Old Huang, have you drunk again this morning?” Liu Bo looked up and said with a smile.
"Old Huang, you made a mistake this time. There is good meat in the canteen." He Guan said with a smile, "Why don't you save it for lunch and have a good drink."
“Where is Lao Mo?” Lao Huang ignored everyone’s teasing and asked with a blushing face.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Is this old man drunk?
"Lao Mo was injured on the job, so he doesn't have to go to work these two days." He Guan said immediately, "Old Huang, you are confused. You should know best where Lao Mo is."
"Of course I know... I know shit." Old Huang cursed, "Old Mo was supposed to come yesterday to change the dressing, but I kindly waited until midnight and didn't come."
Friendly recommendation of the popular book "The Guardian of the Human Race" by Baiju Yishu:
After resurrecting his life, Shen Changqing became a member of the Demon Division of Daqin Town. At this time, it happened to be a time of chaos and monsters, and strange things were rampant—
Slay the ghost-level monsters and complete the Pure Yang Skill!
Slay the resentment-level monsters, and the Tianwu Gangqi is complete!
Slay powerful monsters and break your own limits!
Behead—
A few years later, Shen Changqing transformed into a human guardian envoy, and all kinds of monsters and monsters bowed down!
“As long as I am here, the human race will never be destroyed!”
(End of this chapter)