"This is enough for the teacher's meal today."

As soon as You Daoxiu said it, Li Zhifeng was a little curious: "Why?"

"I'm afraid you don't know this." Yu Daoxiu said with a smile: "Many people like to eat shrimp paste from the Philippines with fresh seasonal vegetables. It is extremely delicious. But now most of Manila's seasonal vegetables are provided to the government

And the American ones are expensive.”

Li Zhifeng frowned, as if he had thought of something.

"Just before you came here, I saw Mrs. Marcelo cutting off a big piece of meat." You Daoxiu said with a click of his tongue, "That piece of meat is not cheap."

has a problem.

You Daoxiu said before that these people live in poverty and poverty, which is different from what they were before the war broke out.

Despite the preferential treatment policy, after being exploited again and again, the money in their pockets is pitiful.

They can only make ends meet.

Looking at it now, the life of Marcelo and his wife does not seem so difficult, right?

Li Zhifeng was still a little worried: "Brother, how were Marcelo and his wife doing before?"

"What can I do? I'm not like most people?" You Daoxiu curled his lips and said, "There is no tomorrow, just live one day at a time. I probably don't know where to find money recently."

Li Zhifeng nodded.

You Daoxiu said again: "Speaking of which, tomorrow is the day when the city government will distribute subsidies to them. Brother, don't come tomorrow. Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not chasing you away.

In fact, at this time every Monday, the police know that they have paid out subsidies, and they will definitely come to blackmail me. As for me, if there is a fire at the city gate and the fish is in trouble, the police will still come to blackmail me, so every time this time comes, I simply don’t

It’s open.”

A smile appeared on Li Zhifeng's face: "That's right, I have something to do tomorrow."

…

Marcelo got up early in the morning.

It stands to reason that the mayor treats them teachers very well and gives them subsidies every week.

But this small amount of money was exploited layer by layer, and in their hands, not much was left.

But that's not the end of it. Once the money is obtained, the police are like dogs' noses. They will definitely come to the door after smelling it.

After all this, how much of this money can be left?

Sometimes, Marcelo simply doesn’t want to accept it.

But he could only think about it in his mind.

Although this amount of money is pitifully small, it can at least ensure that he and his wife can survive.

There is one more thing that is most important.

If you really don't want to collect the money, the police who come to your door won't care whether you go to get the money or not. They must get the money anyway.

When the time comes, what can I do to drive away these plague gods?

I took some money and waited in line for almost two hours.

Looking at the pitiful tickets he had received, and thinking that once he got home, more than half of these tickets would be lost in a short while, Marcelo couldn't help but sigh.

On the way back, Marcelo gritted his teeth and bought a pack of cigarettes even though he didn't smoke.

…

"came back."

Seeing her husband coming back, Mrs. Marcelo greeted him: "Thank you for your hard work on the road."

Marcelo smiled bitterly.

Taking out the money he just received from his pocket, Marcelo counted out three cards and gave them to his wife.

The rest was put back into the pocket.

Madame Marcello said nothing.

Sure enough, within half an hour, there was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door.

The couple looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.

What is supposed to come will still come.

Mrs. Marcelo returned to the bedroom.

Marcelo opened the door.

Sure enough, there were three policemen standing outside.

Two of them were old faces, and one was tall and tall, whom Marcelo had never seen before.

He must be the new police officer.

The leading policeman was called Cuca. He used to be a gangster. When the Manila Police Department began to expand, these gangsters all turned into policemen.

What kind of world is this?

As if he had returned to his own home, Kuka did not need to be greeted by the owner at all. He walked into the house and sat down: "Mr. Marcelo, you have had a hard day today."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

Marcelo smiled, poured a glass of water for each of them, took out the cigarettes he just bought, opened them, and handed them over one by one respectfully.

Kuka lit the cigarette and took two puffs without saying anything else.

At this time, Marcelo took out the note from his pocket and handed it to Cuca.

Kuka nodded: "Why is it missing?"

"That's all I got." Marcelo said with a sad face: "If you don't believe me, you can ask."

Kuka snorted coldly and put away the ticket: "Forget it this time, don't make it less next time."

Marcelo did not expect that the policeman was so talkative today.

Normally, after the police get the money, they should leave.

But today, Kuka was not in a hurry to leave: "Let me ask you something, have you seen your neighbor Bloor recently?"

"Who?" Marcelo was startled.

Kuka reminded him: "It's the one with two wives."

"It's him." Marcelo suddenly realized: "Sir, I usually don't associate with them, but it seems that I haven't seen him in a few days."

As he said that, he was afraid that the other party would have some misunderstanding: "Sir, I don't know him well, but in the past few days, I have been seeing his two wives going shopping alone, so I think he may have

I haven’t come back for the rest of my life.”

Then, he asked cautiously: "Sir, what happened to him?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Kuka said with a straight face: "As soon as you see Blore coming back, report it to me as soon as possible. There will be a reward."

"Yes, sir, definitely, sir."

Only then did Kuka stand up.

Marcelo sent the three policemen out.

Seeing them leaving, Marcelo hurriedly closed the door, leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

…

"Sir, what do you think?"

When he was a certain distance away from Marcelo's house, Kuca immediately changed his face and said flatteringly to the tall policeman.

Li Zhifeng smiled: "Very good, I will say a few good words for you in front of your captain."

Kuka was overjoyed.

This is the US military.

As long as he gets their favor, wouldn't it be a matter of time before he rises to prominence?

So, when Li Zhifeng found him and asked him to do something for him, Kuka felt that his opportunity had come.

He asked tentatively: "Sir, has Marcelo committed a crime? This guy is very timid. Let's scare him, and he will confess to everything."

"No need." Li Zhifeng shook his head: "You find two capable people, and you will personally lead the team. They will monitor this place for me 24 hours a day. If a stranger appears from Marcelo's house, take control immediately.

"

"Okay, sir, just leave this little thing to me!" ()

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