Mrs. Yang said she wouldn't add eggs to him, but in fact, there were two more eggs in the bowl.
Not only does it have more noodles than others, but there is also a lot more sauce in the bowl than others.
Zhang Junping snored and ate noodles.
Some people say that you should not make any noise while eating, otherwise it will be impolite.
But in Zhang Junping's opinion, it would be disrespectful to the chef to eat noodles without making any noise.
When eating noodles, you have to eat them slurpingly to feel energetic.
After eating and drinking, Zhang Junping wiped his mouth, stood up and walked out of the noodle shop.
"Baby monkey, where is my face money?" Old Mrs. Yang chased after her and shouted.
"Old Mrs. Yang, I came to give you a gift, but you still chased me for money after eating a bowl of noodles.
You are so ungrateful!" After Zhang Junping finished speaking, he ran away without looking back.
"Little monkey, I'll catch you next time!" Mrs. Yang cursed with a smile and turned back to the noodle shop.
Only then did I find a package on the dining table.
When I opened it, I found two bottles of soybean oil inside, as well as a lot of fungus, hazel mushrooms, dried bracken, pine nuts and the like.
Carrying it in your hand with a pad, it weighs more than ten kilograms.
"This little monkey!" Mrs. Yang showed a kind smile on her face.
"Mrs. Yang, what good things can Pingzi give you?"
"It's none of your business? It's all your fault! Don't act like a bitch all day, asking around." Old Mrs. Yang retorted, put the things away, and took them into the backyard.
Returning to the courtyard, Zhang Junping pushed on his bicycle and walked out of the courtyard again.
Riding a bicycle, I came to the warehouse I rented outside Guang'an Gate.
After opening the door and entering, Zhang Junping took out the mountain goods in the space, either in sacks or wooden boxes.
The entire warehouse was filled up all the way.
Then I left the warehouse and locked the door.
Then I rode my bicycle to Pigeon Market in Caishikou.
After walking around the pigeon market and not seeing Scarface, Zhang Junping went directly to Lin San's den.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, are you back?" Zhang Junping just stopped the car and walked out of the yard after looking for Scarface without finding it.
"Just came back! Is Mr. Lin in there?"
"Uh, um... Master Zhang, don't you know?" Scarface hesitated and asked.
"What do you know? Didn't I just say it? I just came back from a business trip." Zhang Junping said doubtfully.
"Master Zhang, let's go in and talk! Let's talk in the house!" Scarface respectfully let Zhang Junping into the house.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
"Well, the third master left and recited the words, and they were broken."
"When did this happen?"
"It didn't take long, just over half a month.
A group of fierce men came to look for food, and the third master and the other party just got into each other.
The two parties had a fight in Houhai, and as a result, the third master was stabbed in the heart with a knife, and he died on the spot." Scarface said sadly.
"What happened next?"
"Later, that group of people were taken away by the public, and I don't know what happened next.
Anyway, things have been peaceful these past few days, and no one has come to cause trouble."
"Then who is in charge of the pigeon market now?" Zhang Junping asked the question he was most concerned about.
"I am responsible for the moment, I won't know about it in the future." Scarface replied with some frustration.
"Why, someone is causing trouble for you?" Zhang Junping asked, looking at Scarface.
"Not yet, but... I don't know anyone from Mr. Zhang's official account..." Scarface didn't finish his sentence, but Zhang Junping already understood.
There is no official support, and the pigeon market cannot be opened just by being brave and ruthless.
"So you don't know what path Mr. Lin took?" Zhang Junping asked with a frown.
"I know, I've seen it before, but why do they support me?" Scarface understood clearly.
"Although no one is looking for trouble now, I know that there are many people who are thinking about this behind the scenes."
"Why?" Zhang Junping tapped the table with his hand, thinking whether he should help Scarface.
Scarface, despite his fierce appearance, is pretty easy to use.
But, how to help?
You can't just stupidly go to the streets and the police station and tell people that you are responsible for covering the Caishikou Pigeon Market, so you guys can save face.
"What does the person behind Mr. Lin do?" Zhang Junping asked a very critical question.
"Behind Mr. San is a deputy director of the subdistrict office.
Back then, Third Master’s father saved the deputy director’s life.”
"Oh I see!
In this case, I have a wolfskin mattress and a wolfskin cloak. I will bring them to you later. You go to the deputy director to show your loyalty.
Let’s see if we can take over Mr. Lin’s business.”
"Master Zhang..."
"Listen to me first.
It would be best if it can be done next, how to make offerings in the future and how to make offerings.
If it doesn't work, I'll help you find a way.
It’s just a deputy director, with a director and secretary above him." Zhang Junping said with a chuckle.
Zhang Junping has this confidence, he is the future son-in-law of Senior Official Qiu.
Caishikou Subdistrict Office is a subdistrict under XC District.
"Thank you, Master Zhang. Even if we fail to win the Pigeon Market, my life will belong to you from now on, Master Zhang. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west." Scarface raised his hand and swore.
"Okay, it's not like the old society, where people are raised to death. Why do I want your life?" Zhang Junping smiled and kicked Scarface.
"Master Zhang, I will be your death warrior from now on!" Zhang Junping kicked him, and Scarface fell to his knees on the ground and said solemnly to Zhang Junping.
"Get out of here! What does it look like!" Zhang Junping cursed with a smile.
"Hey!" Scarface agreed and got up.
"I bought some special cigarettes from Master Lin. Do you know where these cigarettes came from?" Zhang Junping asked again.
For Lin San, the most important thing to him is the special supply of cigarettes.
The special supply of cigarettes helped him a lot invisibly.
"Master Zhang, I know that cigarette.
I got it from a person in the General Staff.
That person comes over with a few cartons of cigarettes every month."
"Oh! I understand!" Zhang Junping nodded, "Do you still have it in your hands now?"
"Yes, because the price given by Master Zhang is high, Third Master has kept them all for you." Scarface said, entering the back room and taking out ten special Chinese pandas and two special giant pandas.
"This is from last month and this month."
"Not bad, if I receive something similar like this in the future, I will keep them all." Zhang Junping said with satisfaction.
"Understood, Mr. Zhang will keep such things for you from now on.
By the way, do you want the special Moutai?"
"Yes! Remember it from now on. As long as it has the words "special offer", keep it." Zhang Junping emphasized again.
"Understood!" Scarface nodded vigorously.
"Come on, come back with me and I'll get you a wolfskin mattress and a big cloak.
Try to get him done tonight.
I have a lot of things to do later, which I have to leave to you." Zhang Junping stood up and said to Scarface.
"You guys keep an eye on me while Mr. Zhang and I go to do something." After leaving the courtyard, Scarface told the two men standing at the door.
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