After Cheng Qianfan left, his subordinate Alai asked Xia Wenqiao, "Third brother, you really pay 15%."
"When have I ever broken my promise?" Xia Wenqiao glanced at his subordinates, "Why, I can't figure it out?"
"Third brother, even if Cheng Qianfan is going to be the deputy inspector, let's just give him another 10% and get a 20% bonus in the end. Why give in an extra 10%?"
"You don't understand?" Xia Wenqiao shook his head, "It's okay if you don't understand. If you understand, you will be the boss."
He took out the upper drawer of the food box and underneath was a stack of red bean cakes.
He directly pinched a piece of red bean cake with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. Xia Wenqiao ate it and squinted his eyes, "It's quite sensible. Spit it out and you'll get half a profit."
"Third brother, if the man named Cheng hadn't coughed up this half-percent profit, would we really have only taken 10% of the bonus?" Alai asked.
"Brother Xia has always been quick to talk, so I have no problem with that." Xia Wenqiao sneered, "It's just that those old guys are probably unhappy. If they are unhappy, Cheng Qianfan will be lucky enough to enjoy it."
Alai was relieved, this was still their evil-minded Xia Sange.
"Shui Wa, Dalin, and Kang Bao, each of them has three whips." Xia Wenqiao said suddenly.
When the 'gunmen' suddenly rushed in, these three bastards were just watching the show and were shot 'to death' in the first wave.
"Yes, third brother." Alai nodded and went down carrying the empty food box.
Xia Wenqiao's face turned cold.
Some old guys in the gang have always regarded him as a thorn in their side and coveted the black market business in his hands.
Recently, Xia Wenqiao started to "not do his job properly" and fell in love with opera. Not only that, he also indulged his girl in misbehavior and acted in Lao Shizi's "New Version of Mu Guiying" every three days.
The news that Xia Wenqiao received was that some people had already relaxed their vigilance towards him.
Do you really think he is addicted to the stage?
Although Xia Wenqiao doesn't have much ink in his stomach, he has been smart since he was a child.
Acting...drilling, tsk tsk.
Xia Wenqiao clicked his tongue. At first, he pretended to be obsessed with the stage to confuse his opponent.
After two mischiefs with his sister, Xia Wenqiao had even more fun. He arranged for people to take turns playing gunmen and bodyguards, and those who performed poorly would be whipped. It was a great time.
In the eyes of the outside world, Xia Wenqiao was acting haphazardly, and his subordinates were beaten while accompanying him in acting. This was because he was out of his mind. Sooner or later, he lost support and his subordinates became disorganized.
From the information he secretly arranged for people to find out, his strategy initially confused the opponents in the gang.
Xia Wenqiao hummed a few opera lines proudly, and then scratched his scalp with some regret. He really wished that Cheng Qianfan didn't know what was good and what was good, and really dared to accept the 20% profit.
Cheng Qianfan is really so greedy and stupid that Xia Wenqiao doesn't mind operating in secret and letting Cheng Qianfan and even Second Lieutenant Pitt, Xiu Gongshen and others behind him have a fight with those old guys.
It's a pity that Cheng Qianfan, although he is greedy for money, he has the leeway to do things and is a character.
Young, capable, well-backed, and able to handle things clearly.
Such people can thrive in this troubled world like a fish in water.
Xia Wenqiao tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
After this incident, the relationship with Cheng Qianfan has improved to a new level, which can be regarded as a gain.
…
Cheng Qianfan was sitting on a rickshaw. There was a hole in the carport, through which he could see the stars in the night sky.
His right hand was subconsciously placed on the holster on his waist.
Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart.
This Xia Wenqiao seems to be a tall and powerful man with a cosmopolitan demeanor, but he is actually cunning and treacherous.
The nickname "Black Saburo" does not only refer to Xia Wenqiao's third eldest son and dark complexion.
It also refers to the fact that he is evil-minded and duplicitous.
Many people only know one but not the other.
In Cheng Qianfan's plan, it was already very ideal to be able to draw 20% of the bonus.
Xia Wenqiao took the initiative to give up 10% of the bonus, and Xu Yi only took 10% of the bonus.
Cheng Qianfan could see that Xia Wenqiao was sincerely willing to give up more of the 10% bonus.
Although he didn't know why Xia Wenqiao was acting like this, Cheng Qianfan suddenly felt alarmed. He asked himself that he didn't have the dignity to allow Xia Wenqiao to be so generous.
How capable you are, how big a bowl you carry.
He decisively accepted half of the profit and returned half of it to Xia Wenqiao.
This is the most appropriate countermeasure.
On the one hand, you must keep a thin line when doing things. This is Cheng Qianfan's consistent principle of doing things - you can be greedy for money, but you must be measured.
At the same time, he was able to avoid the trap set by Xia Wenqiao. Xia Wenqiao even had to lead him to spit out half of the profit.
"Officer Cheng, we're here."
"Thank you, thank you."
Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and gave him an extra dime. The rickshaw driver thanked him profusely.
…
After returning home, Cheng Qianfan locked the door directly and went up to the second floor.
First, he turned on the desk lamp, quickly wrote the information with his left hand, and then tore off the page.
He also tore off the remaining pages with writing marks on them, put them in a charcoal pot, lit them, poured water on them, and poured them into the toilet.
Quickly take off clothes and change clothes.
Then, I took out the cosmetic lotion and smeared it on my face. After the lotion dried, I looked in the mirror and saw that my appearance had changed a lot. In the dark night, if I changed my walking pattern, it would be difficult for anyone to recognize the person in the mirror.
Contact Cheng Qianfan...
Remove the bookcase, remove the floor tiles, and take out the Mauser pistol from the wooden box.
This was not the one he brought to Hangzhou. That pistol had appeared in Hangzhou and had been confiscated by the Xiongzhenlou Secret Service. He was not sure whether the Secret Service would have detailed records of this gun.
Just in case, Cheng Qianfan threw the gun into the Huangpu River.
He still cannot trust his "colleagues" in the Secret Service, and is worried that he may be exposed as a Secret Service agent because of these people in the future.
Cheng Qianfan carefully checked the Mauser pistol to confirm that everything was normal, and then took a spare magazine from the wooden box.
The wooden box was put back, the floor tiles were restored to their original shape, and the bookcase was pulled back to its original position.
Cheng Qianfan then turned off the desk lamp, held the flashlight in his mouth, removed the bulb, put it in the drawer, and replaced it with a burned out bulb on the desk lamp.
Then he lit the oil lamp. This was the oil lamp he had prepared in advance. There was very little oil in the lamp. The oil lamp would go out automatically after about half an hour.
After doing all this, Cheng Qianfan was about to go out from the window on the second floor. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then returned to the house and put down the bamboo basket hanging on the beam, which was full of dried dandelions.
He directly reached in and took out a cloth bag, which contained four German M24 grenades.
Cheng Qianfan took a grenade and put it in his pocket, then hoisted the bamboo basket onto the beam again.
He wanted to contact Comrade Wang Jun of the Shanghai Municipal Committee of the Red Party. Some intelligence and information needed to be passed on and communicated to the organization.
It had been more than a month since he left Shanghai. He didn't know if Wang Jun and Kang Erniu were still living in that safe house, let alone whether it was safe or whether they were being targeted by the enemy.
The revolutionary situation is getting more and more serious, and he must be more careful.
He opened the window again, rolled out, drew the curtains, closed the window, pulled the string, clicked, fastened the window bolt, put away the string, and climbed over the eaves nimbly, disappearing in just a few clicks.
