******Liao Hongbo was sitting in the living room of his house, staring at the burning charcoal in the brazier in front of him, seeming to be thinking about something.
Since the case of Ma Xueli's son, he resigned from his position as a detective and stayed at home. He spent his free time every day reading, playing with the dog, playing chess, and walking around... His life was quite pleasant.
However, no one knew that he was not as happy as he appeared on the surface. Ever since the Japanese occupied Fengtian, the situation had collapsed, and Liao Hongbo felt tired just thinking about it.
The reason why he resigned from the position of detective was because he didn't want to be an aid to the Japanese, lest he be accused of being a traitor in the future.
Although no one calls him a traitor now, economic problems followed. Although he had a little salary when he was a detective, Liao Hongbo was generous with money and often helped people in need, so he continued to have a lot of money.
Not much. After all this back and forth, now I have begun to make ends meet and my life is becoming tight.
Shaking the purple clay pot at hand, Liao Hongbo shook his head mockingly, "At first he drank fine Yuqian for one silver dollar and one tael, but now he drinks Dalu tea for three coppers per catty."
The door curtain of the back room opened, and a tall woman walked out. She had a delicate appearance and a very hot figure. She was holding a child who was just one and a half years old in her arms. It seemed that she had not been a mother for a long time.
When Liao Hongbo saw the child, he immediately smiled and stood up and stretched out his hand to the child, "Good boy, come here and let daddy hug you."
The woman glared at him angrily, then turned around and gave Liao Hongbo a slap on the back of her head, "You still have the heart to hold your son? The house is almost full of trouble. You don't do anything all day long. All you have to do is sit down."
When we are drinking tea at Dou Niao, what will my son and I eat and drink?"
Liao Hongbo rolled his eyes at this sudden grab for nothing, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had really not made a penny these days and was sitting on nothing.
"You said that if you don't do your job as a good detective, why should you resign?" The woman seemed to be in a bad mood and continued to nag, "If you don't want to do it, just quit. You said you should find something to do, too."
Mr. Dongli asked you to be the instructor of the nursing home, and you won’t even pay ten dollars a month."
"When did I, Liao Hongbo, degenerate into looking after people's homes and nursing homes?" Liao Hongbo frowned. He had never paid attention to the work of looking after homes and homes, so naturally he would not do it.
The woman was furious and shouted at him, "We won't do this or that. We will eat and drink whatever we want. The northwest wind can help us."
Watching his wife return to the back room with her son in her arms, Liao Hongbo was silent for a long time and then walked towards the study.
There are three main rooms in his house, the middle one is the living room of the house, the one on the right is the bedroom, and the one on the left is his study.
After entering the study room, Liao Hongbo walked to the bookshelf without stopping, took down a suitcase from the top shelf, and placed it on the floor.
Liao Hongbo carefully dusted off the dust on the box, and then gently opened the lid, revealing two bright Browning pistols inside.
These are two silver-white Browning pistols. The handles are also engraved with detailed patterns, which look very elegant and elegant.
Looking at the two pistols placed on the flannel, Liao Hongbo was filled with emotion. These two guns were given to him by a friend of his in the United States. He has always treasured them. Unexpectedly, one day he was forced to sell the guns to make a living.
situation.
He took out two pistols from the box and inserted the magazines into the guns. Liao Hongbo flicked his hands, and the two guns rotated like windmills in his palms, and then disappeared and disappeared between his palms.
With a flick of the brush, Liao Hongbo inserted both guns into the holsters on his back waist, and then flicked his coat. This action was extremely cool. At this moment, he regained his demeanor as the number one detective in Fengtian.
But then, the look in his eyes dimmed. He took out the two guns from his waist and put them back into the box. He took another deep look at the guns and then closed the box.
Picking up the box, Liao Hongbo left the study and called into the bedroom, "Honey, I'm going to go out and do some errands." After that, he turned around and walked outside.
There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and then the woman rushed out and grabbed the box he was carrying, "Hong Bo, this is your life, how could you sell it like this?"
"If you don't have money to live, you can't save your life." Liao Hongbo smiled, but his smile was a bit bitter.
"Can't you find some other job? If it doesn't work out, wouldn't it be good to go back and continue to be a detective?" His wife tried to persuade him, hoping that he would change his mind.
Liao Hongbo sighed, reached out and pushed his wife's arm away, "You don't have to persuade me, I won't do that detective." After that, he walked out.
The wife stood at the door of the house, watching Liao Hongbo's slender body open the door and then disappear into the street outside. A tear slipped silently from her cheek!
After leaving home, Liao Hongbo's originally straight spine was bent again. He was a very respectable person and felt embarrassed to talk to others. If it weren't for this, it wouldn't be easy to borrow some money from any friend.
Carrying the box and walking forward on the street, Liao Hongbo didn't know what he wanted to do. He had never sold anything before, so he didn't know where to sell it.
Scanning the shops on the street in front of him, Liao Hongbo fell in love with a pawn shop. He took courage for a long time and then gritted his teeth and walked in.
The pawn shop was very quiet. Except for the two clerks and the shopkeeper lying down and napping behind the counter, there was not a single customer in sight. Liao Hongbo mustered up the courage to walk forward and said softly, "Excuse me, who is the shopkeeper?"
He didn't even realize that his voice was as low as a gnat's chirping. In addition, the three guys were sleeping deeply, so naturally no one could hear him.
After saying something and seeing no one paying attention, Liao Hongbo swallowed his saliva and said in a slightly louder voice than before, "Who is the shopkeeper? I'm here to pawn something."
Still no one paid attention to him.
Liao Hongbo had the urge to turn around and run away. After pondering for a long time, he finally gathered enough confidence to open his mouth and speak.
"Isn't this Inspector Liao? Why are you here too?" A voice sounded from behind, startling Liao Hongbo and he almost dropped the box on the ground.
Turning around, Liao Hongbo found that the person who came was none other than his former subordinate and a detective from the police station, so he had to bite the bullet and said with a smile, "Yes, Xiao Wang, I didn't expect you to be here too."
"Detective Liao, you must have come to see if there are any good things in the pawn shop, right? This is life, leisurely, really leisurely." Detective Xiao Wang looked at Liao Hongbo with envy and couldn't help but admire.
At this time, the manager of the pawn shop was also awakened. He recognized Liao Hongbo at a glance, and excitedly walked over from behind the counter and said, "It turns out to be Inspector Liao. What do you like? I'll give it a thumbs up."
I’ll give it a discount and send it home to you.”
Liao Hongbo felt that his face was burning badly. He walked out the door and said, "Let's do it another day, let's do it another day."
Watching Liao Hongbo walk out the door in a panic, Detective Xiao Wang and the shopkeeper looked puzzled, "Why is Detective Liao so anxious? Is he rushing to go home and hug his wife?"
I bet they thought Liao Hongbo had just returned from a trip and was anxious to go home and make out with his wife.
After coming out of the pawn shop, Liao Hongbo carried the box and ran away along the street. This experience completely destroyed his courage to sell things in the store.
Thinking about it, he, the famous Detective Liao, has a few unknown people in Fengtian City. Naturally, wherever he sells it, it will cause a sensation. This is something Liao Hongbo doesn't want to happen even to death.
But if you don’t sell your things, how will you live in the future?
Liao Hongbo was very irritable. He carried the box and walked forward aimlessly. As he walked, he arrived at a street intersection.
This street is not too wide, but it is very lively. The roadside on both sides of the street is filled with various stalls, almost one next to another, spreading from one end to the other.
These stalls sell everything from medicinal materials such as ginseng and deer antlers to needles, threads and brains. Moreover, there seem to be some prohibited goods outside, such as tobacco or ammunition, and some people are selling them on the street.
Strictly speaking, this street is a black market, but the officials in Fengtian know it, but they are too lazy to take care of it. They just collect some management fees here every month.
Liao Hongbo had also been to this street before to buy some things he liked. He knew that it was easy to sell things here and the prices were higher than in stores.
Thinking that no one knew him here, Liao Hongbo decided to sell the gun here and then go back to use it for his wife's living expenses.
"Baibao Street is indeed worthy of its name." Liao Hongbo's eyes lit up when he looked up and saw the horizontal plaque hanging at the street entrance. He carried the box into the street.
A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a white short shirt appeared on the street. He wrapped a piece of white cloth around his head and even covered his nose and mouth. He looked like an Indian and his appearance was very funny.
However, there are many strange-looking people on this street, so Liao Hongbo's attire can be regarded as ordinary.
Liao Hongbo was still a little worried about hiding his true appearance, so he took out his sunglasses and put them on. Now he looked like an uncle who turned on the light. It is estimated that if he went to the base, people would pay homage to him.
Holding the box in his arms, Liao Hongbo shouted in a voice that only he could hear, "Selling guns, commemorative limited edition Browning, the price is cheap."
Liao Hongbo already thought that his shouting was loud enough, but in this noisy street, it was like a mosquito buzzing next to a cannon. It was completely drowned out and could not be heard at all.
Poor Detective Liao is still working there, pretending to be a lamp puller, and shouting vigorously: