() Although this courtyard is ordinary and shabby, and the guard at the door is the only one, it is actually loose on the outside and tight on the inside.
As long as the inspector makes a gesture, at least seven or eight good people will emerge from the door or the corner. Even the people selling cooked food and setting up stalls on the street are his own people.
Over the past 150 years, the office location of the Imperial City Division has changed several times, but one thing is certain.
That was the one who crashed into the Royal City Division's courtyard, and it would definitely not end well.
Naturally, Ximen Qing also noticed something was wrong, and Wu Song also raised his vigilance slightly, but after all, they were here to take up their new duties, so even if the streets were full of police officers, there would be nothing to fear.
Looking at the black-clad policeman squatting next to the threshold and looking at him coldly, Ximen Qing suddenly changed his mind.
Instead of showing the badge he got from Commander Ma, he took out the badge he got from Qinjia Village Old Qintou. Ximen Qing held it up and waved it in front of the black-clothed policeman: "My two brothers are
I was asked to find an old friend."
If you can become a Chazi, your eyesight will naturally be excellent.
As soon as the badge was flashed, the black-clothed police officer immediately memorized the pattern on it deeply.
To him, the pattern is familiar yet unfamiliar.
What is familiar is that at first glance, the pattern is indeed used by the Imperial City Division unintentionally.
What's strange is that the pattern is something he has never seen before in his several years of employment!
In addition, the material of the waist badge is quite different from that used by the Imperial City Division today.
Although he was suspicious in his heart, the police officer in black still kept his suspicion in his heart, nodded slightly and asked: "Who are you looking for?"
"Is there anyone here named Qian Gui?"
The black-clothed policeman hid it well, but Ximen Qing could still see the suspicion in this man's heart from the slight changes on his face.
"Money is expensive?" When the policeman in black heard the name, his face changed obviously: "You guys wait here, give me that badge."
Wu Song frowned: "Is this person here or not?"
"If you don't give me your badge, that person is not here." The policeman in black was very determined: "You can go back."
Ximen Qing smiled slightly, took the initiative to hand over the waist badge, and said loudly: "Take it and take a good look at it. Our brothers are entrusted by others, so there is no problem in waiting here for a while."
The black-clothed policeman did not take it directly. Instead, he raised his left hand, made a fist, and made a strange gesture.
The gesture is very simple, just extend your ring finger and bend it.
Ximen Qing secretly tried his left hand tucked into his sleeve. This gesture seemed simple but was really difficult to do.
The Imperial City Division is indeed no small matter.
Following that strange gesture, another policeman in black emerged from nowhere and bowed to take the waist badge.
The police officer in black from before ordered in a low voice: "Take it to Lao Zhang to see."
The latecomer shivered and turned around.
Within ten breaths, this waist card was in Lao Zhang's hands.
Lao Zhang is the oldest Chazi in this courtyard.
"I haven't seen this kind of waist badge for more than ten years." Lao Zhang took a look, put it in his hand and stroked the old pattern, and immediately made a judgment: "It's genuine, who is here?
What to do?”
Nachazi seemed to make a strange sound from his throat, which sounded full of suspicion: "A pair of brothers came here, saying they wanted to change the money."
When Lao Zhang heard this name, his expression was very strange, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: "Then submit it."
Immediately, the waist badge was placed on the old man's mahogany table.
The old man only glanced at it and immediately asked: "What does the person look like?"
The black-clothed police officer spoke in detail. He even described the appearance of Ximen Qing and Wu Song, including their clothes from head to toe. He even described the locations of several small moles on their faces.
once.
"Huh?" The old man also seemed surprised. It was true that this waist card came out of his own hands, but why did it fall into the hands of these two people?
Could it be?
The black-clothed policeman looked at the expression on the old man's face and became more and more curious.
Ever since he joined the Imperial City Division, the old man's face has always had an expression that never changed.
What surprised him even more was that the old man stood up from behind the mahogany table, moved his legs and feet slightly: "Let's go and meet you when I go over."
"What kind of world is it today? Could it be that the sun has risen from the west?" The policeman in black could no longer hide his shock.
The old man spent almost all his time in this windowless room, behind this mahogany table.
Who are the two people at the door, and what's going on with this belt?
The shocked policeman in black opened the door to the house, and the old man stepped forward, somewhat urgently.
The two of them came to the door one after another, Ximen Qingzheng was chatting with the policeman at the door, while Wu Song was observing the surroundings with vigilance.
"Where are you from?"
"How long have you been here?"
"Is the salary good here?"
Faced with Ximen Qing's questions, the police officer in black at the door felt that this guy was like a talkative guy, so he reluctantly answered one question, but Ximen Qing had five or ten questions waiting for him.
This feeling is even more troublesome than the evaluation every two years.
"Is it time for Lao Zhang to finish reading the cards?" The policeman in black at the door, faced with Ximen Qing's endless questions that almost overwhelmed him, couldn't help but glance towards the yard.
What surprised him was that his colleagues had returned, but they brought back a man who he couldn't believe even if he had his head chopped off.
Why did this old man come out on his own!
my God!
The black-clothed police officer at the door exchanged glances with his colleagues, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.
"I just have too much money, why are you looking for me?"
The old man looked at Ximen Qing and Wu Song at the door with a smile, and took the initiative to identify himself.
Ximen Qing also looked at the old man in his sixties, who was wearing ordinary clothes, not the black clothes Cha Zi wore.
"What on earth does this old man do in the Imperial City Division?"
Ximen Qing suddenly became confused.
"Old man, my two brothers were entrusted by someone to convey something." Ximen Qing sang.
Qian Gui nodded slightly: "Is that person okay?"
"Good health, no illness or disaster." Ximen Qing said with a smile, "I just miss it a little as I get older."
Before Ximen Qing could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old man waving his hand: "You two come with me."
The policeman in black at the door was shocked and made a gesture of invitation with his hands. After the old man said this, he turned around and walked into the courtyard. Ximen Qing and Wu Song followed suit.
The two policemen in black exchanged glances twice and returned to their posts, but they both felt their hearts burning with gossip.
what is it today!
There were more Imperial City Department personnel of various colors serving in the courtyard. Ximen Qing and Wu Song couldn't tell the difference yet. They were even more surprised when they saw everyone bending down to salute the old man.
Until a man in official uniform saluted the old man and said, "Master Gou Dang is so cheerful today!"
At this point, Ximen Qing suddenly came to his senses.
The Imperial City Division! The real powerful person in the Imperial City Division!
This Qian Gui was actually one of the two gangsters. It was no wonder that the policeman at the door looked at the two of them with that look when he heard that he was asking for Qian Gui.
Is this a taboo name that you can use to deal with money?
Ximen Qing and Wu Song looked at each other. No one had thought before that Qian Gui was actually a cheating official!
When Ximen Qing got the waist card from Lao Qintou of Qinjia Village, he thought it was just an ordinary inspector of the Imperial City Department, or a petty official, a minor official or the like.
It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance!
In deep shock, Ximen Qing and Wu Song were brought into their hut by money.
Qian Goudang closed the door with his own hands, pointed to the two chairs next to the table, and motioned for Ximen Qing and Wu Song to sit down and talk.
At this moment, the vague smell of sandalwood in the room made Ximen Qing pay attention to the bad situation.
No windows on all sides!
It's broad daylight outside, but the house is filled with candles and oil lamps!
Ximen Qing looked around at the empty surroundings, then looked at the piles of files and books on the table, and suddenly became speechless.
Is this the official's office or a prison?
Even so, there is no suffocating feeling in this room. Ximen Qing estimates that there are still some secret vents in this room. Otherwise, not to mention this old man, even a young man as strong as an ox would be suffocated to death.
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Qian Gui sat down on the chair and seemed to be breathing heavily.
He hadn't walked around the courtyard for a long time, and his eager steps just now seemed to have consumed a lot of energy.
Qian Gui rested for a while and finally regained some energy.
Immediately afterwards, Qian Gui asked a question that surprised both Ximen Qing and Wu Song.
"Why didn't you two identify yourself and instead took that belt?"
Before Ximen Qing and Wu Song could answer, Qian Gui knocked on the table out of habit, revealing the identities of Ximen Qing and Wu Song.
"Commander Ximen, Deputy Commander Wu?"
Seeing that he was exposed in person, Ximen Qing was not panicked. Instead, he smiled and asked, "How did you recognize the money transaction?"
"Haha young man, what do you do as Imperial City Secretary?"
Qian Gui seemed to feel that Ximen Qing should not ask this question, so he rummaged around on the table, found two pieces of paper, and placed them in front of Ximen Qing and Wu Song respectively.
On the paper are vivid portraits of Ximen Qing and Wu Song.
Although I don’t know when it was painted, Ximen Qing is still very satisfied with the artist’s handiwork.
The names of the two people were also marked in small capital letters in the blank space next to them.
"That's it." Ximen Qing responded with a smile: "My two brothers are new here. We originally wanted to borrow the badge to come in and see how the environment of the Imperial City Department was, but we didn't expect to be recognized so quickly."
Qian Gui also smiled and said, "Did you get that belt card from my brother Qin?"
Ximen Qing nodded and said: "That's right, Mr. Qin's place in Qinjia Village. Mr. Qin is very nice, but he really wants to go back to the current Qin Feng, after all, he hasn't seen him for twenty years."
"I haven't seen my brother Qin in twenty years either." Qian Gui squinted his eyes and said faintly: "There is no such person as Qin Feng in this world."