Chapter 11 The Eleventh Day of Not Running Anymore The eleventh day of not running...

Chapter 11 The Eleventh Day of Not Running Anymore The eleventh day of not running...

"Old Song!"

Old Song had been back in Beijing for several days and was eating mutton with some friends in front of a mutton soup restaurant, bragging about his experiences in Shenzhen, when he heard a steady shout.

He suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed his neck, and his whole body shuddered. He turned his head and saw Boss Song walking over with several of his underlings.

When those cronies saw Boss Song coming over, they quickly greeted him and then scattered and disappeared.

"Boss, why did you come to this place? This little place is so dirty."

Old Song's wrinkled face broke into a smile. Seeing that Boss Song was about to light a cigarette, he quickly struck a match and went over to help him light it.

Old Song lit a cigarette with his match, took a deep drag, and tapped his shoulder with his finger. "People told me you were back a while ago, but I didn't believe them. I didn't expect you to hide in this place. Well, you've come all the way to Tongzhou. That's pretty remote. Are you avoiding me or...?"

Old Song is not young, over forty years old. He was imprisoned during the crackdown in 1983 and went to Xinjiang to serve his sentence. After returning a couple of years ago, he made a name for himself in Beijing. He is a well-known smiling tiger.

Although Old Song was related to Boss Song, he was intimidated by his cousin, who was of a lower generation than him. "Boss Song, how could I be avoiding you? It's just that I just got back recently and haven't finished dealing with some things yet, so I wanted to..."

Before Old Song could finish his fabricated story, Boss Song kicked the table over.

The scalding hot mutton soup on the table splashed down, scalding Old Song so much that he immediately jumped up.

Old Song didn't dare to complain, so he pulled his clothes aside to avoid the situation.

When the owner of the mutton stall came over and saw that something was wrong, he hid to the side.

Several henchmen brought a chair for Boss Song to sit down.

Boss Song nodded to Old Song, "Come here."

Old Song walked over with a pale face and a timid expression.

“Say it again what I told you back then,” Old Song said, his feet stomping on the greasy ground.

Cold sweat beaded on Old Song's forehead. "Boss, it was my fault, but I've already done what you asked me to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Boss Song.

Old Song stomped on his face, twisting half of Old Song's face into a distorted shape. "I'll ask you one more time, what did I tell you back then?"

Old Song had to rack his brains to recall, "You...you told me to keep an eye on Chen Bozheng in Shenzhen, and eventually come back with Chen Bozheng!"

Old Song squatted down, slapped Lao Song's face, and said, "Look at you, your memory is pretty good, isn't it? Now, where are Chen Bozheng's group?"

"Boss, they've already been swindled out of their money. Chen Bo is trying to kick me out, so I had no choice but to come back," Old Song complained bitterly.

He acted all high and mighty in front of Chen Bozheng and his gang, but now he's so obedient in front of Boss Song that he'd practically kneel down and lick the soles of his shoes.

"What's going on with that order?" Boss Song took a deep drag, shook his cigarette, and the butt landed on his face. He had broad shoulders and a menacing tattoo on his back, like a venomous snake.

Old Song said mournfully, "I don't know either, but they might have tricked Boss Ye. Don't worry, they have no relation to Boss Ye. How could Boss Ye let them take the goods without paying?"

"What style did they order?" Boss Song's expression relaxed a bit as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

Old Song hurriedly replied, "It's the style you told them about. I remember it clearly, there's absolutely no mistake."

Only then was Boss Song satisfied. He stood up, waved to his underlings, pointed at Old Song, and said, "You keep an eye on Chen Bozheng and his group's movements. If you hear anything, come and tell me. If you act on your own again, next time I'll break your legs!"

Old Song nodded and agreed.

Chen Bozheng and his group got off the bus carrying large and small bags.

The more than 10,000 treasury bonds filled three full suitcases.

After getting off the bus, Chen Bozheng and the other two were very tense. They were carrying what could be considered all their savings. If they were robbed or stolen, they would be finished.

Chen Bo had only taken a few steps when he heard someone say, "That girl over there is really hot."

Chen Bo subconsciously followed the person's gaze and saw a pretty girl standing in the waiting area.

It's fair to say that at this very moment, nine out of ten men around here are watching that figure.

The figure was slender and graceful, with long, seaweed-like hair that danced in the air. Her silk shirt accentuated her ethereal气质, and her suit skirt reached her calves, revealing her fair and slender legs.

"Brother Zheng!" The fat man spotted Chen Bozheng immediately, said something to Wen Chan, and ran over to Chen Bozheng.

Wen Chan lagged behind and followed at a leisurely pace.

Is this really the sound of cicadas?

Chen Bozheng was somewhat hesitant to recognize him.

"Why is my sister-in-law dressed like that?" Lin Qingfeng was startled. "When we first saw her, we thought she was a rich girl from a wealthy family."

"Isn't it beautiful? My sister-in-law works at a garment factory, and the boss bought it for her. It's expensive, over two hundred yuan!" the fat man excitedly introduced, helping Chen Bozheng grab his luggage bag and squeezing ahead to clear the way.

Wen Chan met Chen Bo's scrutinizing gaze, a smirk playing on her lips, and she even twirled around, asking, "Is it pretty?"

Chen Bozheng coughed and said, "It's alright. It seems you really do get what you pay for."

His ears turned slightly red, but it was barely noticeable. He changed the subject, saying, "Why did you go and help someone else?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man couldn't wait to speak up, "Brother Zheng, you don't know, my sister-in-law has been doing a really good job as a translator these past two days. I heard the foreign translator say that her English is fluent and authentic."

Wen Chan's lips twitched. "It's a London accent."

“That’s right, it’s a London accent!” The fat man slapped his forehead. “Your sister-in-law’s English is just as good as a native speaker’s.”

"Really? Fatty, don't exaggerate." Lin Qingfeng, holding his luggage bag, kicked Fatty.

The fat man protested, "It's absolutely true, I'm not exaggerating. Those two foreigners kept praising your sister-in-law's beauty."

Chen Bo looked at Wen Chan with a questioning gaze, "I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Wen Chan looked away. "I'm a low-key person. I don't like to show off my abilities."

Chen Bozheng chuckled.

Keep a low profile.

How can this be considered low-key?

After returning to their rented room, Chen Bozheng and the other two quickly took a shower and then came over to inquire about the garment factory.

"Boss Ye was a little reluctant to agree, but he seemed a bit more receptive. I'll find an opportunity to show him the styles later, and he'll definitely give in," Wen Chan said confidently.

“If this is difficult, we can think of another way later,” Chen Bozheng said.

Wen Chan shook her head. "No need. I'm not capable enough. I can't handle such a small matter. But you guys, why did you take so long this time?"

When this matter is brought up, Lin Qingfeng has something to say: "We were being watched in Shantou."

"They've got your eyes on us? What's going on?" The fat man was taken aback. "Are they the police?"

“If it were the police, then we wouldn’t have to worry.” Lin Qingfeng said helplessly, “Brother Zheng said it was probably a local thug. We bought too many treasury bonds this time, spending more than 10,000 yuan in one go. Those thugs are well-informed, and since we are all outsiders, they followed us. Brother Zheng led us around several times, changing buses and minibuses, before we were able to get back safely.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan frowned deeply. "Then I'm afraid I won't be able to go next time."

"We definitely can't go," Lin Qingfeng said. "We might be able to shake them off this time, but next time, they'll probably be all prepared and waiting to rob us."

The fat man was heartbroken. "Then what should we do? Even if we sell the treasury bonds this time, we'll only make three or four thousand. That's not enough."

Chen Bozheng said, "If Shantou doesn't work, we can go to other places. I think buying so much at once is too eye-catching. It would be safer to buy in smaller batches."

Wen Chan nodded, but then hesitated, "It's not that we can't split up to buy things, but it won't be safe for you all to travel separately."

Chen Bozheng pondered for a moment: "There's no other way for now, so we can only do it this way for the time being."

The fat man slapped his thigh in regret and said, "It's a pity this isn't Beijing. If this were Beijing, we could find some friends and brothers to lend a hand. Even if we encountered highway robbers, we wouldn't back down and would fight them head-on!"

"If we had known this trip would be so dangerous, the monk should have brought the Black Star sword his father left behind," Lin Qingfeng said regretfully.

Wen Chan was no longer surprised by these people's conversations.

In the early 1990s, there was such a strong sense of martial spirit. Last night, when she was having dinner with her boss, she heard that two villages nearby were fighting each other, with knives and guns being used and bombs being thrown. It caused quite a commotion, and the armed police had to be dispatched to quell it.

The proprietress also said that fighting among southerners is child's play, while in their northwestern mining areas, a fight could involve not only bombs but also tanks.

Wen Chan really wanted to ask where the tanks came from, but after thinking about it, she realized there was no need to ask. Those coal bosses were rich and powerful, so it wasn't surprising that they had anything.

Wen Chan noticed that Chen Bozheng did not seem relaxed about the matter. After selling the treasury bonds, he divided the money among himself, the monk, and Lin Qingfeng.

Then Chen Bozheng also bought three knives, as well as chili powder and pepper.

In the middle of the night, Chen Bo was grinding chili powder in the yard, and the smell was so strong it could kill someone.

When Wen Chan got up to get a drink of water, she saw him still busy in the yard.

She walked over with her water glass, looked at the chili peppers in the winnowing basket, then at Chen Bozheng wearing a mask, thought for a moment, put down her glass, and said, "Let me help you. The more people there are, the sooner we can finish."

Chen Bo, his forehead and body covered in sweat, grabbed her hand and said, "No need. I ordered extra spicy chilies. I can barely stand grinding them here. You shouldn't touch them, lest something bad happens."

Wen Chan looked at him and felt a pang of guilt.

Although she didn't steal the money, Chen Bozheng and the others wouldn't have risked their lives to earn it if it hadn't been lost.

"I'm sorry." She rarely apologized to anyone, but this time, she said it willingly.

"Sorry for what?" Chen Bo looked at her with puzzled eyes.

Wen Chan said, "It's my fault for causing you trouble regarding the money."

Chen Bo glanced at her. "What's past is past. Besides, you didn't even offer us a way out. Alright, none of us are blaming you. Don't worry about it. Go to sleep early."

Wen Chan looked up at him, her gaze focused.

Just as Chen Bo was looking back in confusion, Wen Chan stood up and said, "Thank you, goodnight."

"Good night..." Chen Bo thought to himself, this girl is quite bookish.

Just as Wen Chan was about to leave, Chen Bozheng suddenly remembered something and called her back.

Wen Chan stopped and turned to look at him.

Chen Bozheng said to her, "If things don't work out at the garment factory, don't force it. The styles of the previous batch of clothes were alright. We can just earn a little less."

Wen Chan waved to him, said "I understand," and went back to her room.

Chen Bo stared blankly at her retreating figure, realizing what that meant.