blogombal Chapter 43 Moving, Passing the Code
Chapter 43 Moving, Passing the Code
"I didn't know you police officers earned so much!"
Liu Su'e happily counted the banknotes, her heart filled with joy.
I was initially a little worried about how to rent out the house and how to collect the money.
They worry that the other party will think it's too expensive and not rent it, but they also worry that the other party will bargain too hard and charge less rent.
To everyone's surprise, the other party was so agreeable that they paid a year's rent without even haggling.
None of the sales pitches I had come up with to praise the house were actually used.
Moreover, having a police officer as a tenant can also serve as a talisman to ward off evil spirits and protect the house.
No more worries about petty thieves daring to target us!
Even opium addicts wouldn't dare to steal from police officers' homes on the grounds of the French Concession.
Because everyone knew that while crimes were rampant in the concessions, very few cases resulted in the actual arrest of the suspects.
It's not entirely the police's fault for being incompetent; it's just that they were too lazy to investigate.
For cases involving fighting, brawling, theft, etc., as long as the police are willing to investigate, they can easily get information from informants and find out who has suddenly become rich or who has secretly sold some valuable items.
For most police officers, it's better to keep the money themselves than to give it to informants.
So Liu Su'e smiled broadly, already determined to spread the word that a policeman was living in the pavilion room as soon as she got back.
Let's see if any petty thieves will dare to target her house again!
Of course, if she "accidentally" heard about Constable Shen's "glorious deeds," I wonder if she would still be able to laugh...
Shen Lang was very satisfied with the house and the environment, so he readily signed the contract and paid a year's rent.
Now that Brother Lang is rich, he always carries at least 500 yuan in cash with him.
He would feel insecure if the amount was lower than this.
Money gives men courage; when they have money in their pockets, they stand even straighter.
If I happen to run into a pretty foreign woman at night, I might even have the courage to take a test drive.
However, he only thinks about foreign women in his mind and would never actually make a move on them.
It wasn't that Shen Lang had become more upright, nor that he had lost interest in women.
It's because of fear!
In this day and age, there's no need to worry about being checked out in the middle of the night.
The main problem is that syphilis is prevalent in Europe and America, and getting infected with that stuff can be fatal!
In Europe, perfume and headgear were invented and became popular among the nobility.
It's not that wearing a wig and perfume makes you noble, but rather that it's about concealing the ulceration and mutilation of your body caused by the virus.
Those nobles had festering skin, their noses rotted away, and even their skulls had large holes rotted out!
Just thinking about it gives me the creeps!
Although Shen Lang was a playboy who had dated many models and often came from all over the country, he was still very careful about his life and naturally dared not get too close to foreign women.
However, having money in his pocket, he was somewhat tempted to try his luck with pretty young women.
Shen Lang paid the money readily and then cleaned and wiped the pavilion room.
Since the pavilion room is only a dozen square meters, the furniture consists of a simple bed, a half-person-high cabinet for storing clothes and other items, and a writing desk by the window.
The cleaning, including mopping and wiping, was completed in less than an hour.
Then I hailed a rickshaw to go back to my dorm to pack my things.
As a single man, I naturally don't have much to pack.
In particular, the predecessor had a well-thought-out plan for life, including food, clothing and daily necessities, and tried to spend every penny wisely.
He usually ate very simple food, and even his clothes were just the black vests worn by gang members.
The money saved was used to find out more about the dancers at Sasa Ballroom, including Lianlian, Rongrong, Jiajia, and Xiuxiu.
So there aren't many things; you can just wrap them in a bed sheet and take them with you.
They even discarded their original bedding for the following year.
It was thin, torn, and smelled musty, so I just threw it away.
Since I have plenty of money, I can just buy all the new ones.
Shen Lang had very few belongings; he simply carried them on his back and walked out of the dormitory.
Even if he occasionally bumps into some colleagues on the street, no one would realize that he is moving.
It's even more convenient than just moving in with your bags!
It took until after 5 p.m. to finally buy all the necessary household items.
For safety reasons, he secretly used a dagger to pry open the wooden board under the bed and hid the remaining 4 yuan inside.
Only after doing all this did I go to the police station, completely satisfied.
After all, he's still on duty, so taking a stroll around the police station entrance a few times counts as patrolling, right?
With a police baton in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Lang staggered to a public phone booth less than fifty meters from the police station.
It was 5:57 PM, just 3 minutes before the agreed time.
If the Lixingshe (力行社) approves the plan, they will call him.
But as soon as I got to the public phone booth, I saw a man in a suit making a phone call.
Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, silently counted to thirty in his mind, and seeing that the other party seemed to be chatting and had no intention of hanging up, he was too lazy to wait any longer.
They simply pulled open the door of the phone booth and dragged the person out.
The man in the suit was talking on the phone with his girlfriend when he was suddenly interrupted, which made him very annoyed.
He was about to swear, but when he saw the police uniform the other person was wearing, a look of awe flashed across his face.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Shen Lang reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of coins, and stuffed them into the other person's hand.
He said domineeringly, "Take the tokens and get out of my phone booth!"
The man in the suit glanced at the dozen or so tokens in his hand, and a smile instantly spread across his face: "Alright!"
Then, in high spirits, they went to find another public phone booth.
To make a call from a public phone booth, you first need to exchange currency at the phone company.
Shen Lang is now rich and generous, but he has exchanged a lot of tokens in advance, carrying them with him in case he needs them someday.
Using a public phone booth is safe whether you're reporting a crime or informing someone; you don't have to worry about being tracked down.
Ring ring~!
Just as it was six o'clock, a clear bell rang.
Shen Lang threw away the cigarette butt and closed the phone booth door behind him.
However, he didn't answer the phone immediately, but instead quietly counted: "One, two, three!"
The bell stopped ringing abruptly when the count reached 3.
Three seconds later, the phone rang again.
When it rang for the third time, I quickly picked up the receiver.
"Feed~!"
"It's him~ It's him?"
"That's our friend—Little Nezha!"
"No. 306, Yongzhou Apartment, Maiyang Road. The documents are in the drawer. The cigarette vendor on the roadside is wearing a black felt hat. You can ask him to verify the 'information.' Meet at the teahouse at the intersection of the police station street at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
"receive!"
Beep beep beep~!
After a brief exchange, the two hung up the phone.
The strange codes that Shen Lang used to communicate with others were so cryptic that even someone listening in wouldn't understand them, let alone check a random address.
Otherwise, with so many public telephones in the concession, if we had to investigate every address we monitored, no matter how many people we had, we wouldn't have enough manpower.