After Cheng Qianfan left, his subordinate Alai asked Xia Wenqiao, "Third brother, you really need to do it half of it."
"When did I never believe it?" Xia Wenqiao glanced at his subordinates, "Why, can't you figure it out?"
"Third brother, even if Cheng Qianfan is going to be the deputy commander, let's give another 10% and finally get 20% of the bonus. Why give more 10%?"
"Don't you understand?" Xia Wenqiao shook his head, "It's right that you don't understand. If you understand, you will be the boss."
He took out the cage on the upper layer of the food box, and below it 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 squinted his eyes, "I'm pretty sensible, and I spit it out half a profit."
"Third brother, if the man surnamed Cheng didn't spit out this half profit, would we really only get 10% of the bonus?" Alai asked.
"Brother Xia has always been spitting and nailing, so I'm fine." Xia Wenqiao sneered, "Those old guys are probably unhappy. If they are unhappy, Cheng Qianfan will be blessed to enjoy it."
Alai was relieved, this was their slutty brother Xia San.
"Shuiwa, Dalin, Kang Bao, each of them has three whips." Xia Wenqiao said suddenly.
Just now, when the "gunners" suddenly rushed in, these three bastards were only concerned about watching the show and were shot to death in the first wave.
"Yes, third brother." Alai nodded and walked down with an empty food box.
Xia Wenqiao's face became cold.
Some old guys in the gang always regard him as a thorn in his eyes and are jealous of the black market business in his hands.
Recently, Xia Wenqiao began to "do not do his job properly" and fell in love with listening to operas. Not only that, she also indulged the girl in a random way, and she played the "new version of Mu Guiying" of this Luo Shizi every few days.
The news Xia Wenqiao received was that some people had already relaxed their vigilance against him.
Do you really think he is addicted to the stage?
Although Xia Wenqiao didn't have much ink in his stomach, he was smart since he was a child.
Acting...exercise, tsk.
Xia Wenqiao twitched his tongue. At first, he pretended to be addicted to the stage and confused his opponent.
After accompanying his sister to make a fuss, Xia Wenqiao was even happier. He arranged for people to take turns to play gunmen and bodyguards. Those who perform poorly will be whipped and have a lot of fun.
In the eyes of the outside world, Xia Wenqiao was doing something random, and his subordinates were beaten while acting. This was a loss of heart. Sooner or later, he lost his support and his subordinates were disbanded.
From the news he secretly arranged for someone to inquire about, his plan initially confused the opponents in the gang.
Xia Wenqiao hummed a few operas proudly, and then scratched his scalp with regret. He really wanted Cheng Qianfan to be ungrateful and dared to take the 20% concession.
Cheng Qianfan was so greedy that Xia Wenqiao didn't mind operating in secret, so he asked Cheng Qianfan and even Lieutenant Pitt, Xiu Gushen and others to fight with those old people.
It’s a pity that although Cheng Qianfan is greedy for money, he has room for things and is a character.
Young, capable, background, and clear.
Only such a person can be like a fish in water in this chaotic world.
Xia Wenqiao tapped the desktop with his fingers gently.
After this incident, my relationship with Cheng Qianfan has been further improved, and I have gained something.
...
Cheng Qianfan was sitting in a rickshaw. There was a hole in the carport where you could see the stars in the night sky through the entrance.
The right hand subconsciously placed it on the gun holster at his waist.
Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart.
This Xia Wenqiao seemed to be big and thick, with a very good manner, but in fact he was cunning and treacherous.
The nickname of "Hei Sanlang" is not just about Xia Wenqiao's third-year-old, with a dark complexion.
It also refers to his bad heart and a tough and slap in two sides.
Many people only know one but not the other.
In Cheng Qianfan's plan, it is very ideal to talk about 20% of the red.
Xia Wenqiao took the initiative to give up 10% more bonuses, and he hoped that he would only draw 10% more bonuses.
Cheng Qianfan could see that Xia Wenqiao was willing to give up more of this bonus at that time.
Although he didn't know why Xia Wenqiao was like this, Cheng Qianfan suddenly felt alert in his heart. He asked himself that he did not have such a great face yet, which made Xia Wenqiao so generous.
How capable you have, how big you are.
He decisively took over half of the concessions and returned half of the concessions to Xia Wenqiao.
This is the most appropriate countermeasure.
On the one hand, you should keep a line in your work. This is Cheng Qianfan’s consistent principle of dealing with things - you can be greedy for money, but you must be responsible.
At the same time, he was able to avoid the condom set up by Xia Wenqiao for him. Xia Wenqiao even had to take him back and give up half of the concession.
"Officer Cheng, here."
"Thank you, thank you."
Cheng Qianfan paid the fare and gave an extra dime, and the rickshaw driver thanked him repeatedly.
...
When he returned home, Cheng Qianfan locked the door directly and went up to the second floor.
First, I turned on the desk lamp and quickly wrote the information with my left hand. After finishing, I tore off the page of paper.
And tore off the subsequent pages of paper with handwritten marks, put them in a charcoal basin and lit them, watered them and poured them into the toilet.
Quickly take off your clothes and change clothes.
Then, I took out the cosmetic potion and applied it on my face. After the potion was dry, I looked in the mirror and saw that my appearance had changed greatly. In the dark night, if I change my walking shape, it is basically difficult for anyone to associate the person in the mirror with Cheng Qianfan...
Remove the bookcase, remove the floor tiles, and remove the Mauser pistol from the wooden box.
This is not the one he brought to Hangzhou. The pistol appeared in Hangzhou and was confiscated by the Xiongzhenlou Special Service. He is not sure if the secret service will have a detailed record of the gun.
Just in case, the gun was thrown into the Huangpu River by Cheng Qianfan.
He still couldn't trust his "colleagues" in the secret service, worried that he might expose his identity as a secret service agent in the future because of these people.
Cheng Qianfan carefully checked the Mauser pistol, confirmed that everything was normal, and took a spare magazine from the wooden box.
Put the wooden box back, the floor tiles are restored to their original state, and the bookcase is also brought back to its original place.
Cheng Qianfan then turned off the desk lamp, bit the flashlight in his mouth, removed the light bulb, put it in the drawer, and replaced it with a burnt light bulb on the desk lamp.
Then the oil lamp was lit, which was the oil lamp he prepared in advance. The lamp was very oily, and the oil lamp would automatically go out in about half an hour.
After doing all this, Cheng Qianfan was about to come out of the second floor window. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, returned to the house, and put down the bamboo basket hanging on the beams, which were full of dried dandelions.
He reached in and took out a cloth bag with four German M24 grenades.
Cheng Qianfan took a grenade and put it in his pocket, then hung the bamboo basket onto the beam of the room again.
He wanted to contact Comrade Wang Jun of the Shanghai Municipal Committee of the Red Party, and some information and information should be transmitted and communicated to the organization.
He has been away from Shanghai for more than a month. He doesn't know whether Wang Jun and Kang Erniu still live in that safe house, nor does he know whether it is safe here or whether it has been targeted by the enemy.
The revolutionary situation is getting worse and worse, and he must be more careful.
He opened the window again, turned it out, pulled the curtains, closed the window, pulled the string, and with a click, he fastened the window bolt, put away the string, and skillfully flipped over the eaves, and disappeared into the night in just a few strokes.
Chapter completed!