"It's nothing." Quentin shook his head slightly, "Be careful in the future and don't let this happen again."
"Hmm. Then that cigarette shop owner..." Clark felt that Quentin's methods might be able to save another victim.
"I believe you read it correctly. The book was put in quietly by the patrol team, but we can't compete with the patrol team. We can only admit this matter and openly support the patrol team," Quentin said.
"...Okay." Clark knew that he was not qualified to influence Quentin. Quentin was very cautious in doing things. Saving him would be a risk. If he spoke directly for the owner of the cigarette shop, he would arouse the suspicion of the patrol team if he was not careful.
.
Seeing Clark's depression, Quentin changed the subject: "He can't die."
"Um?"
"I tried my best." Quentin briefly talked about the conversation between himself and the patrol team leader.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the safest way. As long as you don't die, that boss also has a young daughter. If he is killed so innocently, it will be devastating to his family."
The same blow."
"That's good, that's good..." Sitting aside, Stuart also felt lucky for the owner of the cigarette shop. If it weren't for Clark and Quentin who took risks to help one after another, the boss would have died. "Comrade Clark, you are too, although
The original intention of saving people is good, but it is definitely not worth it to rush forward without saving the person and involving yourself."
"The time is too urgent, I don't have time to think of anything... I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Clark felt ashamed.
Verac arranged for him to come here more because he wanted him to take care of his new comrades.
Unexpectedly, he was the first to get into trouble. Comrades who needed to be taken care of were worried about his safety and came to help one after another.
"It's over." Quentin didn't intend to delve into the matter.
"Oh, by the way, Comrade Quentin, how did you become the owner of the tavern?" Stuart asked about something he had never thought about.
Clark looked at Quentin with the same confusion.
They have all been assigned to the most difficult positions, why is Quentin the only one who is different from them?
"Do you still remember that we hid in the small town before entering Winterfort?"
"Remember."
"Remember."
Quentin explained his plan clearly: "At that time, I was ordered to enter Winterfort once and passed through Peace Street."
"You said this." Stuart remembered clearly that it was because Quentin mentioned that he had met the immigrants on Peace Street that they finally came here to exercise and collect information.
"At that time, I felt that Peace Street would play a vital role in the future revolution, so I proposed to the sub-station director Cozmo and others to build another secret station in Peace Street, and then they built it." Quentin
Said very easily.
Clark and Stuart were stunned.
They had never heard of such a big thing before, but Quentin, who basically stayed with them, seemed to be deeply involved in it.
"I, how come we didn't know about this, and you never mentioned it..." Stuart first looked at Clark, and after confirming through his eyes that Clark didn't know either, he asked.
"Because I just proposed it to them. Although they thought it made sense at first, they didn't plan to put it into practice due to the shortage of manpower. The real decision to establish it was because we wanted to go there for training. This was a suitable opportunity.
Planning." Quentin explained.
"So, you just found out not long ago, right?" Stuart regained some mental balance.
When he first found out that Quentin was the tavern owner, he felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that his superiors were treating them differently.
After hearing the first half of Quentin's explanation, the uncomfortable feeling became even stronger.
He understood that his comrades had different mission priorities and had deviations in their understanding of some information. However, they were all involved in this matter, but only a few of them were kept in the dark.
This isn't fair.
"I only found out about this when we were allocating resettlement sites after I came here." Quentin saw the change in Stuart's mood.
"Then how did you become the boss?" Stuart asked.
"At that time, stationmaster Cozmo wanted to assign me to work in a place similar to yours, but I refused. I -"
"Rejected?"
"Can I still refuse?"
Stuart and Clark exclaimed in unison.
When Cozmo arranged for them to go to the breakfast shop and work in the restaurant, of course they didn't accept it, but for the sake of the overall situation, they still obeyed the arrangement.
Why is Quentin different from them? Can he still refuse? It seems that Cosmo respects his choice?
"Maybe it's useless to refuse if I put it on you." Quentin said frankly, "You really need this training. Facts have also proved that you are immature when encountering things. Comrade Clark was unprepared in the situation
He stood up for others, leading to his own arrest. Comrade Stuart also seemed to have no good solution, but in the end he still tried to rescue Comrade Clark..."
Clark lowered his head.
Stuart also felt a little ashamed. If Quentin hadn't appeared, he might have been taken away by now.
"These positions are suitable for you. They will help temper your character and help you make up for your most important shortcomings. As for me, I have experienced enough when I came to Zein. These don't mean much to me.
, so after I learned from the Cozmo stationmaster that they were going to establish a secret site, I applied to join them and served as the person in charge of the secret site, pretending to be the owner of the tavern." Quentin fully understood the situation.
out.
"So that's it..." Stuart was convinced by Quentin.
He is a very proud person. If most people confidently say something flattering about themselves in front of him, he will refute them mercilessly.
Quentin is an exception.
Quentin will speak out about his excellence, but he does not mean to brag, just to explain something to everyone.
Stuart could not dislike him. On the contrary, after seeing his methods, he admired him very much.
"Then what have you learned these days?" Clark was concerned about the operation of the secret site.
"The sub-station is short of manpower. Apart from me, there is only one comrade here - the bartender who is responsible for receiving you."
"He too?!"
"I didn't recognize it at all..."
Stuart and Clark were shocked again.
"You haven't interacted with each other formally, so he knows you, but you don't know him." Quentin opened the door of the compartment a little, and saw the bartender busy entertaining guests through the crack in the door, so he didn't ask him to come in, "Wait for him
After I’m done, I’ll ask him to come over and introduce me to you.”
"Comrade Quentin, I have an idea." Stuart's mind became active. "Since you are here as the person in charge of the secret site and we have all met, let's just ask everyone to come over and let's do it together.
Isn't it better to do something better than just doing hard work?"
"Comrade Stuart makes sense. Rather than being a meaningless waiter, I want to help the residents here. What happened to the owner of the cigarette shop today is not an exception. The patrol team is almost lawless here. Someone has to check and balance it.
"They." Clark didn't want to see more cases where cigarette shop owners were framed.
"That's right, our breakfast shop was also blackmailed by the guards this morning, and our boss was still confused..." Stuart looked serious and told the two of them what happened in the breakfast shop.
"These guards are really bastards! If this happened to Lai Zein, I would never spare them!" Clark heard his chest rise and fall violently, and he wished he could catch those guards and put them on trial right now.
Quentin saw the performance of the two people in his eyes, and first raised the wine glass to indicate to the two of them to drink some kvass to calm down: "What you are thinking is exactly what I want to do next."
"You also want to unite everyone to do something?" Stuart's eyes lit up.
"Well. If there are no accidents, we will stay here for half a month." Quentin nodded, "First of all, it is undeniable that you all need to exercise, but you have been working hard in the store for half a month. I think
It cannot maximize the effect of this exercise.”
"That's right! After working for half a month, people have become walking zombies. How can we talk about revolution?" Stuart was extremely supportive of Quentin's idea. Anyway, he didn't want to stay in the breakfast shop any longer, even though he had been there this morning.
I also feel that I have benefited a lot.
"I have discussed this with Station Chief Cozmo and Comrade Verak. They affirmed my opinion and agreed to reduce the work to part of this exercise. Joining the secret site and planning some tasks together is just for exercise.
Part two." Quentin said.
Plan some tasks together!
Stuart's eyes suddenly became hot.
Clark, who gradually had a smile on his face, asked: "Does the planning mission mean what to do in Peace Street?"
"Yes."
"It means we can find a way to take action against those patrol teams and try to protect the residents here, right?" Stuart further confirmed excitedly.
"Yes."
"Okay! This is what we should do!" After arriving at Winterfort, the development of things finally moved a little closer to the route Stuart expected.
They have to do something practical!
We must use practical actions to help people avoid exploitation and oppression!
"Don't worry." Quentin raised his hand and stabilized Stuart and Clark. "That's the plan, but the first part of the exercise can't be too hasty. You still have to stay here for the first five days.
Go to work and understand things in your respective positions. The deeper your understanding of Heping Street, the easier it will be for us to carry out the second part of the exercise."
"No problem!" Stuart replied cheerfully.
From fifteen days to five days, and after five days, everyone will plan a meaningful mission together. This sense of anticipation alone is enough to support him through the difficult days and nights.
"The Sword Comes"
"I know that Comrade Oscar is doing street cleaning, and Comrade Connie is working as a servant in a house. Don't rush to tell them about this. You can explain it when the time comes." If Clark hadn't had an emergency,
Quentin had to help, and he also had no intention of revealing the matter to these two people in advance.
Knowing that they will be free in a few days to perform their dream tasks will actually affect the effectiveness of the exercise.
Quentin hopes they can find other forces that can help them survive.
"clear."
"OK."
"Including today, there are still three days. You two should not cause any more trouble in these three days. We cannot attract the attention of the patrol team frequently. This is not conducive to the formulation and development of follow-up tasks." Quentin warned the two.
"But what if the patrol team will frame the residents in the past few days and put them to death?" Clark agreed reluctantly.
"They are not as arrogant and domineering as you think. As long as the people don't confront them, they will not make trouble." Quentin took a sip of wine and said, "You work across from the cigarette shop. Who is the owner of the cigarette shop?
You should understand that only people like him who are unwilling to be taken advantage of will cause disaster, but how many such people are there here?"
"Maybe there were many before, but now..." Clark felt a little emotional.
"I know it's sad, but looking at it from another perspective, it also has its benefits." Quentin spread his hands.
Stuart drank all the Gervais while they were talking: "Huh...it's quite delicious...By the way, Quentin, do you have any idea of the follow-up plan? You want to deal with this group of patrol guards?"
It’s very tricky.”
"There are some. Let's share them after we officially meet in a few days." Quentin did not break the rules he set and discussed too much about the content of the second part during the first part of the exercise.
"Okay." Stuart basically understood what Quentin meant, and planned to observe more in private, and when everyone gathered together, he would make valuable suggestions and become a key contributor to the success of the final plan.
"You should all still have work to do. Go back to work first. I will send someone to notify you to gather in three days." Quentin did not leave the two of them alone, and invited them to drink some kvass for free. After explaining the ins and outs of the matter,
Then they were asked to return to their respective posts to continue training.
"I don't know if I can still work when I go back..." Clark said with a bitter smile.
In order to distance himself from him, the owner of the restaurant fired him in front of everyone before he was taken away by the inspection team.
"You need to overcome these small problems by yourself." Quentin smiled back.
"Okay." Clark didn't intend to cause any more trouble to others. He was confident that he could solve the work issues on his own.
"Then let's go first and see you in three days." Stuart was full of energy, stood up and said hello to Quentin, and then left the tavern with Clark.
Before leaving the tavern, when passing by the comrade disguised as a bartender, he and Clark made silent eye contact with him, indicating that they knew each other.
"I have to go back from here." After walking side by side for a short distance, Stuart and Clark arrived at a fork in the road.
"Thank you for today too." Clark thanked Stuart.
"I can't help you with anything, you're welcome." Stuart waved his hand and walked easily towards the breakfast shop.
Clark took a deep breath and returned to the restaurant with a smile on his face.