Yang Jun hung up the phone and went back to the room to take a look.
Yi Qiushui was already asleep, so he didn't disturb him, gently closed the door, took the car keys and went out.
According to the address given by Wang Erwa, he arrived at the place in ten minutes.
Yang Jun noticed a dozen people standing on the roadside from a distance.
They were all as cold as ostriches and kept stomping in place.
Yang Jun parked the car, turned off the engine and got out of the car.
"Comrades, thank you for your hard work."
As he spoke, he smoked.
No matter what, they are here to help, so we can't wait too long.
"Director Yang, it's not hard, just a little cold and a little hungry."
At this time, a middle-aged man with a beard came over and stretched out his hand to shake Yang Jun's hand.
Wang Erwa introduced: "This is the militia captain Hu Dazhuang. Thanks to the help of brother Dazhuang for this matter."
"Brother Da Zhuang, thank you for your hard work. Let's not stand here. It's quite cold. Let's go find a place to warm up."
Yang Jun shook hands and looked around for any shelter from the wind.
It was almost midnight.
Not to mention the shadow of a human being on the street, there was not even a shadow of a ghost.
The shops on the roadside have long been closed, and most of the people have gone to sleep.
Yang Jun saw a shop not far away with a sign for mutton steamed buns, then he waved his hand and led people over.
He hit them hard, and the sound soon woke up the owner of the shop.
"Who are you knocking at in the middle of the night? The store has already closed."
An impatient voice came from the store.
"We are from the security department of the steel rolling mill. Please open the door immediately. We need to go in and search."
As soon as he arrived, Yang Jun introduced himself as a member of the security department of the steel rolling mill.
He knew that if you had a serious discussion with the store owner, he would definitely not open the door, so he threatened him with the threat that the security department would need to go in and conduct a search.
"Security...Security Department...I didn't make any mistakes."
The person in the room suddenly panicked.
There was a rustling sound coming from the house.
After a while, I heard the sound of the door bolt twitching.
A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a cotton-padded jacket, looked at them with a horrified expression.
"Comrade, don't get me wrong. It was a slip of the tongue. We want to go in and warm ourselves up."
Yang Jun quickly showed him his work permit and went in without waiting for him to react.
There was a stove in the middle of the room, which kept the small space very warm.
This is a typical courtyard house facing the street. The front room has been converted into a guesthouse, and the back is a living place.
There were four or five tables in the shop, which were all tidied up at the moment.
"Comrade, we are carrying out a mission. It is not convenient for me to disclose to you the specific mission, but now we need your help. Please see if you can get us some food."
Yang Jun saw the nervous look on his face and smiled.
This middle-aged honest man looked nervously at a room full of muscular men. He saw that their waists were bulging, and he was not easy to deal with. He wanted to refuse, but somehow he agreed.
"It's all turned off now. If you try to use the pot, you'll probably have to wait a while."
"It's okay, we're not in a hurry, just take your time. Not only do we want to eat at your place, but we may also want to rest at your place."
"But...but we don't have room to stay in our store." The store owner looked embarrassed.
Yang Jun waved his hand and said: "Don't bother me. Just finish cooking and go to bed and don't worry about them. They will leave at dawn and will never cause you any trouble."
"That...okay then."
The shop owner wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he had to go back to the backyard to light a fire.
Wang Erwa and the militiamen sat around the stove to keep warm. Yang Jun squeezed in and then explained the mission.
"The target this time is very cunning and experienced. He is by no means an ordinary person. I hope that you will conduct a secret investigation and never reveal your identity. You would rather lose the target than alert the enemy."
"This upright person must be watched twenty-four hours a day and every move he makes every day must be recorded verbatim. Who he comes in contact with and what he says must be recorded. Even how many times he goes to bed in a day.
We have to keep a close eye on every toilet."
After hearing this, militia captain Hu Dazhuang immediately expressed his position.
"Director Yang, don't worry. We are all hunters in the village. We are good at tracking and monitoring. We will never expose our identities, let alone alert others."
Then, Hu Dazhuang pointed to the small and capable man next to him and said,
"Monkey Guo is especially good at camouflage. He once spent three days and three nights without eating or drinking, lying in wait in the snow on the path that a silly roe deer must pass, and successfully killed its prey in one fell swoop."
Yang Jun couldn't help but take another look at the man named Guo Hou and felt that this man was born to be a scout.
He didn't eat or drink for three days and nights, lying in the snow without sleep. He thought he couldn't do it, let alone a militiaman without formal training.
If he could really complete the mission successfully this time, he wouldn't mind recruiting him to the security department.
"I believe in the strength of my brothers, and my help this time is not in vain. Regardless of whether I can catch the upright little braid this time, I will ask the Security Department to give two places to the two of you with the best performance.
The security department of the steel rolling mill is working."
As soon as Yang Jun finished speaking, everyone in the room became excited.
what does that mean?
It means two job quotas, which means that two of the ten of them can come to the city to work and eat commercial food from then on.
Their faces were full of excitement, eager to try, and compete with each other to be one of the two places.
"Director Yang, let me thank you first on behalf of the brothers. Don't worry, we will never disappoint your expectations and we will definitely complete the task."
Militia captain Hu Dazhuang stood up and bowed to Yang Jun.
Yang Jun raised his hands and pressed them down, gesturing for him to sit down and talk.
"The second baby can find you, that is, I believe in your strength. I believe in the second baby, and I also believe in you."
Later, Wang Erwa began to discuss specific action plans with them.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Everyone spoke enthusiastically and offered their opinions and suggestions.
Hu Dazhuang will then assign specific tasks and assign appropriate tasks according to each person's strengths.
Yang Jun took the time to go to the backyard and take a look.
As soon as I opened the door curtain, I smelled the aroma of meat.
In the kitchen, the shop owner and his wife were busy cooking.
The shop owner is making mutton soup, and her daughter-in-law is kneading dough for pancakes.
Mutton steamed buns are a famous snack in Shanxi. Generally, the authentic way to eat them is cold buns and hot soup. However, in the winter, everyone likes to eat hot buns, so many people are not so particular about it.
The shop owner was pouring mutton soup with a spoon. When he saw Yang Jun coming in, he quickly filled a bowl of mutton soup and handed it to him.
"Comrade Yang, drink some soup to warm yourself up."
Yang Jun took it and took a sip.
Not to mention, the taste is quite good. I don’t know what ingredients the boss used, but there is no smell at all.
"Brother, I'm sorry to say that I picked you up in the middle of the night. If I didn't have anywhere else to go, I wouldn't dare to disturb you."
"Hey, there is no rule for those who open a shop and drive customers away. Since they are here, it means we are destined."
After some contact, the shop owner saw that they were well-behaved, neither noisy nor noisy, and were polite to him, so they became familiar with them.
Yang Jun looked at a large pot of mutton soup, which the shop owner was preparing to use when opening the shop tomorrow. Unexpectedly, he was robbed by his gang on the way.
He touched his pocket and found that he came out in a hurry and did not bring any money or tickets.
He made an excuse to go to the front and took out a wad of money and food stamps from the space on the way.
Then return to the kitchen again.
"Brother, this is food money, please keep it."
The shop owner looked at the pile of money and tickets and said quickly,
"Too much, too much, it's more than what I sold in three days."
Yang Jun pushed back the twenty yuan and thirty kilograms of food stamps.
"Brother, listen to me, this money is not only for this meal, but also to compensate for your losses tomorrow. Those brothers outside will have to eat in your store for a day tomorrow, so this money is just right."
Yang Jun had already calculated the money and tickets.
Tomorrow, the ten of them will have to eat in the store for a whole day. According to the amount of food for each person, which is one kilogram per meal, they will eat three meals, which is exactly thirty kilograms.
He still calculated the ration according to the less. It was hard for these guys to have a good meal when they went to the city, so they must eat freely, so the ration of one kilogram was a conservative estimate.
"Then...then I will accept it. Comrade Yang, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of them."
"Thank you, brother."
After a while, mutton soup and white flour steamed buns were served.
The two tables were put together into one large table, with two large basins of mutton soup placed in the middle. Each person held a large bowl, their noses twitching, and their eyes fixed on the mutton soup and white steamed buns.
Some people couldn't help but grabbed the white-flour buns and started chewing them.
Hu Dazhuang personally served a bowl to Yang Jun, and then handed over two white-flour buns.
Yang Jun had a full meal at night and just drank a bowl of mutton soup. He was not too hungry at the moment.
He put one of the white-flour buns back and started eating and drinking.
None of the ten hungry men said anything and concentrated on eating.
The smell of mutton soup filled the room, and the only sound that could be heard was the "snoring" sound of rice being cooked.
They were really hungry. They came from Xiaowangzhuang in the afternoon and walked for a long time. They must have been hungry for a long time. Now they encountered steamed buns with mutton soup, which made them even more hungry.
"Hiccup, it's so delicious."
One of the militiamen burped and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He stood up and filled the bowl again, grabbing three white-flour buns along the way.
Wang Erwa's mouth was bulging, she rolled her eyes at the boy and said,
"I'm afraid this mutton steamed bun is the best meal you've ever had in your life, right?"
The militiaman's face turned red and he said sheepishly: "Brother Erwa, you are really right. Hey, when I was a child, I could still have a full meal, but when I grew up, I never had any more.
It’s a full meal, let alone some mutton steamed buns.”
Several other militiamen who were dining together felt the same way and echoed,
"Yes, yes, it would be nice to be full these days. I can't even think about delicious food like this."
When the question of eating was mentioned, all these men lowered their heads and said nothing, with red circles under their eyes.
Throughout the year, I basically spend most of my time in the fields every day. It can be said that I put all my energy into it.
But in the end, I still didn’t have enough to eat.
When they thought of this, they couldn't help but want to cry.
