Chapter 1: Cut the Dune, Fish Killer, Deliver Food
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 1: Cut the Dune, Fish Killer, Deliver Food
Aquamarine, Lanna Tai, Qingmai, Yaoji Restaurant, Back Chef.
A boy who looked to be in his early 20s was chopping vegetables. The sound of chopping vegetables was very rhythmic and fast.
There are several pots on the chopping board next to it, all of which are chopped common side dishes.
There are several small basins next to the vegetable basin, which contain chopped onions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings. These are all used after starting work in the evening and must be prepared in advance.
All the commonly used dishes were cut. Wang Zhen took the knife to the faucet to rinse it, then washed the chopping board, then shook off the water stains and walked out.
I moved a chair and sat at the door of the hotel. I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was after 5 o'clock, so I opened WeChat and made a voice call.
"Hey, Jiajia, school is over?"
"Well, I'm getting ready to go to the cafeteria for dinner."
"Eat as little food as you can in the school cafeteria. That food is not for human consumption. Shouldn't I ask you to rent a house near the school?" Wang Zhen complained.
"I don't have time, I have to study at night." Wang Jiajia replied but did not mention renting a house.
"Are you under a lot of pressure from studying lately?"
"It's very big. I took an exam after school started and my results were not very good." Wang Jiajia sighed and said with a sad tone: "I just got the second grade in the exam."
"Good, thumbs up." Wang Zhen laughed teasingly, "My sister has the talent to clear the North!"
"There is no other way. It will depend on the performance of the admissions teachers of the two schools." Wang Jiajia said with a distressed look.
After arguing with his sister for a while, Wang Zhen hung up the call. After transferring 1,000 yuan to his sister, he deposited 2,542 yuan into another very good card. This time, all the money in his pocket was clean again.
Suddenly, I felt like my entire energy and energy had been drained away.
Especially this 2542, Wang Zhen hated it deeply. Every time he thought about it, a kind of violence rose in his heart, and he didn't know how to vent it. He suppressed it for more than three years.
More than three years ago, Wang Zhen was a talented youngster just selected by the provincial shooting team, and he was expected to join the national team. He specialized in pistols, air pistols 10 meters and 50 meters. His family also bought a house off plan in the provincial capital with a loan.
It looks prosperous.
As a result, both his parents died in an accident at a construction site. The foreman ran away because he couldn't afford the compensation, and suddenly only Wang Zhen and his younger sister Wang Jiajia were left in the family.
In 2010, although Wang Zhen's salary in the provincial team was only 1,800, he could still afford to feed himself and his sister. He borrowed some money from relatives to pay off the loan first, and then paid it back after the house was handed over and sold.
As a result, the developer ran out of money...!
All the houses have been sold, and the loans have been given to the developers. So where is the money?
Wang Zhen can't expect relatives and friends to keep lending you money to fill this bottomless hole. But if the loan is not repaid and the house is directly taken away by the bank, then all the money will be lost.
There was no other way, so Wang Zhen withdrew from the provincial team. The provincial team was very reluctant, but the provincial team also had no money.
Wang Zhenfu, who has been attending a sports school since junior high school, has no academic qualifications, let alone other survival skills. He can't afford a house and a sister even if he makes screws. Fortunately, although the relatives of Wang Zhen's family don't have much contact with each other on weekdays, they do at critical moments.
After reaching out, I finally went to Lannatai and joined a relative here. He worked as a cook and delivered food, and he worked two jobs by himself.
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Time: 22:18 on April 1, 2014.
Location: Lanna Thai, Qingmai, Basan Villa area.
Characters: Wang Zhen, the Scythe Squad and supporting characters who don’t deserve names.
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"Azhen, No. 15 Basan, give away 3 A2 set meals, 2 B3 sets, 3 B5 set meals, and 4 boxes of Singamas beer." A woman's voice sounded outside the kitchen.
"I know." In the kitchen, Wang Zhen frowned and replied without raising his head. He cursed in a low voice, 'Those sons of bitches', and fished up a fish in the pond next to him with his left hand.
He smashed the fish head on the chopping board like a whip, quickly pressed the knife on the fish tail with his right hand and scraped it back and forth a few times, turned it over with his left hand, scraped again with the knife in his right hand, and then slashed twice, one knife below the gills, and the other knife.
Cut it at the butt of the fish.
The tip of the knife was gently turned and pushed, and the left and right fish gills were picked out at once. The tip of the knife was again thrust into the belly of the fish, and the entire internal organs of the fish chamber were cleaned.
He put the killed fish into the bucket next to him and rinsed it for a few times before throwing it directly into the basin next to him. There was already almost a basin of fish in the basin. This was the success of his half-hour work. He killed one.
The fish only lasts about 30 seconds.
The bright red blood flowed from the chopping board to the counter, then from the counter to the ground, and finally flowed into the sewer along the groove on the ground. Wang Zhen raised his arm and rubbed the fish scales and splashes on his face with his upper arm.
There were blood stains, and he continued to catch a fish mechanically.
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A Buick GL8 parked slowly on the roadside not far from a villa, its lights turned off but no one got out.
In the car, a blond man sitting in the second row leaned against the car window and checked the surrounding situation again before his eyes fell on a villa 30 meters away diagonally opposite.
"Confirm destination house number 15."
"Repeat, the target of this operation is a Lana Thai drug criminal named Ba..." As he said that, the blond man stuttered.
"Basong Chalun, Golden Retriever." A faint voice came from the co-pilot, and a deep laughter sounded in the car.
"Ahem." The golden retriever coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and glared at the quick-talking donkey. He comforted himself that it was good, at least everyone was relaxed, and continued to whisper as if nothing happened: "The mission goal is to kill
He also took photos as evidence. According to the intelligence, this is a three-story villa, and the target is usually surrounded by 10 to 15 people as guards."
"They are all drug criminals, kill them all, no need to live!"
The cruel words "Kill them all" came out of Golden Retriever's mouth without any emotion. It was obvious that killing was normal for them, it was just part of their daily work.
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Wang Zhen finished handling a basin of fish, poured a bucket of bloody water into the sewer next to it, and then connected the water again. While waiting for the water to be collected, he began to handle crabs in another large basket. The fish-killing knife in his hand was flying up and down.
Has a sense of rhythm.
Next to him, a fat man has a pot in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand. He operates three stoves and pays attention to the nine casseroles stewed next to him from time to time. He is also busy with his feet hitting the back of his head. There is only the sound of clanking in the kitchen, and the late night snack has been ordered.
, too busy to have time to talk.
At this time, the kitchen door curtain was opened, and a woman in her 40s walked in. While grabbing the black leather sleeve next to her, she said: "A Zhen, you go to deliver the food. I will come here. There are mung beans outside."
Have some soup before we go."
"Okay, Auntie." Wang Zhen put down the knife in his hand, pulled off his sleeves and the leather apron hanging on his body, walked to the sink next to him, turned on the faucet, washed the blood on his face and hands, and ran his wet hands through his hair.
He took the fish-killing knife, rinsed it, and inserted it into the scabbard on his back, then turned around and walked out.
In the hall, a young woman was delivering lunch boxes from a broken van heading outside. The table was piled full of various lunch boxes. Set A was for two people, and Set B was for one person. In total,
That’s a late night snack for 11 people.
"Sister Lian, I'll bring you the beer." Wang Zhen shouted.
"You should drink some water first and watch the sweat on your head." Sister Lian looked up at Wang Zhen and said with a smile, then bent down, picked up two boxes of beer and walked out.
"That's water!" Wang Zhen muttered, grabbed the large water bottle on the cash register and drank a few gulps, then picked up a box of beer and walked out.