Zhou Wenzhong followed 6 or 7 neighbors who liked to watch the excitement and "sent" Yan Bugui to the Jiaodaokou Police Station.
The ratio of police and civilians in this era was: 10,000 to 20.
Not only are there a small number of people, but the matters managed by the police are numerous and complex, and they are also very dangerous.
According to unreliable information based on incomplete statistics, there were more than 27,000 enemy agents lurking in the capital in the mid-1960s.
Some of the police force is drawn from the militia.
Some of them were old patrol officers before liberation. After review, some of them made relatively minor mistakes and were familiar with the situation on the streets. The organization allowed them to continue doing their jobs.
The last part are heroes who have retired from the battlefield, most of whom are in management positions.
At the same time, the weapons and equipment of the police are far inferior to those of the county commune militia, or even the village platoon, let alone the factory security office.
There is an unspoken rule in this era that the security department is half a level higher than the police station, and there are also some security section chiefs. The chiefs work in the police station or the public security bureau.
For example, the deputy chief of the security section of a factory also serves as an investigator at a police station, and may also serve as an instructor or investigator.
Although it is two jobs, it is definitely not two salaries! It is just that on the basis of the original salary, there is an extra allowance, usually 4-6 yuan.
"What did you say?"
Yan Bugui mouthed to Zhou Wenzhong, meaning: Looking for Yi Zhonghai! Yi Zhonghai!
"Louder! I can't hear you!"
"Okay, Yan Bugui, have you learned how to send signals? Come in!"
A police comrade pushed hard, and Yan Bugui stumbled to his knees on the ground in front of him, with his head on the ground. He stood up with his hands on the ground.
"Let's break up, everyone, let's go home."
"well…"
Zhou Wenzhong saw through the glass that the clock in the police station office said it was almost 11 o'clock. He turned around and ran in the direction of Caibaijin Store.
An hour later, Zhou Wenzhong was sitting in the [Zhengyang Building] restaurant, playing with four tiger tooth crafts in his hands.
The whole thing is wrapped in hollow silver ornaments. The roots of the tiger teeth are shaped like a tiger opening its mouth, and there is also a small circle for easy threading of ropes or necklaces.
A silver jewelry cover was also made on the tip of the tooth. Zhou Wenzhong pulled hard twice, and it was quite strong.
"Crash..."
Four tiger teeth were tossed around in Zhou Wenzhong's palm, and he picked up the enamel teapot and took a sip.
"Bang bang..."
Someone knocked on the glass next to the dining table. Zhang Xiufang put her hands on her eyebrows and looked inside with her eyes close to the glass. Zhou Wenzhong hooked his palms and smoothly retracted the tiger fangs into the space.
"Why are you the only one here? Where is Ma Erbao?"
"call…"
Zhang Xiufang sat on a chair, looked around the layout of the hotel, picked up the teapot and poured herself a glass of water.
"He's so stingy. He ran after me just to save 2 cents by not taking the tram. I guess I have to run for a while, so hurry up and serve the food."
Zhou Wenzhong took out the note and waved it at the receptionist.
"Take the food!"
"knew!"
Zhang Xiufang smelled the fragrance of tea in the air, and then looked at Zhou Wenzhong's note.
"I said you can do it! Don't you want to spend the day? It's tea and water, and it's a restaurant. Are you stimulated by something? Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"Hey, make friends! You have to spend what you have to spend. You knew I was going to the countryside, and you came here with 10 carrots? You're not a good person either!"
"Forget it, after hearing what you said, I'd better go. You haven't even warmed the stool, and you're asking for something from me."
"Don't bother, don't bother. Can I pick on you? We're all friends, why not just make a joke? You really can't take a joke."
"whispering sound…"
"My Erbao brother is here, hurry up! Here he is!"
Ma Erbao ran over panting heavily, stood in front of the dining table and took something out of his pocket.
"This...is the peanuts our family received this year. I'll bring you 2 taels. It's a vegetable. This is our family's handful of melon seeds. Huh...I'm exhausted. I'll take a rest first."
"I have to say that my Erbao brother is very particular about his work. Let me pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat."
"Leave me alone, I really can't drink. I'll take a breath first while you chat."
Zhou Wenzhong picked up the peanuts, threw two into his mouth, and took a sip of wine.
"I see that you are really not ready, and you are even drunk."
"The food is here, and I'm so nervous. It's so greasy."
The male waiter put down the oversized blue and white plate in his hand, with 0.5CM thick bear paw slices neatly stacked on it. The soup was brown and oily, and the bear paw slices, cured beef slices, bamboo shoot slices, and shiitake mushroom slices were neatly arranged one by one.
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There are also decorations placed next to the plate: bear paw fur and five shiny black bear claw nails.
"What is this!"
Ma Erbao stood up and smelled the bear skin. Zhang Xiufang picked up the bear's nails and scratched the itch behind the ears.
"Bear's paw."
"But this..."
"Don't worry, I got a new pot and changed the side dishes. This one is ready to eat."
"oh."
"Then what's the use of these furs?"
"It has certain medicinal value. You can go to the traditional Chinese medicine shop to exchange for some sesame balls, hawthorn balls, and aniseed. In short, even if you have a fever, you can use this to pay off your bills."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Xiufang snatched away her nails and fur.
"Look at you."
"Ma Erbao didn't say he wanted it, I thought he didn't want it. You said so, right Ma Er..."
Ma Erbao was even more particular and even took away the plate.
"Okay, stop making trouble and letting outsiders laugh. Let's not be so polite."
"Brother Zhong, use your chopsticks first."
Like a hozen offering a treasure, Ma Erbao stood in front of Zhou Wenzhong holding a plate, dodging Zhang Xiufang's chopsticks.
Zhou Wenzhong added a piece and put it in his mouth. The sticky texture was like stewed beef tendons, but the taste was passable.
There was nothing delicious at all, just like a dish at the state banquet these days, which is fried butterfly shrimp and topped with salad dressing.
The reason why it tastes good is because of the lack of material. It’s good to eat some, not to mention it’s meat!
Some people in later generations think that the food does not taste like vegetables, even if the vegetables are soaked in potions and dyed, and the meat does not taste like meat, this is also true.
Those who have the conditions can contract a farm by themselves and hire people to grow vegetables and raise fish without any pesticides or hormones.
Most of them are in the Hebei area. The management fee is 800 yuan per person per month, and the food depends on the weather. After the harvest, a dedicated person will send the ingredients to your home.
Another example is the Shandong large-plate chicken in later generations. A chicken starts at at least 240-260 yuan. Someone once said somewhere in 2023 that a large-plate chicken that costs less than 380 yuan per serving is not a free-range chicken at all.
How much does chicken cost per pound in the vegetable market? Why is it so expensive? There are reasons for this.
Zhou Wenzhong licked his lips and wiped them with straw paper. His lips were covered with broken straw paper and full of thickened collagen.
"What are you two looking at me for? Eat! Don't lie."
"good."
The two of them watched Zhou Wenzhong swallow the bear paws in his mouth, and then began to grab the plate of food frantically.
"No steamed buns? What would it taste like if you put this into a steamed bun and took a bite?"
Zhou Wenzhong took out 6 steamed buns from the chair next to him and placed them on the dining table.
"Eat, eat. Don't complain when you go home that you didn't have enough to eat after you went out with me, Zhou Wenzhong."
"Blessings are coming from the East China Sea. I owe you a debt of gratitude."
"Dong..."
After getting a full basin of soup and water, the waiter seemed to be in a bit of a mood.
"It's not serious, is it? Our brothers haven't had enough sex yet."
"Don't mention it, it's none of your business. I had some disagreement with the chef, Master Feng."
"Then there must be a reason for me. I also understand that the two dishes today were cooked differently, which made the chef feel a little uncomfortable. Forgive me, it's all my fault."
Zhou Wenzhong pulled the male waiter aside, took out a box of Red Dagger cigarettes from his arms, and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.
"look…"
"Don't say it anymore, it's all my fault. I feel sorry for today. If I were to eat here alone and drag you to have a drink with me, let's do it next time."
"Next time please."
"Easy to say."
"Okay, I'll go and get busy first. That means you're here, brother. Have you seen how I've served food to others? I've always asked them to serve it at the counter."
"I understand, I remember it all in my heart!"
"Then let's leave like this."
"Eh."
Zhou Wenzhong sent him away, sat back at the dining table, picked up a spoon, took a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth to taste.
"Suck...ha..."
"It has to be said that it is a seafood product."
Zhang Xiufang held a sea cucumber between her legs and asked, "What is this black thing with thorns on it?"
"Sea cucumber."
"Why does it taste like a rubber band?"
"Then just eat the rubber band next time. You don't know what to buy."
"whispering sound…"
Ma Erbao picked up the spoon, scooped out a bowl of soup, and soaked the steamed buns in the soup.
"You are really good at eating. This kind of soup is used to make steamed buns."
"Really?"
"necessary."
“There are also big shrimps in here!”
"Hey~Comrade Zhang Xiufang, do you know shrimp? It's not easy!"
"By the way, I almost forgot about the real thing. I'll give you this gadget."
Zhou Wenzhong gave Zhang Xiufang a thumb-sized amethyst worth 10 pounds of white flour.
"And yours."
Then he took out 1 yellow, 1 green, and two glass pieces from the space and gave them to Ma Erbao.
"what is this?"
"I picked it up on the road today and give it to you two."
"Just give me one?"
Zhou Wenzhong frowned at her and signaled to stop talking.
"You just took away all the bear nails, so I'll give you one."
"That's okay."
Zhang Xiufang nodded, curled her lips and looked at Ma Erbao's eating posture. After hesitating for a moment, she touched Zhou Wenzhong with her elbow.
"Um?"
"I don't have anything to give you. I'll give you this."
Zhang Xiufang took advantage of Ma Erbao's lowered head to eat, straightened her right leg under the table, took out a red handkerchief from her trouser pocket, and unwrapped it to reveal a paper box as slender as toothpaste.
There is an image of a pen painted on the front, named: Shanghai Jinxing fountain pen.
"Now, will I come here empty-handed? This is for you. You must read more when you go to the country. If you have time, write more letters to both of us."
"This is too expensive. I can't have it."
"If you don't want it, then I'll throw it away."
"No, don't trash things if you have money. I will definitely study more. Thank you."
"Put it away quickly."
Zhou Wenzhong opened the box, and inside was a 15 cm long, pure black, fat absorbent pen with a nib made of 50% red gold.
This pen is estimated to cost about 22 yuan.
Fountain pens in Shanghai are expensive in this era! There is no reason why they are the most expensive! They are also the best-selling ones.
In the field of cosmetics, Shanghai has the throne!
Shanghai also has the throne in the fields of bicycles and radios!
The fields of cloth, clothing, candy, biscuits, and chemical products all have Shanghai's throne!
A Hero 100 model 12K gold fountain pen sells for 6.8 yuan.
Similar products made in Shanghai can be sold for 16.8 yuan!
Shanghai is such a tough city, and the most memorable pen was jointly manufactured by three factories.
They are: Hero Pen Factory, Dandong Bailing Factory, and Korean Invalid Army Factory.
The produced pens were given to the heroes who retired from the Korean battlefield.
It seems that the same is true for commemorative medals. They are made of chemicals (plastics), copper medals, iron medals, alloy medals, silver medals, and gold medals. The highest honor medal is: jade.
This gift was not light. Zhou Wenzhong rubbed the pen with his finger, closed the box and stored it in the space, nodding to Zhang Xiufang.