"Director, if you punish Pearson, aren't you afraid of offending the Americans?"
"This is the Republic of China, not the Manchu Qing Dynasty! If he dares to act recklessly on Chinese soil, I don't care which country he is from. As long as the evidence is solid, I will not give him mercy!"
No matter how righteous he was, Shen Zhifeng still had selfish motives. He really couldn't stand Pearson's domineering attitude, and it was also for his own reputation!
In today's era, people who can access high-end places like dance halls are either rich or noble. Showing a dignified and upright appearance in front of them is very good for establishing one's own image.
"Are you hungry?"
"fine."
"I heard that there is a Roujiamo restaurant on Pingliang Road. It has pure Shaanxi flavor and is very suitable for your and my taste!"
"Director, I won't go. The food is ready at home..."
"How can I let you go home with an empty stomach when you go out to handle a case? Listen to me!"
When the boss speaks, it is natural for a subordinate to refuse bluntly.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Pingliang Road. The two got out of the car and walked into the restaurant one after the other.
The waiter hurriedly greeted the guests and said warmly: "Two gentlemen, please come in!"
The store is not big, with more than a dozen tables. Because it was past dinner time, there were only two or three tables of customers.
Shen Zhifeng looked around, sat down at the table near the window, and said, "No need to go inside, just sit here."
"It's up to you. What do you two want to eat?"
"Of course I came here to eat roujiamo. By the way, is there mutton soup?"
"You two are here, we just killed the sheep at noon today."
"Okay, Roujiamo and mutton soup, that's all."
"Take a seat, you two, we'll be ready soon!"
After a while, the waiter brought up two bowls of mutton soup and meat buns on a tray.
Looking at the steaming mutton soup, Zhao Zhuo felt a little emotional and said: "I remember that when I was in Yan'an, there was a mutton soup restaurant opposite the Xinhua News Agency. It tasted so good! It's a pity that before I escaped, that restaurant was also empty.
It’s been closed long ago!”
"I've been to the restaurant you mentioned, and it tastes really good!"
Shen Zhifeng picked up the Roujiamo and took a bite. While eating, he said: "However, no matter how good the business is, it can't withstand the hardships. Yan'an is undergoing rectification and screening, which has made people panic. Who has the heart to do business?"
Zhao Zhuo sighed and shook his head slightly. He was a direct victim and his experience was more intuitive.
As soon as the store door rang, a dark-skinned man came in, carrying a fish basket in his hand, and his whole body exuded a pungent fish smell.
"Brother, is the shopkeeper here?"
"The shopkeeper is out, do you have anything?"
“Fresh White River chub, lowest price guaranteed!”
"No, no, no."
"There are also carp, crucian carp, and marine fish..."
"You're in the wrong place. This is a mutton soup restaurant and we don't sell fish."
"ah……"
"Go to someone else's house and ask."
One after another, a few more people carrying fish baskets appeared on the street. In fact, these people were fishermen. They took unsold fish and sold them from restaurant to restaurant along the street every night.
"Hey, man, why are there so many fishermen here?" Shen Zhifeng asked casually.
The waiter said: "Looking at the accent, you are a foreigner, right?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"That's no wonder. Pingliang Road is not far from Baihe. It only takes less than ten minutes to walk. Many fishermen live nearby."
"oh……"
If you want to work smoothly, you must first be familiar with your surroundings. With this in mind, Shen Zhifeng knows the map of Yanjin almost by heart.
He thought about it carefully and realized that he had just overlooked that Pingliang Road was indeed near Baihe and it only took less than five minutes to drive.
After dinner, Zhao Zhuo said: "Director, you don't have to see me off. I'll take the tram back."
Shen Zhifeng said: "Be careful on the road."
One advantage of being alone is that you are free and can go wherever you want.
Shen Zhifeng glanced at his watch. It was not yet seven o'clock. It was still very early. Instead of going home and tossing and turning, it was better to go shopping around.
After leaving the hotel and driving freely, more than half an hour later, Shen Zhifeng suddenly realized that he had arrived at Yanjin Girls' Middle School without knowing it.
He parked the car at the door, rolled down the window, and listened for a while. There were faint sounds of singing and piano coming from the school.
Shen Zhifeng got out of the car and walked into the school. The night guard stopped him and asked: "Sir, school is out. Do you have anything wrong?"
"Oh, I'm Shen Xue's friend. They are rehearsing in the auditorium. I came over to take a look." Shen Zhifeng explained.
"Then you go in, the light is on the third floor." the guard said.
"Thanks."
Shen Zhifeng looked polite and well-mannered, and he drove a car, so the guards were not psychologically wary.
"...My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where I live with my compatriots and my aging parents. September 18, September 18, from that tragic time! September 18, September 18!"
Shen Xue's clear voice makes this song "Sung on the Songhua River" sad and moving.
The students were rehearsing on the stage, and there were many people sitting in the audience. Most of them were teachers and students of the school, and there were also a few parents of the students.
Shen Xue was the lead singer and stood at the front of the stage. Even though Shen Zhifeng came in quietly, she still saw it.
A few minutes later, during a break in rehearsal, Shen Xue ran off the stage happily, walked quickly to Shen Zhifeng, and said, "Mr. Shen, you are here."
"I happened to pass by and was attracted by your singing." Shen Zhifeng said with a smile.
In fact, he couldn't explain why he came to watch the rehearsal. Maybe he was too lonely at night and just wanted to relax.
Although Shen Xue had hidden feelings in her heart, it did not affect her cheerful personality. She sat next to Shen Zhifeng and said, "How did I sing? Please give me your opinion!"
Shen Zhifeng stretched out his thumb and praised: "The singing is very good, speaking from the bottom of my heart, I was fascinated just now."
Shen Xue curled her lips and said, "We are friends, so please moderate your flattery!"
"I'm not flattering, it does sound nice, but..."
"But what?"
"After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, it is a bit inappropriate to still sing such a song. Why not choose some light songs?"
"You are wrong. Our teacher said that this song is suitable at any time. It allows us to remember the past and never forget the past..."
While the two were talking, someone on the stage shouted: "Students, please come back to the stage and continue rehearsing!"
Shen Xue quickly stood up, walked a few steps, turned around and smiled brightly at Shen Zhifeng, and said, "Don't leave, I'll argue with you later!"
Shen Zhifeng smiled but said nothing.
Shen Xue came on stage with the accordion slung over her shoulder. This time she was rehearsing other songs, and she was not the lead singer.
Shen Zhifeng watched from a distance, unable to explain how he felt. Every time he was with Shen Xue, he would feel extremely relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off him.
In this girl's cheerful laughter, the whole world is clean and transparent, without a trace of impurities...