Chapter two hundred and eighty second spying on the enemy
When Lin Chong heard that there was something to eat, he immediately came over with gleaming eyes: "Let me see, walnut candied jujube soy sauce? It sounds delicious."
Yuan Qingfang smiled, stretched out her hand and made a "please" gesture. At the same time, she couldn't help but become a little nervous, waiting for Lin Chong's reaction with some anxiety.
Lin Chong picked up a walnut and candied date cake and looked at it from left to right: "I didn't expect the little lady to be so virtuous." After watching it, he directly stuffed it into his mouth: "Hmm..."
Yuan Qingfang saw him frowning and hesitating to speak, and her heart suddenly went cold: "It doesn't taste good...if it doesn't taste good, just..."
Lin Chong saw her nervously trying to remove the small plate, but couldn't hold back the expression on her face. He quickly stretched out his hand to stop it: "It's so delicious. I've covered this whole plate. Anyone who tries to compete with me will be dragged out and plated."
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Yuan Qingfang was stunned. It wasn't until Lin Chong actually ate half the plate piece by piece that she believed that she had done a good job. She couldn't help but take a piece too. Lin Chong ran back early before she could taste the taste.
After trying it in person, it turned out that the taste was exactly the same as before, and she was relieved. Her uncle used to like this pastry, and her aunt often made it for them. Over time, she learned how to make it. It has been a long time since she made it, and it is the same today.
Thinking that Lin Chong might like it, I tried to cook some myself.
After Lin Chong had eaten and drank enough, he dragged Yuan Qingfang to bask in the sun. He would have a honeymoon soon. If there weren't people with ill intentions always coming out to disrupt the situation, this day would be perfect.
At a small port on the coast of Fujian, the boats coming and going and the sounds of shouting mixed together, making the place seem crowded and lively.
"Boss, are you really sure it will be useful here? I don't think there is anything special about this port."
The speaker was a young man in a sapphire blue gown. He was called a young man, but he actually looked thirty years old. However, he had a pair of eyes that looked very happy and lively. People who looked at him often looked at him because of these eyes.
His eyes followed him and he smiled unconsciously.
The person sitting opposite him was wearing an apricot-colored gown, but he was smiling and silent. These two people were clearly Zheng Chenggong, who had agreed to go deep into the tiger's den a few days ago, and Zeng De, who was forced to go together.
Zende found that Brother Hain seemed to particularly like bright yellow, or maybe not because he had never seen this brother show special interest in anything. It seemed like it was just a habitual choice.
He touched his chin, feeling that this man had a lot of background, and one day he would have to explain clearly.
"There can be nothing wrong here. We have found nothing here in the past few investigations. How can there be such a coincidence in the world? There is definitely something wrong with this port." Zheng Chenggong affirmed.
"Even if there's something wrong with it, it's okay for us to wait here." Zeng De worried: "The enemy won't take the initiative to come to it."
"Yes, so we need to go to the door directly at our own expense."
"What are you going to do?" Zeng De had an ominous premonition.
"It's definitely not okay to dress like this. Anyone who comes to see you has bad intentions." After saying that, he lifted a cloth bag at his feet: "Look what I have prepared for you?"
Zeng De took it with an alert look on his face, opened it slowly, and almost fainted from the strange smell that hit his nose. He quickly rewrapped the cloth bag, took a few deep breaths, and then faced it.
The man with the stuff glared angrily: "What is this?"
Zheng Chenggong was also stung by the stench that hit his face, but fortunately he was far away and could barely make a nonchalant expression: "I just changed it back, put it on quickly, and then we go
Find a job at the dock."
Zeng De still wanted to struggle: "Don't you want to change careers?"
Zheng Chenggong looked at him condescendingly: "What do you think?"
Zende: ...In view of the fate that he could not escape, Zende still took his clothes and wailed to change them.
The result is that even after changing their clothes, they still can't find a job. This cannot be blamed on external factors.
"Let's go, let's go. Don't delay my business here. Who would hire you two losers if you can't carry such a small thing? Get out of here."
I can’t remember which contractor rudely drove them away. The reason is very simple. These two are young men who can’t carry their shoulders or lift their hands. It’s tantamount to committing suicide for such people to find work in the port.
Zeng De couldn't help but glance at Zheng Chenggong. Although he had already guessed that Zheng Chenggong was from a rich family, but seeing that the opponent's boxing and kicking skills were quite good, he thought that this person should be able to adapt to this job.
It was only then that he realized that he was not only wrong, but also outrageously wrong. With that frowning look of disgust all the way, Zeng De was afraid that if he suddenly took action, he would beat the person to death.
"Are you sure we want to keep going? Every job recruiter here has tried it, right?" Zeng De felt that this plan was going to be ruined, and it would be better to go back and think of other ways.
"No, have you noticed that this is a busy time now. There are many people transporting goods on the dock. We want to be helpers. The bosses will more or less stay and give us a try. Even if they don't want us, we will stay.
You know others, but have you noticed? There is one family that is different from the others."
Zeng De looked in the direction of his finger. It seemed to be the goods to be loaded by a fleet transporting soap locust spices. Less than ten people were busy in an orderly manner, but for some reason the scene looked a bit strange.
"I don't know why, they seem to have an indescribable strange feeling..." Zeng De was confused.
Zheng Chenggong pointed to another place: "If you look carefully, you will know why it feels strange."
Zeng De looked around, then looked in that direction again, with a look of enlightenment on his face: "So that's it, they are too quiet. Look at the other porters complaining about the lack of money or pushing and shoving. Everyone feels that they are
They suffered a lot, but they were the only ones..."
Completely silent, even if there was communication, it was only limited to whispering instructions.
"No matter where the soap locust is shipped, the quantity is too much..." Zeng De touched his chin
Zheng Chenggong didn't notice the number. He never knew or cared about this kind of thing: "There are more than a dozen of them and they are very busy. I don't think they will find it inconvenient no matter how many people there are. Moreover, they don't recruit other people.
Even if you are willing to accept a lower salary, there is no need to negotiate.”
Zeng De was surprised: "How do you know? Have you tried it?" Seeing the latter nodding, he looked horrified: "When did it happen!"
Zheng Chenggong was already heading in that direction: "When you go to the latrine."
Zeng De followed Zheng Chenggong a few steps up and stopped not far from the boat.
"In your opinion, what is their boat used for?" Zheng Chenggong frowned and thought.