Chapter 39 Opening a Store



Erwa was still smiling just now, but something happened out of the blue, and now his face turned as pale as paper.

He said, "Sister, if I call the police, the first thing they will do is probably arrest me."

Lin Minjun: "Why are we arresting you?"

Erwa's hands suddenly grabbed the bed sheet tightly, wrinkling the white sheet. "Didn't I hit the person guarding me when I got out?"

He lowered his eyes, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he said anxiously, "I'm afraid I was too harsh. That person's head is cracked open, and I don't know if he's still alive."

"Is it so serious?" Lin Minjun took a breath of cool air.

"I begged him to let me go, but he refused and even tried to steal my money. I had no choice but to hit him."

In fact, the situation was even worse. Erwa only had a little money left, which he hid before going home. The guard wanted to rob him, but failed. Perhaps because he had drunk some wine, the drunken man took a stick and wanted to rob him. Erwa snatched the stick, jumped up and hit him on the head, causing him to fall to the ground with his head split open.

Lin Minjun felt something was wrong, "But how can you have that much strength to kill someone in one breath?"

"I wasn't worried about him being crushed to death by me." Erwa's eyes flashed with regret. "I figured it out later on the road. I didn't dare to disturb the people in his village when I left. No one knew he was unconscious there. I was afraid he would freeze to death."

Lin Minjun also frowned.

In the winter in the north, especially at night, the temperature is only minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius. Many people have frozen to death in the wild. What if that person was not found and just froze to death?

Erwa was very uneasy, "Sister, can you please not report it to the police?"

"But if he really was frozen to death and they came to your door, the police would also know about it. They were the ones who detained you and robbed you first, and we are the victims. If we don't report it to the police now, we will be the one in the wrong when those evil people file a complaint first," said Lin Minjun.

Erwa’s face turned even paler and he didn’t say anything for a long time.

Lin Minjun felt sorry for him and said, "But he may not be dead. He may have been found by someone."

“So I’m still going to jail?”

Lin Minjun: “I really don’t know about that.”

Although she was a wealthy wife in her previous life, Lu Deping did not let her interfere in his business, and she was always busy with her pregnancy and had no energy to care about other things.

However, Lin Minjun remembered that the first severe crackdown started in the past two years. If no one died, it would be fine. But if someone died, they might be shot to death, and they would not be sure at the moment.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Minjun said, "How about this, let's not call the police first. Let's ask someone to find out whether that person is in trouble. If not, we'll call the police. If so, we'll think of other ways."

"Will it work?" Erwa was still very panicked.

"Don't scare yourself. The person guarding you will definitely take over. He is still lying in the house. He will be discovered by the guards before dawn. The probability of someone dying is very small. Besides, if he didn't want to rob, this wouldn't have happened. This is called retribution. Now don't scare yourself. Get up and put on your clothes. Here, these are the clothes I bought for you. Put them on and I will help you to go through the discharge procedures." Lin Minjun said, taking out the new clothes she had just bought.

When Lin Minjun was going through the discharge procedures, she was cautious and asked Dr. Sun to issue a certificate stating that the child was in very poor health when he came back and had fainted from hunger.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Minjun suddenly remembered something, "I'm afraid I have to go to the police station today."

Erwa's face turned pale again. "Don't be so scared. Don't scare yourself. The probability of him freezing to death is very small."

"Then why are we going to the police station?"

Lin Minjun took out the watch she found yesterday and said, "I found this watch yesterday and handed it in to the lost and found office. Take a look."

Erwa took a quick glance and suddenly paused, "This is something from my house, my mother's watch."

"What?"

Lin Minjun subconsciously looked at the watch on her hand. It looked ordinary from left to right, but there was a lot of dirt on it. She simply dipped a handkerchief in water and carefully wiped off the dirt bit by bit. When she looked at it again, she found something was wrong.

This is an international brand watch. As a wealthy lady in her previous life, she had two or three of them, so she recognized it at a glance: Patek Philippe.

This brand is incredibly expensive, both in the past and in the future.

Erwa asked with a puzzled tone, "Sister, where did you pick it from?"

"I picked it up when I was setting up my stall yesterday. I thought it was dropped by a customer." Lin Minjun looked at the watch carefully and confirmed that it was a Patek Philippe, and an antique watch at that. Not many people can afford it.

Since Erwa’s mother is the eldest daughter and has studied abroad, the watch should belong to her, but why did she appear near the stall?

Lin Minjun couldn't understand it no matter how hard she tried.

At this time, Erwa said, "This watch was smashed by the Little Red Soldiers a few years ago, saying it was a capitalist thing."

"If it was smashed, how could I pick it up?"

Lin Minjun and Erwa looked at each other, both of them were a little confused.

"Wait, I clean the area around the stall every morning. I didn't see it when I went there yesterday, but I saw it when I left. Someone must have dropped it when buying potatoes." Lin Minjun analyzed carefully, "I picked it up from under the tree next to the stall. Logically, that tree always sheds leaves, and no one likes to stand there. Yesterday, there was only..."

Having said that, Lin Minjun suddenly pinched Erwa's hand.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Erwa was very confused.

Lin Minjun pinched it again, and her expression gradually became serious. "Let's go home and talk."

The brother and sister were originally planning to go to the police station again. Since the things belonged to Erwa's mother, they should be returned to the original owner and of course they didn't need to be handed in.

But the watch that had been smashed long ago miraculously appeared under the tree and was picked up by Lin Minjun. This is something that needs to be thought about carefully.

Lin Minjun took Erwa back home, and all the way she was thinking about who had passed by the tree yesterday and who might have dropped the watch.

After thinking about it, she thought of someone.

After returning home, Lin Minjun said to Erwa, "I think this watch fell from Cao Bin. He came to the stall to make trouble yesterday, but failed. He swallowed a dead mouse and squatted beside a tree to vomit. After vomiting, he stood up and jumped twice. I think that's when it fell out."

"Cao Bin?"

Lin Minjun: "It was probably him. You said that this watch was smashed by the Little Red Soldiers ten years ago. I have to tell you that Cao Bin was also a Little Red Soldier, and even a small leader. Have you discovered anything, Comrade Erwa?" She looked at Erwa and raised her eyebrows.

"Maybe Cao Bin used the name of the Little Red Soldier to smash things on the surface, but actually stole things from my house?" Erwa sat up straight at once.

Lin Minjun calculated and shook her head, "It's possible, but according to the time you said, he was only a teenager at the time and didn't have the ability to call people to come to your house and smash things. What do you think we should do about this? Should we continue investigating?"

The things in Erwa's house were destroyed by the Little Red Soldiers, and Cao Bin was once a Little Red Soldier. Now the things that had been destroyed long ago appear in Cao Bin's hands.

Putting all the clues together, the incident is definitely related to Cao Bin, but what was the situation at that time? Did he only have a Patek Philippe in his hand? Was there anything else?

These problems are waiting to be solved.

Lin Minjun's first reaction was, "We can't investigate this. Cao Bin is just stealing under a false pretext. We have to let..."

Before she even said the word "public security", she saw Erwa biting his lip and looking at her eagerly, with the word "fear" almost written on his face.

This kid is convinced that he is going to go to jail for smashing someone's head, but now his legs tremble when he hears the name of the police.

Lin Minjun had no choice but to change her words, "Then what do you say we should do?"

"I'll check it myself. Didn't I find out about Cao Bin taking the bacon last time?" Erwa rubbed his hands. "I can try it first."

Lin Minjun chuckled, "Last time it was just a piece of bacon, this time it's worth much more than before."

"But I have investigated twice and caught thieves twice. I found Shunzi Zhuzi and also found Cao Bin." Erwa whispered.

Seeing his serious expression, Lin Minjun reminded him, "I have to tell you, Cao Bin is an adult, and a little gangster. You can't treat him the same way you treat a child. You have to be careful and don't let him find out. Otherwise, who knows what he will do."

"Okay, I'll start checking tomorrow."

This task was taken over by Erwa.

But he is only ten years old, is it really possible?

Lin Minjun didn't say much, just said, "This year, you were delayed in registering because of this matter. Remember to catch up on your studies when you get back to school. Don't delay your studies."

"I got it, sister. I will go to the school tomorrow and ask after school. If I can't find out, I will ask the police. Is that okay?" Erwa raised his hand seriously and swore that he would not delay his studies.

However, after leaving Lin Minjun's house, Erwa rubbed his red nose and thought about how he should find out the truth and where to start.

Erwa brought the matter over and Lin Minjun stopped asking questions for the time being. She focused on her own business, which was surprisingly good during this period.

Because Cao Bin made a fuss twice in a row, once he went to find Duchu and Unhappy, and once he came on his own, Lin Minjun's stall became more famous.

The old customers ate as usual and comforted her, "It's okay, it's just the way it is these days, people will be jealous when they see you making money, so just let them be jealous, it's normal that if you don't work hard, you will cause trouble for others, we are used to it and won't stop coming because of this."

"I don't take it to heart, it's okay." Lin Minjun smiled.

The old customer said, "That's right. I was worried that you would be driven away by these hooligans and quit your job. Where can I find such delicious fried potatoes when you go back to your hometown?"

There were also people who were attracted by the last incident of finding a dead rat in the food and came to watch the fun. They stood in front of the stall and asked if they had found a dead rat in the food.

Lin Minjun explained one by one, "I didn't make the fried potatoes. Someone brought me their own recipe for curing sheep's feet madness. This is a misunderstanding. Look, this is my medical examination report."

When people saw that Lin Minjun had expressed her attitude and had wiped the stall clean, they took a sniff of the aroma of the fried potatoes and said they wanted to eat some too.

It has been four months since the store opened, and business is getting better and better. While frying potatoes, Lin Minjun was thinking, should I start considering opening a store?

The author has something to say:

Something happened at home these past two days, and it all came together. I was in a bad mood, which led to unstable updates. I would like to apologize to everyone first. If I can write today, I will post the second update, and I will start three updates a day tomorrow.

I'm really sorry that personal matters have affected the update. I will definitely adjust it today.


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