Since Jiang Changping was willing to give Wei Aiguo money, it meant he wanted to use him. Although no one had contacted Wei Aiguo, he felt he still had value and that they might come looking for him.
Wei Aiguo could only wait patiently.
The black market was the same as usual today, with Hei Zi leisurely strolling around. Chang Xiaohu placed a broken bowl at the corner to beg.
“Hey, there’s someone who has some serious stuff. But he’s too scared to come. I’ll take you to see him.” Grasshopper called out to Wei Aiguo from behind.
Hard goods refer to gold.
If someone has exceptionally good goods, they'll find a middleman to approach them. What the grasshopper said makes sense.
"Where can I see the goods?" Wei Aiguo asked.
“It’s not far, I’ll take you to see it,” the grasshopper said, leading the way.
Wei Aiguo wasn't afraid of anything, so he followed. Chang Xiaohu saw Hei Zi leave. He stopped begging, stood up, and followed.
"Why does he follow you around like a tail all day?" Grasshopper said with some disdain when he saw Chang Xiaohu following behind.
"If the goods are good, even if one more person watches them, they won't fly away." Wei Aiguo meant that he could just follow along.
Ever since Chang Xiaohu delivered the letter last night, Wei Aiguo hasn't wanted him out of his sight. He's afraid that if he's exposed, these people definitely won't let him off the hook.
The grasshopper deliberately took a roundabout route to avoid being spotted.
Wei Aiguo stopped. "Is this what you meant by 'not far'? How many streets have we crossed?" Grasshopper chuckled. "We're here, we're here. You're a grown man, this is nothing, just a few steps." He was referring to the small side gate of the courtyard in front.
Wei Aiguo was surprised to find Big Scar when he went inside. "Big Scar, what are you doing here?"
“Jiang Changping said you’re still usable. He wants you to do things for me here.” Big Scar lay sprawled on a chair.
Jiang Changping is dead, what else could he say? Wei Aiguo remained calm, "Jiang Changping was telling me to do my job well."
Big Scar glanced at Chang Xiaohu following behind him. He had originally planned to use someone else, but since this boy was here, he might as well give him a try. "Grasshopper, you can go back now."
Grasshopper was taken aback. He could tell that Jiang Changping valued Da Bala quite a bit. So when Da Bala asked him to call Hei Zi out, he didn't hesitate at all. But he didn't expect that after using him, Jiang would kick him out.
Big Scar, seeing that Grasshopper hadn't left, lost patience with coaxing him. "If you don't leave, you're still waiting for me to feed you." Big Scar looked at him with a gloomy gaze as he spoke.
"Hey, hey, I'm leaving now!" The grasshopper was a little scared and quickly left.
"We have work to do tonight, so you should go inside and rest."
The inner room had a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), which was quite warm. Wei Guo pulled Chang Xiaohu to lie down on the kang to rest.
Wei Aiguo appeared very obedient, but in reality, he was already keeping a close eye on everything. It was just an ordinary house, empty and without any furniture. The contents of the house were almost immediately apparent; there were no explosives or anything like that.
Their hideout was under surveillance by the military and police. There were also their own people around the black market, but Wei Aiguo was certain that no one was with him when he went out.
Since I'm the only one here, I have to be flexible and adaptable.
He just squinted his eyes to rest... The warm kang (heated brick bed) was quite comfortable, but Wei Aiguo didn't dare to sleep.
"What kind of weather is this? It's fucking cold. Has Heizi arrived yet?" That was Cui Jian's voice.
“We’re here,” Big Scar said.
"Tell them to eat!"
"Hey, get up and eat!"
…Inside the room were Big Scar and Cui Jian. Cui Jian's skills were average; he hadn't even used his full strength when he fought Big Scar last time, so it was hard to say what would happen. Wei Aiguo was assessing whether he could subdue the two of them.
Big Scar: "Has the stuff been delivered?"
“I had someone deliver it in. I got rid of the delivery person. No one but me can find the goods,” Cui Jian said confidently.
“Be careful with everything, you know, if we…” Big Scar stopped there.
“I know, I know. What Jiang Changping can do, I can do too.” Cui Jian said impatiently.
Wei Aiguo was about to raise his hand to attack Da Bala, and then subdue Cui Jian. But Wei Aiguo lowered his hand again.
What Jiang Changping can do, Du Jian can also do.
Jiang Changping is dead, so is Du Jian also planning to die? Even if someone like that is subdued, it's very difficult to get a confession from him. What did he send in, and where did he send it? Was it explosives?
…
Song Yan had her newly bought watch in her pocket; she wasn't wearing it on her wrist. She didn't want to attract the attention of the Song family.
Song Yan checked his watch; now was the perfect time to go to the Workers' Cultural Palace.
Police officers and ticket inspectors were stationed at the entrance of the Workers' Cultural Palace. Although people were not searched upon entry, backpacks and similar items were subject to inspection.
Those people wanted to bring explosives in. Entering through the main gate was clearly unlikely.
Those who were able to get tickets today are all employed people, and their overall behavior is relatively good. Everyone is queuing up to enter the theater.
Others went to the right rear side of the Cultural Palace. Many of them were carrying packages or musical instruments.
Song Yan went over to take a look and saw that the performers were entering through the side door. The items they brought in were checked more carefully.
It seems that tonight's gala has been well prepared.
After entering the Cultural Palace, Song Yan did not rush to find his seat, but wandered around and looked at the surroundings.
I'd seen the clothing and appearance of that era in movies before, and they were indeed similar to what I see now. But seeing it in person is far more impactful than watching it in a movie.
There were three main styles of clothing. Many women wore Lenin suits, while men wore Zhongshan suits. Another major category consisted of workers' work clothes.
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