Mirzaoglu was in a very good mood.
After scolding those whimsical Chinese people in the morning, his mood miraculously improved, as if his prostate was stimulated.
He was immersed in this excitement all afternoon.
The Chinese aircraft carrier wants to pass through the Prussian Strait from under his command? No way!
He suddenly felt that when he had nothing to do in the future, he could find a few Chinese people to give them a scolding. This would save money rather than taking drugs.
When he got off work in the afternoon, Mirzaoglu drove out of the Ministry of State Affairs in a happy mood and walked home leisurely.
On his way home, when he passed a teahouse called Blue Mood, he parked his car on the side of the road opposite the teahouse and walked into the teahouse carrying his briefcase.
Unlike those who like to drink lion's milk and coffee, Mirzaoglu's favorite drink is Turqi tea, and he drinks several cups every day.
If we talk about which country in the world has the most tea drinkers, it must be Turin.
In Tuerqi, drinking tea has become the first drink of Tuerqi people. Almost everyone, regardless of gender, drinks tea.
There are teahouses everywhere in the city, and there are even tea deliverymen walking around the streets.
These tea servers carry a huge teapot on their backs and a belt filled with disposable teacups around their waists. Their unique national costumes can be seen at a glance.
If you want to drink tea, just ask them and they will quickly pour you a cup of hot black tea.
You can taste the tea just by squatting on the roadside.
Here you can often see people sitting or squatting under the trees on the roadside drinking tea.
Of course, Mirzaoglu couldn't drink tea on the roadside. Even if he wanted to drink tea outside, he would go to a teahouse, just like the teahouse he walked into now, called Blue Fun, which was a place he often visited.
He had been to almost all the teahouses in Tanbu, but only this teahouse left a deep impression on him. Almost every time he passed by here, he would come in and order a pot of tea to drink slowly.
Blue Pleasure is a men's teahouse where no one of the opposite sex can be seen.
Mirzaoglu found an empty table and sat down. The waiter immediately brought him a set of tea set.
A round tray with a small tray on it, and a slim teacup with a waistline design on it, and a double-layered letter pot.
This double-layer letter teapot is just like an ordinary teapot in China. The difference is that the teapots here are one large and one small. The small teapot sits on the mouth of the large teapot and is also compatible with the lid of the large teapot.
First put water in the large teapot and start boiling, then put tea leaves in the small teapot.
Once the water in the large teapot boils, pour it into the small teapot to make a strong brew. Continue to simmer until the water in the small teapot boils. Pour the strong tea from the small teapot into the small glass teacup, adjusting the amount to your preference. Finally, pour the boiling water from the large teapot into the teacup, add a sugar cube, and drink.
This is a relatively time-consuming task, and it usually takes almost an hour to finish a pot of tea.
It was Mirzaoglu's turn to get off work now. He had plenty of time and didn't care about this hour at all.
While Mirza Olu was making tea, a tea drinker came to the opposite side of the table. He looked to be in his thirties and nodded to Mirza Olu.
This person was not drinking tea, because he did not ask for tea but just looked at Mirza Olu.
"Why are you looking at me if you don't drink tea?"
"Are you Mr. Mirza Olu?"
Mirza Oglu frowned: "Do you know me?"
The other person shook his head: "Someone gave me fifty lire at the door just now and asked me to give this envelope to you." After that, the man took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it in front of Mirza Olu.
"Who asked you to deliver it?"
"The guy standing by the car across the street."
Mirzaoglu turned around.
The car across the street was his, but there was no one next to it.
"Where are the people?"
"It was still there when I took out the envelope. How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye? I'll go out and take a look."
The man stood up and walked out.
Mirza Oglu didn't take it seriously. The envelope was right in front of him, with the words "Mr. Mirza Oglu personally received" written on it.
Who sent him this letter?
Mirzaoglu had been planning to finish his tea before reading it, but for some reason the envelope kept bothering him, so he reached out, picked up the envelope and put it in his pocket.
It was already past six o'clock when they finished their tea, and Mirzaoglu drove home.
His home is in a small, separate villa on the beach with a pleasant view.
Mirzaoglu parked the car in front of the house and did not get out immediately. Instead, he reached for a cigarette.
He rarely smokes, but every time he drives out of the car, he will take out a cigarette and light it before getting out. It has become a habit.
Mirzaoglu reached into his pocket for a cigarette and his hand touched the letter, so he took it out.
After thinking for a while, he reached out and tore open the seal, and took out a photo from it.
The photo shows a man wearing women's underwear and stockings, high heels, and with makeup on his face.
As soon as Mirzaoglu saw this photo, he felt a blackout and a buzzing in his head.
For a moment, he seemed unable to breathe, his heart beat at the speed of a machine gun, and stars danced in front of his eyes like fireflies in summer.
Mirzaoglu's mind was still clear. With trembling hands, he took out a medicine bottle from his western underwear pocket, poured out two pills and swallowed them.
After a few minutes, he finally calmed down a little.
The first thing he had to do was to put the photo in his underwear pocket and destroy it, and never let his family see it.
The reason why he didn't destroy it now was that he felt the photo was still useful.
He began to recall how the letter came into his hands. After much recollection, he realized that the person who delivered the letter was an unrelated person, and what he said was very likely true.
When he entered the teahouse to deliver a letter, the person who asked him to deliver the letter was standing outside the teahouse next to his car across the street, looking into the teahouse. He only left after he was sure that the messenger had handed the letter to him.
But what is this person's purpose?
Mirzaoglu thought about it so much that his head hurt, but he still couldn't figure it out.
The other party wouldn't send a photo for no reason, right? There should be something left behind, right?
Mirza Oglu first looked at the envelope, and there was nothing inside or outside it.
He took out the photo again, turned it over and over again, and finally saw a line of inconspicuous words on the front of the photo: Someone will look for you in the next few days, don't wander around.
Mirzaoglu took a deep breath.
"Dad! Why don't you get out of the car?"
Two children ran out of the villa, a teenage girl and a boy in his teens holding a football.
These are Mirzaoglu’s two children. On the surface, he holds a high position, has a beautiful wife, a son and a daughter, and they are a happy family.
But when he thought of the photo on his body, Mirzaoglu's heart sank.
Will this happy family last?
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