Chapter 18 Next time I'll buy a better quality one.
"His name is Song Zhan. I wonder if you've heard of him, sister?"
"Song Zhan! I've heard of him!" Dang Xianghong excitedly tried to pat Shen Wanjun's shoulder again, but she dodged him.
Sister, please stop filming, I'm scared.
Since the Party had nowhere to pat itself on the back, it simply patted its own thigh.
"Isn't this like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, or like family members not recognizing each other?"
“I know Song Zhan. He lives in the same military compound as my wife. I saw him before I went home last month.”
Suddenly remembering something, Dang Xianghong hesitated before speaking.
"Well... the environment in the Northwest is quite harsh. Can a girl with delicate skin like you handle it?"
"Actually, whether or not to accompany someone to the military depends on individual circumstances. You can't just go because everyone else is going."
“It must be tough for the men over there, but it’s not easy for us women either.”
"Young lady, you're so young, you probably haven't had children yet, right? Your husband... is a good man."
As Dang Xianghong spoke, she began to sigh; there were some things she, as an outsider, really couldn't say.
Forget it, Shen Wanjun will find out when she gets there. It's best for her to stay out of other people's business.
Shen Wanjun had a vague feeling that Dang Xianghong was hiding something from her, but she couldn't ask in front of so many people.
Political Commissar Zhao had already noted down the information of the two men. He said to Sergeant Tian, "I told you both were good comrades. Look at you, you almost wronged them."
If their men found out, there would be huge misunderstandings.
They might end up having all three of their clothes stripped off.
Sergeant Tian: Old Zhao, you weren't like this just now.
Political Commissar Zhao had been pretending to be deaf and dumb the whole time, and hadn't said a word.
"Yes, yes, you're right."
Now that things had come to this, Sergeant Tian could only apologize, "Comrades, hehe, I'm just a rough guy, I didn't scare you, did I?"
He just pointed at someone with the black shell; if that person makes a scene, he'll definitely lose his job.
"It's alright, Sergeant Tian is just doing his job, I understand."
Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "Now that Special Forces have been caught, we'll be leaving."
"Wait a minute. What about our lost things?" Dang Xianghong looked at Political Commissar Zhao. "Our belongings didn't just fall from the sky."
"We'll have to wait until the interrogation is complete before we have any results, how about this..."
Political Commissar Zhao took out his wallet and gave all the money and tickets inside to Dang Xianghong.
"You should distribute it to everyone; we can't let the people suffer losses for nothing."
Dang Xianghong: "Okay."
Shen Wanjun wanted to refuse, but Dang Xianghong had already pulled her outside.
Sister Dang is really bold; she even dared to ask Political Commissar Zhao for money.
Commissar Zhao really had a tough time; he practically emptied his pockets.
One dared to give, and the other dared to take; there's no one else like them.
Dang Xianghong walked to the door and picked up the bolt that she had just kicked off.
The iron bolt was badly bent, and she threw it onto the table next to her with a thud.
"This little thing is too fragile."
"I'll buy a better quality one next time."
“Our Party is committed to the Party’s principles and dares to act and take responsibility. Sergeant Tian, here’s your 10 cents.”
Sergeant Tian really wanted to crawl into a hole. People helped him catch Special W, but he had to pay for a broken door latch instead.
Is this appropriate?
"No need, no need," he waved his hands repeatedly.
"Chief Inspector Tian, you don't still want me to replace the iron gate for you, do you?"
Dang Xianghong is not one to be overly kind; she has to be very careful with every penny she spends.
"No, no, haha."
Police Chief Tian awkwardly accepted the 10 cents and quickly sent the two men back.
Dang Xianghong looked at Shen Wanjun with admiration, "Little sister, what kind of lip reading is that? Can I learn it?"
She didn't want anything else; she just wanted to catch her mother-in-law talking badly about her so she could retaliate.
If possible, she would also like to listen to other people's gossip.
Being able to hear what others are saying from a distance is an incredibly useful skill.
"Sure, with more practice and observation, you can learn anything. You're not stupid."
Shen Wanjun was telling the truth. She learned lip reading entirely because she was watching a TV series in China. Unfortunately, her phone broke, and the series was very good. That's how she learned this special skill by chance.
"Hehe, my husband always says I'm stupid, but you're the only one who praises me for being smart."
Dang Xianghong was in a good mood; it felt great to be praised.
The two returned to the private room and distributed the money and tickets given to them by Political Commissar Zhao to everyone.
Someone cheered happily, "You two are amazing!"
It's not surprising that there are many pickpockets on trains; after all, with so many people crammed together, there are just too many opportunities to steal.
Most of the people whose property was stolen were in a hurry and didn't have time to investigate.
Some people dared not pursue the matter, fearing that the thief would seek revenge.
Previously, someone bravely intervened to catch a thief on a bus, but was later chased to their home by the thief and had their arm chopped off.
Most people, most of the time, can only accept their bad luck.
Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong went out and brought back the compensation money and tickets.
They are like the sun, brave and warm-hearted.
Even so, some people are still dissatisfied.
"Where are my cigarettes? I only have a few left!" a man with blackened and yellowed teeth shouted.
"Aren't you catching a thief? Where's the thief? Make him give me back my cigarettes."
Shen Wanjun explained, "It wasn't us who caught the thief; the train police chief caught him."
"We didn't find anything. These banknotes were paid for by Political Commissar Zhao out of his own pocket."
This person is ungrateful; he's not satisfied with having money and tickets?
"I don't care, I just want my cigarettes," the man yelled, his attitude very bad.
Shen Wanjun looked at him with amusement, "Then go ask the thief for it."
"you……"
"What? You have a problem with me? If you do, keep it to yourself!"
When she's out and about, Shen Wanjun doesn't indulge anyone.
She has a soft voice and speaks with a sweet, coquettish tone, but that doesn't mean she's easy to mess with.
The special agent who just angered her has already been arrested.
Dang Xianghong stepped forward and stared coldly at the man with yellow teeth: "Comrade, are you sure you only want cigarettes and not money or coupons?"
“Yes, I want my cigarettes,” the yellow-toothed man said through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry then." Dang Xianghong snatched back the money with lightning speed.
He turned to the others and said, "Come on, let's divide it again."
A pregnant woman with a large belly smiled sweetly, "Great! With this ticket, I can buy another bar of soap."
She lost a bar of soap with a coupon, which was available for purchase with a limit of one coupon per month.
It's hard to buy.
"Tch, it's just a bar of soap, what's the big deal?" The yellow-toothed man said sneer.
"Just a bar of soap? My soap cost 30 cents." The pregnant woman frowned.
"30 cents is nothing. My cigarettes are high-end, 80 cents a pack," the yellow-toothed man said regretfully.
80 cents is indeed not cheap; it's almost equivalent to a day's wages for an average worker.
"That's so extravagant, who smokes that stuff?" Dang Xiang rolled his eyes. What a waste of money.
The man with yellow teeth was furious, so he took out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "I'll smoke."
These old women don't know anything. This cigarette is a good stuff.
He skillfully flicked the ash into the aluminum ashtray and stared at the box printed with "Increase Production and Save Money".
What a pity, there are only two left.
Shen Wanjun glanced at the pregnant woman next to her and stepped forward, saying kindly, "Comrade, there's a pregnant woman here. Would you please get off the bus before you smoke?"
Smoking is now allowed on trains, so Shen Wanjun couldn't directly stop people from doing so.
The man with yellow teeth took a deep drag, then exhaled a puff of smoke with a look of enjoyment: "Am I in your way?"
"Ah... my water broke!" the pregnant woman suddenly cried out.
Dang Xianghong frowned deeply; she was about to give birth.
But there are still several hours until the next stop.
There's no doctor on the bus, what should we do?
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