Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 112 I'm no better than anyone else, so what's there to be afraid of!
boom!
When the last person was shot dead with his eyes wide open, Cao Weida walked up, glanced at Tong Mazi and the others who died with their eyes wide open, and spat inwardly, "They died just like that, which is too good for you!"
"Come on, have a smoke. You've all worked hard."

After handing in his papers and putting them away, Cao Weida chuckled and took out cigarettes, offering them out one by one.

The coldness on the faces of those Japanese soldiers melted away, and they accepted the cigarettes with friendly smiles, even saying thank you.

They knew that Cao Wei Da was now their superior Fujita Sōsuke's benefactor.

Their promotions and wealth all depended on Fujita Sōsuke, which means that Cao Wei Da was their indirect benefactor, so they naturally had to give him a good face.

After a while, the sound of a car engine came from afar. Cao Weida and the Japanese soldiers quickly stood up. Fujita Sōsuke arrived on time.

The people Fujita Sousuke brought were clearly professionals. They started snapping photos non-stop as soon as they arrived. They showed no reaction whatsoever to the corpse whose face was covered in bullet holes, and proceeded to take pictures methodically with expressionless faces.

"Yoshi, they did a great job. They even got us into position, which saved us a lot of effort."

"Fujita-kun, what should we do with these bodies? Should we cremate them or bury them on the spot?"

"The military police are in a tight spot right now and don't have extra funds to deal with these minor issues, so let nature take care of it. The stray dogs will clean it up."

Holy crap!
Cao Weida cursed inwardly, "These little devils are really bastards. So they're not Japanese after all!"
"Fujita-kun, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Leaving a corpse here will easily breed germs. Besides, this place isn't far from Beiping City. It would be bad if it caused an epidemic. How about I pay for the body collection team to come and dig a pit and bury it?"

“You’re right, Cao Sang. I’ll leave this matter to you.”

As long as he doesn't have to pay, everything is negotiable. Since Cao Wei Da wants to handle it, then let him handle it.

After returning to Beiping, Cao Weida first went to the police station to report for duty, which was his daily routine and he couldn't miss it.

After that, we went directly to Maozi Hutong.

Once inside, I saw several workers dressed as laborers repairing the pavilion.

"Master, you're back."

"Hmm, is this a pavilion being repaired?"

"Yes, it's getting hotter and hotter, and the pavilion has been eaten away by termites, so we thought we'd repair it so that you, sir, can enjoy the cool shade in the future."

Upon hearing about termites, Cao Weida felt somewhat embarrassed. "Haha, Xinghong, you're so thoughtful. Look at me, I completely forgot about it."

"Master Cao."

"Master Cao, you're back."

When the workers saw Cao Weida enter, they all greeted him with smiles, and it was clear that they were not faking it, which showed that Cao Weida had a good reputation among the local people.

"Thank you all for your hard work. This pavilion needs to be repaired properly. Don't cut corners!"

Cao Wei Da smiled and spread out a circle of cigarettes, a gesture that made the workers beam with joy.

"Uncle Cao, what are you saying? We're all craftsmen, how could we do something that would ruin our livelihood? Don't worry, we'll definitely build it beautifully for you. Even in the summer, you'll feel cool and comfortable here."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Cao, would you like to hang some grapevines? If needed, I can build you a trellis."

"Then I'll trouble you. You'd better get me a good feng shui spot. Just tell me what materials you need as soon as possible. We're not short of money. Xinghong, call Quanjude and ask for a few ducks. We'll treat all the chefs to duck for lunch today."

These days, when you work for someone, you're usually provided with lunch, but whether it's good or bad is another matter.

Before time travel, Cao Wei Da was skeptical about things like feng shui, but after time travel, he had no choice but to believe it.

He had heard that any carpenter with skill would also have some knowledge of feng shui, so he shouldn't offend anyone over trivial matters and risk being tripped up.

"Oh, Master Cao, you're too kind. We're not fortunate enough to have such an honor."

"Hey, it's nothing," Cao Weida said magnanimously, indicating that it was no problem at all.

"Thank you so much." The workers thought to themselves, "Master Cao is truly kind and generous," and their hands became even more careful.

"Hey, don't be so polite. We're all from the same village. You gentlemen, please go ahead with your work. I'm going to get a haircut; my hair is already down to the back of my head."

"Master Cao, you're busy."

There were quite a few barbers in those days. Although Beiping was under Japanese occupation and its social and economic development was limited, the demand for basic public services still existed and was even greater than before. After all, there were fewer job opportunities than before, and many people without work could only look to other industries.

This has led to a large number of itinerant barbers.

Mobile barbers provide services at street corners and alley entrances. They use simple tools, such as razors, combs, and towels, and their prices are low, making them suitable for ordinary people.

Of course, there are also small, fixed barbershops in the city, but they are generally small in scale and serve a different social class than the itinerant barbers.

Cao Weida didn't let Xiangzi pull the rickshaw, after all, the distance wasn't far, it would only take ten minutes or so to get there, and he wasn't at the point where he felt like a big shot. But when he arrived at his destination, he found the door locked, which made Cao Weida a little suspicious.

He walked over to a neighbor sitting nearby, enjoying the cool air, plopped down on a stool, and asked, "Hey buddy, do you know why Old Sun didn't open the door today?"

"Oh, it's Master Cao! Greetings! Are you here for a haircut?" the neighbor greeted him with a bow.

"Yeah, it's been almost a month since I got a haircut. I was thinking of getting one today. Where's Old Sun?"

The neighbor sighed, "Uncle Cao, you should probably go to another barbershop from now on."

"What's wrong?" Cao Weida frowned. "What do you mean by that, sir? Has something happened to Old Sun?"

This wasn't his first time getting a haircut here, and hearing his neighbor's comment made him feel uneasy.

The neighbor looked indignant. "You're absolutely right. Old Sun really did get into trouble. He was beaten to death by that bastard Louzi!"

He was killed?!
Cao Weida's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Damn it, how dare they openly kill someone in my jurisdiction?! Who is that bastard, and why did they beat up old man Sun?!"

Memories of Old Man Sun kept flashing through his mind.

Old Sun is a barber, the kind whose skills have been passed down through generations. His craftsmanship is impeccable, and his prices are reasonable.

Old Sun had a very good personality; he was always kind and approachable. When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face would gather together, making him look very peaceful.

Now, this kind old man has been beaten to death.
A surge of fury rose in his chest.

"He's just a petty thug. I heard he used to follow Kui Biao; he's always so arrogant and domineering." The neighbor, clearly having disliked that scoundrel for a long time, immediately told him when Cao Weida asked.

"I do know a little about this. Old Sun has a son named Ping An, but somehow he ended up hanging out with that bastard."

"It seems Old Sun didn't tell you. His son got addicted to gambling, and Old Sun has already squandered all his savings."

"He went gambling again recently and lost more than a hundred silver dollars at the Pulan Casino. He came back to get money, but Ping An had already emptied his pockets. Where would he get any money?"

“That bastard brought people to collect the debt. If we didn’t pay, he threatened to mortgage the ancestral home. How could Old Man Sun agree to that? If the ancestral home was mortgaged, he wouldn’t have the face to face his ancestors after he passed away.”

"Then, that bastard Louzi beat Old Sun up badly and forced him to sign a document, saying that if he couldn't get the money in three days, he would mortgage the house."

"Old Sun was already in poor health; after being brutally beaten, he was barely clinging to life. And then, after saying that, he died on the spot. What a tragedy!"

"Master Cao, tell me, how could such a kind-faced old man like Sun have raised such a thing?"

Upon hearing these words, Cao Wei clenched his fists tightly.

Damn, that's incredibly arrogant!

Who gave them the audacity to do this in my jurisdiction?!
He knew that this era was dark, and darkness was everywhere. He had limited abilities and could only manage his own small area.

But on his own little plot of land, he absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen!

Sometimes things just happen by chance; speak of the devil and he appears.

Before Cao Weida could even speak, several arrogant figures approached from a distance.

The neighbor's eyes narrowed, and he whispered, "Uncle Cao, the one with the basket is the one walking at the very front. I have something to do at home, so I'll head back first."

Cao Wei squinted and looked over. Six men walked towards him, each with an arrogant expression. Anyone who blocked their way was shoved aside while cursing. Their domineering attitude was truly disgusting.

Cao Wei Da couldn't help but laugh.

Good, good, there are actually such awesome people in my territory.
It seems that since I haven't stepped in to intimidate them for a long time, those scoundrels think they're all that great now!
"Oh, isn't this Master Cao? Greetings! What's up? Here for a haircut?" Louzi walked over, shaking his head and giving a perfunctory bow. Although Cao Weida didn't recognize him, Louzi recognized Cao Weida.

In Tianqiao, almost everyone who was involved in the underworld knew Cao Weida.

However, deep down he looked down on Cao Weida, seeing him as nothing more than a black-skinned dog.

So what if they've hooked up with the Japanese? I'm no saint either, what's there to be afraid of!
He's just a lackey who runs errands for the Japanese devils. Has he ever seen a knife go in and come out red?

Cao Weida took out a cigarette and lit it, ignoring him completely. He was just a self-important little hoodlum, whom he truly didn't take seriously.

"Damn it, are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" The henchman cursed and pointed at Cao Weida.

Cao Wei Da's face turned cold. He suddenly stood up and, without warning, grabbed the stool from under his buttocks and smashed it over.

Bang~~
(End of this chapter)