Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 115 You just wait!

Little Ear reminded him, "Brother Cao, Jin Hai in the capital prison is a troublesome guy. If we send him there, and Jin Hai has some connection with Scarface, we'll be at a disadvantage if we want to do anything later."

Jin Hai?

Oh, right, they all have little ears now, how can they not have Jin Hai?

"Don't worry about him, just follow the normal procedures."

"Once they're sent in, send two brothers to keep a close watch on them. If the capital prison decides to release them, notify me immediately."

Judging from the TV series, Jin Hai still has principles and bottom lines, and relatively speaking, he still follows the rules.

Moreover, even if we disregard the fact that Louzi is so arrogant, will Scarface still care about his brother-in-law?

He never intended to let Scarface go. Once Scarface was dead, who would bother with a dead brother-in-law?
"You can take care of the rest. Just let me know when it's done."

This is the benefit of having power. You can just give orders and let your subordinates do it. If you do everything yourself, what's the point of being a boss?

Little Ears licked his cheek and said, "Brother Cao, you punish the wicked and clean up the corrupt. It's a blessing for the people to have such a good official like you. If we were to use an old saying from the previous dynasty, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to praise you as a reincarnation of a just and upright official. Even Bao Zheng couldn't have been better than you."

Cao Wei Da quickly interrupted, laughing and scolding, "Give me a break. I know my place. Bao Zheng, a paragon of justice? I'd be grateful if the common people didn't gossip about me behind my back."

"Besides, I'm just a lowly patrol captain, what kind of official am I? In ancient times, I would be called an clerk, do you understand?"

"Is that how it is?" Little Ears scratched his head.

“Nonsense,” Cao Weida rolled his eyes. “Alright, stop with your fancy words. You’re full of them. Do you want to get into Peking University? Get back to work.”

After leaving the police station, Cao Weida hailed a rickshaw and headed to the overpass. He had only come out today to get a haircut, but who would have thought he would be forced to go to work instead? What bad luck!

Perfect timing, I'll get a haircut to get rid of bad luck.

Because of the expanded printing of another batch of Union Bank notes, the price index in Beiping has risen sharply, and Tianqiao, as a commercial hub, has also been greatly affected.

Ordinary people live in poverty, and in order to make a living, many people have joined the ranks of "driving cars" and "hairdressing".

Upon reaching the overpass, Cao Weida saw a young girl dressed in patched, coarse cloth, calling out to someone.

"Red tin bags, big double knives, Hademen cigarettes, little bees, and foreign cigarettes for sale!"

Cao Wei Da took a closer look and exclaimed, "Oh my, isn't this Mo He?!"
Speaking of which, the conflict with Fu Decheng a while ago was actually caused by him helping Mo He beat up Kui Biao, which led to a lot of subsequent events.

Seeing it again now, he couldn't help but examine it closely.

Mo He was a young, beautiful, and energetic girl. In particular, her fresh and natural temperament, her natural beauty that could not be hidden even without makeup, and her genuine simplicity and innocence gave him a sense of warmth and approachability, like that of a girl next door.

Putting aside his appearance, Cao Wei Da admired him quite a bit for his character alone.

Born into poverty, she went to Beiping alone to make a living after the death of her parents. She supported herself by selling cigarettes. Facing all kinds of difficulties and setbacks in life, she never complained or was defeated. She worked hard to support herself and her brother.

Despite his difficult circumstances, he persisted in working hard to earn a living.

Just as he was lost in thought, a man in a gray long coat with a sleazy appearance reached out from behind and stole a pack of cigarettes.

Soba was craving a cigarette, so he casually picked up a cigarette from Moho's basket and lit it comfortably.

Mo He thought business had come knocking and said happily, "Sir, the red tin packets come in packs of ten, twelve per pack."

She patiently followed behind the lewd man, waiting for the customer to pay, but little did she know that she had encountered a customer who wanted to get something for free.

Soba took two quick puffs, finished the cigarette, and threw it on the ground.
"You've covered up the smoke, I don't want it anymore."

Mo He immediately panicked, "Hey, sir, these cigarettes are all newly arrived stock, how could I possibly hoard them? Look, you've already opened the pack, who am I supposed to sell them to? Please, at least buy them!"

Soba impatiently tried to break free from Mohe's hand, "I said I'm covering it up, I don't want it anymore, didn't you hear me!"

"No, you already took it, and you're saying you covered it up?"

Soba was no good person to begin with. Seeing that the little girl was being unreasonable, he flung Mo He away and scolded her with a stern face, "Don't pull me! If you pull me again, you'll be sorry!"

"A young woman selling cigarettes on the street, don't you feel ashamed?"

Mo He figured it out: this guy wanted to smoke but wouldn't pay!

She wasn't one to be trifled with either, and immediately retorted, "What's so shameful about me selling cigarettes? It's you who's shameful for smoking cigarettes and not paying!"

"Are you trying to make yourself look bad?"

"Hey, let's see who's trying to make trouble for whom."

Just as the two were arguing, Cao Weida's voice came from the side.

Then, he grabbed Soba's clothes and slapped him hard across the face.
Pa~~
"Ouch~~"

That was a hard slap. Soba, clutching his numb face, glared and roared, "Who the hell are you?! You stinky patrolman, how dare you hit your master Soba?!" *Slap!*
Another slap landed.

"what!!"

Soba covered the other half of his face, completely stunned by the slap.

"Who the hell do you think you are, trying to show off your skills to me?"

Soba, who was almost knocked off his feet by the slap, pulled him back and patted his cheek, saying coldly:
"You've got some nerve, kid. You dare to cause trouble on my turf?"

"Brother Cao!" Mo He exclaimed in surprise when she saw that the person who had stepped forward to help was Cao Weida.

Ever since Cao Weida saved her last time, Cao Weida's heroic figure has appeared in Mo He's mind from time to time.

Why is it that the trope of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress has been played to death throughout history, yet it is still frequently seen?
Because it's easy to use!
Last time, Cao Weida appeared like a divine soldier and rescued Mo He from the local thugs. In her eyes, Cao Weida's image was no less than that of a prince who descended from the sky on a white horse.

Now, when she encountered difficulties once again, Cao Weida suddenly appeared again, and her heart couldn't help but pound wildly, making her cheeks flush.
"Mohe, we meet again." Cao Weida changed his coldness towards Soba and put on a gentle smile.

"You stinky patrolman, trying to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, huh!" Soba roared, struggling desperately to break free from Cao Weida's grasp, but he was as powerless as an infant being held by an adult, and couldn't help but shout angrily:

"You bastard, let go of me! I told you to let go, didn't you hear me?!"

"Oh ho, you still dare to be so arrogant in front of me." Cao Weida was immediately amused and raised his hand to slap him.

Pa~~
Soba stared blankly at the sky, his mind buzzing; he was clearly completely stunned by the blow.

When he came to his senses, he felt that his cheeks had become rounder, and when he touched them, he immediately grimaced.

He opened his mouth and spat out a tooth covered in blood onto the ground.

He got up, glaring at Cao Weida with resentment, "Fine, you've got guts, just you wait!"

After saying that, he tried to turn and leave, already planning in his mind how to get revenge on that smelly-footed patrolman later.

Although Soba is a scoundrel, his family used to be quite wealthy, and he had servants in his household back then.

There was a former servant named Rui Wu who now followed him around, and he also knew some local thugs.

A stinky-footed patrolman—once you know who he is, getting revenge is a piece of cake!

"Did I let you go?"

Soba paused, his face darkening. "What's wrong, man? You've already hit me, are you trying to kill me?"

"Give me the money." Cao Weida looked at him coldly. He already knew who the other party was. There weren't many families with the surname Suo. He didn't even need to guess to know that the other party must be Suo Ba.

Cao Weida held Suoba in utter contempt and loathing.

Soba is the nephew of Ru Er's grandmother. He is a fallen nobleman, but also a wicked and unscrupulous street urchin who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

In the original novel, he did not hesitate to deceive his own aunt, Madam Ru, for money. He first fabricated rumors that she was having an affair and instigated the people of Prince Rui's mansion to rush into the Ru mansion to "clean house" while he took the opportunity to make a profit.

Later, he deliberately offered her longevity pills, causing Grandma Ru to become addicted to opium, which led her to frantically sell off her antique collection and ultimately squander her family fortune.

He also colluded with Wang Cai to frame Tong Fengquan multiple times. That was bad enough, but he also colluded with Lord Lu to participate in illegal activities such as stealing and selling national treasures, and attempted to buy Ru Ernai's antiques at a low price.

To paraphrase what Rui Wu said before burying him alive, Soba was a heartless man who would only follow whoever offered him food!

Calling him a traitor is no exaggeration!
A murderous glint flashed in his eyes. Wasn't someone who would betray national antiques and turn his back on his family the perfect candidate to meet his KPIs?

Unaware that he had become part of someone else's performance record, Soba glared venomously at Cao Weida, then glanced at Mo He, who was looking at Cao Weida with delight.

You two just wait, if I don't get my revenge on you, I'll change my name!

"Okay, I'll give it to you, okay?"

He gritted his teeth, pulled a banknote from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and turned to leave.

But the next moment, Cao Weida grabbed him by the collar and kicked him to the ground, yelling, "Pick up the money! I'll make you pick it up!!"

Despite his resentment, Soba was powerless to resist the situation and could only reluctantly pick up the money, get up, and hand it to Cao Weida: "Can I leave now?"

"roll!"

He waved him away like a fly, telling him to get lost. Soba felt even more resentful and wanted to say something harsh, but under Cao Weida's cold gaze, he didn't dare to utter a word and left.

Cao Weida glanced at Soba's retreating figure, then turned around, put on a smile again, and handed the money to Mo He: "Here, this is for your cigarettes."

"Thank you, Brother Cao, you've helped me again." Mo He blushed and was about to take the money, but a pair of hands snatched it away before she could. "Oh, sir, thank you so much for getting my sister out of this predicament. Fan Wu is very grateful!"

(End of this chapter)