Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 98 How did I run into this unlucky guy again?
"Director, you're too kind. Did you need something? Thank you, San'er."

Cao Wei Da never became arrogant because he had allied himself with Ono Oda; he remained humble and respectful to Cao Wei Da, who was also the bureau chief.

Although they didn't say it, everyone has their own internal scale.

Looking at Cao Weida's attitude, and then at Sang Liuji, who became arrogant after doing some things for Ono Oda, Xu Hancheng thought to himself: If I were Ono Oda, I would also make Sang Liuji the scapegoat.

"To be honest, I really do have something to ask you." He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his cheeks. Even though the weather wasn't hot, Xu Hancheng looked anxious and sweaty.
"Cao'er, you're close to Commander Ono, could you tell your brother what Commander Ono's plan is for this matter?"

"You have no idea, the explosion last night kept me awake all night! Those anti-Japanese elements are just too crazy, too amazing. They managed to blow up the Japanese arsenal without a sound."

Xu Hancheng looked shaken. If they could blow up an armory so easily, killing a traitor would be a piece of cake.
He secretly rejoiced, thankful that although he worked for the Japanese, he had always been kind to everyone and had never done anything immoral. Even when carrying out arrest operations, he always obeyed orders and never went too far.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't even dare to close his eyes when he sleeps.

"Yes, those anti-Japanese elements are really something else. They're also incredibly elusive. It's terrifying to even think about." Cao Weida nodded in agreement, secretly overjoyed. Who doesn't love being praised?

“Who says otherwise?” Xu Hancheng wiped his hands more frequently.

He was about to say something when he suddenly noticed that San'er was standing to the side listening with great interest, so he immediately scolded, "What are you still standing here for? Get out!"

He was listening with great interest when he was suddenly kicked out. San'er was a little unwilling, as he really enjoyed hearing about heroic deeds.
Even though they were unwilling, they could only reluctantly move out.

"You're just standing here like a dung beetle pushing dung, hurry up and get to work!"

San'er shrank back and quickly quickened his pace.

Just as he stepped out, Xu Hancheng's voice came from behind him again: "You brat, don't you have any sense? Close the door!"

“That brat,” Xu Hancheng shook his head. These days, being overly curious is not a good thing; the more you know, the less likely you are to survive.

Seeing that the door was closed, Xu Hancheng moved forward a little and refilled Cao Weida's half-empty water glass.
"Cao'er, you just came out of Commander Ono's office. Tell your brother what Commander Ono's attitude is towards this matter?"

"To be honest, my heart is pounding like crazy right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh my, Cao'er, didn't you see? Commander Ono is grinning from ear to ear! This is so weird, has Commander Ono lost his mind from anger?"

"Pfft...cough cough cough." Cao Weida quickly covered his mouth to avoid spitting out the tea. After catching his breath, he explained with a wry smile:

"Director, you're overthinking it. Commander Ono is genuinely happy."

Seeing Xu Hancheng's puzzled look, he gave a meaningful hint: "The supplies in that warehouse belong to the Navy."

"Oh, I see." Xu Hancheng suddenly realized. If these supplies belonged to the Navy, then he wouldn't be surprised. No wonder Commander Ono wasn't angry at all, but rather as happy as a dung beetle that had found dung. His face was so wide with smiles that you could hardly see his features.

After so many years of resistance against Japan, it was common knowledge that the Japanese navy and army were hostile to each other, especially those who worked under the Japanese.

Those who dared to switch sides between the navy and the army generally died peacefully.

Knowing the situation, Xu Hancheng immediately relaxed a lot. "Then what about the martial law this time?"

"Don't be so stubborn. The security of the five outer districts of Beiping rests on his shoulders. We can't put the cart before the horse." Cao Weida said in the tone of Ono Oda, and smiled, "These are Commander Ono's original words."

"Understood!" Xu Hancheng was completely relieved, and his previous anxiety was replaced by ease.
"Oh dear, that really scared me to death, brother." Xu Hancheng sighed and smiled bitterly. "Those of us who work under them really live on thin ice every day."

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight. Director, you have great abilities, so naturally your responsibilities are also great." Since nice words don't cost anything, Cao Weida didn't mind saying a few more words whenever he had the chance.

Xu Hancheng's eyes lit up. No wonder Ono Oda liked Cao Wei Da. Look at what he said. Although he knew there was an element of flattery in it, it just sounded so nice!

How do you say that?

Elegant, yes, elegant!
Both are forms of flattery, but the other person's flattery sounds pleasant to listen to!

As the saying goes, no one is perfect, and everyone is susceptible to flattery.
He admitted that he enjoyed being photographed.

Cao Weida didn't stay long in Xu Hancheng's office. After relaying Ono Oda's message, he made his escape.

After leaving the police station, he went straight to the garrison command. He didn't go to see Xu Jinge. If he really managed to contact the underground party, the Military Intelligence Bureau, or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics in two days using his own methods, who knew what Ono Oda would think?
They were, after all, Japanese devils; no matter how much they loved money, they couldn't completely trust Cao Weida.

Therefore, his best approach was to work on the underground party members and spies imprisoned in the military police headquarters and intelligence agencies.

Moreover, it would be best if they had just been arrested; he was currently asking if anyone had been arrested recently.

After all, no one can guarantee how many of those spies who have been captured for a long time are still alive and well.

Moreover, it would be truly disastrous if they were all intact; no one believed the Japanese would show mercy and treat captured spies gently, unless...
He hailed a rickshaw, gave the address, and got in. Lost in thought, Cao Weida didn't notice until the driver spoke, and then he realized what was happening.

"Master Cao, please sit tight!"

"Wen San'er?!" Holy crap! What bad luck! How come I just randomly hailed a rickshaw and ran into this jinx again!

"Yes, Master Cao, what are your orders?" Wen San'er turned around and responded cheerfully.

What I command?
I want to tell you to stop the car immediately!
"Master Cao, please sit tight. I'm not bragging, but I, Wen San'er, may not have many other skills, but when it comes to pulling things, I'm an expert! I can pull fast and steadily!"

"I know in my mind which roads in Beijing are easy to travel, which are difficult, which are long, and which are short."

Cao Weida grinned. "This is my first time riding in your car, and you almost threw me off! And you were fast and steady too."
But you know what, the ride was surprisingly smooth today, with hardly any bumps along the way.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well done, Wen San'er, your rickshaw-pulling skills have improved!"

"I remember the first time you pulled me, you treated me like a pig. I was so angry I wanted to slap you across the face."

Wen San chuckled, "Master Cao, you are a very important person, you can't lower yourself to the level of a commoner like me."

"To be honest with you, please don't be angry, but I wasn't familiar with you back then. How many of those thugs loitering on the streets... cough cough, patrol officers, have a conscience?"

"Those heartless people, I don't know how much I suffered at their hands."

Cao Wei Da found it amusing. "So, you're taking your anger out on me?"

"But I've heard that you always adhere to the principle of putting in only two-tenths of your effort when pulling the cart, and that you, Wen San, have a notorious reputation for being lazy and cunning."

"Uh... well..." Wen San stammered for a long time before finally saying guiltily:

“What you said is indeed true, but there’s no other way. You don’t know how hard it is for us cart pullers. We often die from exhaustion in our forties, and some don’t even have a chance to work today. If we don’t slack off a little, we might just die from exhaustion on the roadside one day.”

"Alright, I know you guys have it tough, and I didn't say anything. Just keep pulling your rickshaw." Cao Weida naturally knew, even if he didn't know before, he had been here for more than half a year, so he knew what he needed to know.

Although riding in his car can be infuriating, you have to admit that talents like Wen San can live relatively comfortably and for a relatively long time.

Wen San protested, "Master Cao, you can't wrong me. I didn't cheat or shirk my duty when I helped you this time."

“From this day forward, if I ever need your help, I, Wen San’er, will certainly use all my skills.”

"Ever since you saved me last time, I've kept it in my heart. Although I, Wen San'er, am not exactly a good person, I am still a man from Beiping who always repays kindness!"

Cao Weida quickly waved his hand, "I'm not saving you, I'm saving my colleague, don't misunderstand."

"You should report this to Fang Jinglin."

“I will remember what Master Fang said, and I will remember what you said too.”

You'd better not remember this. Getting involved with you might make me feel guilty!
He didn't want to say anything more and looked around.

The streets were in chaos, with pedestrians hurrying by. But if you looked closely, you would see that these traitors and police officers were only good at extorting small amounts of money; none of them were actually putting in any effort to help the Japanese search.

Just then, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man carrying a long strip wrapped in black cloth under his armpit, wearing a white coat, and despite not being dressed very well, he was carrying a birdcage in a showy manner.

He hadn't paid much attention to it at first, but then he stopped at a stall selling candied hawthorns.

Their conversation, however, suddenly brought to mind a character from a TV series.

(End of this chapter)