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Sun Lang stood by and observed the two of them quietly.

It seems that this teahouse is run by the Japanese, and they are checking the accounts.

After giving the account book to Kimura, the shopkeeper went out again and came back with a box a few moments later.

The box was placed on the table, and as the shopkeeper opened it, Sun Lang could see clearly what was inside.

"Taijun, this is last month's earnings, please take a look."

"hiss,"

Sun Lang took a deep breath.

There is a lot of money in this box. It is estimated to be around 10,000 yuan, which is actually one month's income.

Isn't this just a small teahouse? How can the profit be so high?

Sun Lang already thought of the reason, but since he didn't see it with his own eyes, he wasn't sure if his guess was correct.

After reading the account book, Kimura counted the coins in the box.

Seeing Kimura nod, the shopkeeper hurriedly and attentively covered the box. After doing this, the shopkeeper did not leave. Instead, he rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly and said with a flattering smile:

"Tai...Taijun, do you think I told you something last time?"

Kimura ignored him and said to Sun Lang:

"Director Sun, I asked you to come and help this time to take over the position of Manager Wang in the teahouse."

"Manager Wang has to leave for a few days for something, Director Sun will be here to manage the teahouse for a few days."

He didn't expect this to be the case. It was like a pillow being given to him just when he was sleepy. He just wanted to see why this teahouse made so much money.

"OK, no problem."

Seeing Sun Lang agree so quickly, Mucun's eyes flashed with contempt, and he continued:

"That's good. Before that, you should come with us to take a look at this teahouse and get familiar with it."

"I hope that during the period when Director Sun takes over the teahouse, he won't need you to increase the revenue. Just maintain the balance of last month."

Kimura stood up and said, "Let's go and check out the teahouse now."

"After we finish looking at the teahouse, let Manager Wang tell you what you are going to do in the future, Director Sun."

Sun Lang noticed the contempt in the other person's eyes, but it was a normal look so he certainly wouldn't take it to heart.

You can't expect the Japanese to be nice to a Chinese person unless the sun rises in the west.

Remember, when you have the chance, kill a few more Japanese to vent your anger.

They walked out of the study on the first floor and went to the second floor.

When he reached the second floor, Sun Lang discovered that there was a door at the entrance of the stairs. Two strong men were standing at the door. They were the two people who had just caught the middle-aged man.

When the two strong men saw Manager Wang, they hurriedly opened the door.

Instantly, a puff of smoke came out of the door.

Sun Lang frowned. He smelled a strong smell of smoke.

At the same time, he heard the sound of something hitting the table in the room, and a comfortable sigh.

In addition, there were some rustling sounds, but the sound was not loud and the sound insulation on the second floor was good, so it was difficult to hear clearly.

Following the two people in and seeing the situation inside, Sun Lang was really shocked.

The entire second floor was filled with smoke and dimly lit, but candles were lit in many places.

Even so, I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

Only when he got closer did Sun Lang see it clearly.

The area of ​​the second floor is actually two or three times larger than that of the first floor, almost two or three hundred square meters.

The area of ​​two to three hundred square meters was filled with soft couches, each of which had a person lying on it. Each person had a long pipe in his or her mouth, puffing smoke towards the lit candle on the table.

With every swallowing, they closed their eyes comfortably and lay softly on the couch.

Looking at that expression, it's as if he has become an immortal.

They are smoking opium.

Sun Lang didn't count specifically, but at a glance he saw that the second floor was full of people, with not a single empty couch.

In addition to the opium smokers, there were also some guys busying around, some of them were bringing cigarettes to help light cigarettes, and some were cleaning up things.

Not only that, some people did not leave after smoking, but walked staggeringly inside.

After Sun Lang and the others entered, they discovered that there was a back door on the second floor.

The closer you get to the back door, the more crowded it seems. Some people are leaving after smoking a lot of opium, and there are people sitting next to them waiting in line.

There were quite a few people, about twenty or thirty.

There was a counter next to it, and the guy sat at the counter. After one person left, he would let another person with a sign in.

There were really people coming and going, but there was no noise or disturbance among so many people. It seemed very quiet.

It's not that they don't talk, it's that they don't have the energy. At first glance, the people sitting there waiting are all listless. They simply don't have the energy or the energy to pay attention to others.

Those who went out were all excited and in high spirits.

When he saw there was a child of about ten years old in the queue, Sun Lang was shocked and his face turned dark.

"These bastards, they don't even let the children go."

The anger in my heart rose, my eyes gradually turned red, and I clenched my fists tightly to keep myself sober. Now was not the time to lose my mind.

Fortunately, it was dark on the second floor, and the two people next to him didn't notice that there was something wrong with his expression.

Manager Wang continued to talk about the business situation of the teahouse.

"Our teahouse never closes. We are open all day and night to receive customers."

"Of course, only the back door will be open at night, and the front door of the teahouse can be closed at normal times."

"Then there's the price of opium. Two dollars for half an hour and a half an ounce of tobacco. You have to leave in half an hour. Those who don't want to leave will be thrown out."

"You can't keep it even if you pay me."

After saying this, he even looked at him deliberately, as if to remind him.

However, this also made Sun Lang a little confused.

"Why can't I keep the money even if I'm paid? Why don't I make money?"

Half a catty of tobacco costs two dollars, which is not a little expensive.

You're thinking of ways to suck blood from the Chinese people, and now you're saying you can't keep them even if you pay them?

"Haha, Director Sun, you don't know this."

Shopkeeper Wang said very proudly:

"It's not good to smoke too much opium at one time. It can hurt your body. We don't sell disposable cigarettes. If these people are hurt, how can they smoke opium and give us money?"

"The addition of two cigarettes can keep them addicted, relieve them, and not harm their health."

"If they come every day, can our business be sustainable?"

"You're good, Director Sun can learn more from you."

Nakamura also understood some Chinese, and was very satisfied when he heard what Manager Wang said.

Sun Lang wanted to shoot the shopkeeper, but he couldn't do that now. He could only grit his teeth and say:

"Yes, I will definitely learn from the shopkeeper."

Damn it, don't let me find you alone, otherwise...

Looking at the people in the opium den, Sun Lang felt mixed emotions.

Just then, he saw a familiar figure.

When they got closer, they found that the man was Gan Xin, the leader of the Military Control Commission.

The other person is now lying on the couch, holding a pipe and smoking. He seems a little uncomfortable and coughs occasionally.

At this time, Sun Lang thought of what the shopkeeper had just said, that each person only had half an hour. From the time he saw the other person enter the second floor until now, it has been more than half an hour, almost an hour.

Why hasn't this person left yet? Is he still smoking here?

He turned around and asked the shopkeeper Wang next to him.