Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

Seeing that it was sent by Kimura himself, everyone knew that they must not offend this man.

Manager Wang is just a small figure, and he usually looks down on them, not caring about them at all.

They either scolded or beat them, and didn't take them seriously at all.

Now that a director has come directly, those guys are even more frightened.

Adhering to the principle of less talk and more action, they all came earlier than usual.

As long as you work honestly, you will not make mistakes and will not be beaten or scolded.

Even though they are scared and terrified, they are unwilling to leave here because the work here is easy and the pay is good.

It's hard to find a job nowadays, so they won't leave unless they are beaten to death, disabled or lose their lives.

Some people outside said that they were working for the Japanese, but they didn't care. Saying a word or two wouldn't hurt them.

But if there is no work, the family may starve to death.

The four guys who were cleaning saw Sun Lang come in and bowed to greet him.

"Hello, Director Sun."

"You... Yeah! Go ahead and do your own thing, don't worry about me."

At first glance, Sun Lang thought he had returned to modern times.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to greet them, he thought about his image as a traitor, withdrew his hand and just nodded.

Once you enter the teahouse, go straight up to the second floor.

The guy upstairs is on the night shift, so he'll have to take over when he arrives.

There was only one man guarding the second floor door. When he saw him, he opened the door respectfully.

The smoke in the door took the opportunity to float out. This time the smoke was much thicker than yesterday. People who didn't know would think that the second floor was on fire.

The corners of Sun Lang's mouth twitched. He really didn't want to go in.

The smoke was so thick that he was afraid that he would inhale too much secondhand smoke after entering and might get addicted.

Unfortunately, I have to go in now.

I walked towards the door and finally saw some light, but when the door was closed it was pitch black inside.

You need to get used to the dim light inside to see more clearly.

At a glance, all the beds were occupied.

This opium den is really packed 24 hours a day!

Before I could finish my sigh, I inhaled a puff of second-hand smoke.

Sun Lang frowned fiercely and covered his nose with his hands.

This smells bad.

This room was darker than when he came yesterday. The main reason was that the smoker had smoked all night and the whole room was foggy.

Also, the windows on the second floor are not opened for ventilation and are all closed.

These people are not afraid of being poisoned either.

The smoke was so thick that visibility was only one meter. Sun Lang slowly moved to the back door counter.

From the door all the way to the counter, it really felt like a walk through hell.

There are three waiters on the second floor, plus the waiter at the counter, a total of four.

Now these four people were half dead, sitting by the counter to rest, and didn't even notice him approaching.

"Knock down..."

He reached out and knocked on the table, and the four of them suddenly woke up.

When he saw it was him, he quickly stood up and stood obediently beside him.

"Zhang Mao, have you settled all the accounts?"

Zhang Mao is the guy behind the counter.

A flattering smile on his sleepy and tired face.

"Director Sun, everything has been aligned. Please review it."

As he said this, he gave up his counter seat and left.

This is a normal procedure. Generally, accounts need to be reconciled when the morning shift takes over the night shift, or when the night shift takes over the morning shift.

Manager Wang told Sun Lang all this yesterday.

Sun Lang looked at them without moving and said:

"We'll talk about this later. First, open all the windows on the second floor to ventilate the room."

"Can't you feel the thick smoke?"

In just a moment, Sun Lang felt dizzy from inhaling the smoke.

I don’t know how these guys managed to survive a whole night in a place like this?

Sun Lang thought that these people would open the window immediately.

Who knows how many people are still hesitating.

Finally, it was Zhang Mao who said:

"Director Sun Sun, Shopkeeper Wang said before that the smoke would be like a fairyland if it stayed there, and these smokers like it, so they won't let us open the windows."

Sun Lang was speechless.

"I'm not your shopkeeper Wang. Open the window."

What's wrong? It's like paradise, like hell, almost.

Hearing his bad tone, several guys immediately took action and opened all the windows on the second floor.

The bright light from outside instantly shone in through the window, and the smoke penetrated by the light slowly floated out of the window.

It really does feel a bit like a fairyland, very beautiful, but beautiful things often come with poison.

Sun Lang also opened a window, stuck his head outside and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

This is how I feel alive.

The smokers who were lying on the couches and sleeping were dissatisfied with the bright light coming in and grumbled.

Sun Lang didn't indulge them, he slapped the counter and shouted:

"What the hell are you making so much noise for? Get out of here if you keep making noise!"

The entire second floor suddenly became quiet. These smokers knew that the opium belonged to the Japanese, so they dared not to provoke them. If they did, they would be killed by the Japanese.

It doesn’t matter whether they die or not, they just worry about running out of opium.

That's what it means to be worse off than dead.

Seeing that everyone was behaving well, Sun Lang withdrew his gaze.

Several guys were also frightened and left very carefully.

After a while, a few guys downstairs took over from them and came upstairs to start cleaning.

These are the tasks they do frequently, so Sun Lang doesn't need to instruct them. He just lowers his head to look at the account book on the counter.

"Tsk, almost a thousand in just one day and one night yesterday."

Without using the abacus next to me, I just added the numbers one by one in my mind and finished the calculation in a short while.

It’s not that he doesn’t use an abacus, but that he simply doesn’t know how to use it.

Normally, the income should be two dollars each time, but for some old smokers, two dollars is not enough to smoke.

It will add two more oceans and extend for half an hour.

This is a benefit only available to old smokers, who only have half an hour to get rid of their addiction to opium. The later they get, the stronger their addiction to smoking becomes, and the more opium they need each time.

Will the old smokers also check it out to prevent some people from smoking heavily. If they smoke themselves to death, they will lose a god of wealth.

This is also what Manager Wang told him yesterday.

After checking the bills, the rooms on the second floor were almost cleaned by the three guys very quickly.

They had to be fast, smokers kept coming in and out, and they soon became busy.

Sun Lang thought that as a shopkeeper he would not be very busy, but he had been busy ever since he came to the second floor.

While he was checking the accounts, some people came to smoke opium. He recorded the money and the amount of opium while giving them the opium.

There are two kinds of opium, one is half a liang and the other is one liang.

The cigarettes were placed in two cages under the counter, within easy reach. I handed one or two cigarettes to the skinny man opposite me.

Before he could even extend his hand, the other party snatched it away, turned around impatiently and walked quickly into the house.

Before he could look away, another person appeared in front of him.