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

He worked non-stop from morning till noon.

Sun Lang's face twitched.

Damn it, I’m not here to work, but I’m personally giving opium to these people. This is such a sin!

I don't want to commit this sin. I've been wasting the whole morning here. It's like this every day. How can I find out where the remaining opium has gone?

The waiter who hurried past the man shouted:

"Wait a minute!"

"what?"

The guy was startled by Sun Lang's loud voice. He stopped and looked around. After making sure that he was calling him, he took two steps forward.

A little nervous, he looked at Sun Lang cautiously and said:

"Director Sun Sun, what's wrong?"

"You, come here and keep the accounts!"

"Ah? But I'm not usually the one who registers with Brother Mao."

Sun Lang frowned, not knowing who this Brother Mao was, mainly because Manager Wang didn't tell him yesterday.

"Then let him come over."

"Okay, I'll go call him now."

After he finished registering the man in front of him, the one called Beggar came up to him and he found out that he was also a servant of the three men.

The reason why the waiter just now called this waiter "Beggar Brother" was because this waiter could read and do math.

He is the same guy named Zhang Mao who works the night shift. They were both cashiers in their previous lives.

Damn it, someone came to do this job and made me work for a long time, and he thought this was something the boss should do.

The bastard never told him that.

"I leave this to you,"

He didn't want to stay here for even a minute. He had to use a brush to write a word, which was really difficult for a modern man like him.

The dog itself is embarrassed to read the stupid handwriting.

Compared with this guy, there is a world of difference.

Leave this job to the guy, turn around and go downstairs.

When passing by those smokers, just ignore them and quicken your pace.

There were two or three people in the teahouse downstairs, and a waiter was serving them.

Compared to upstairs, downstairs is much quieter. Even the air is fresher and you can smell the fragrance of tea.

"Oh my god! I'm finally alive."

When he watched it yesterday, he knew that there were many smokers in the opium den, otherwise how could they make so much profit in a month.

We will only know how much this smoker has when we collect the money?

They come one after another, leaving you no time to stop and even take a breath.

He turned around and prepared to go to the study to have a good rest.

Who knew that just after we went down the last step, two or three people came to the door, and the one leading them was Itsuki Village.

It would have been fine if I hadn’t seen it, but now that I’ve seen it I can’t help but go.

The main thing is that the other party has already seen him, and he can't ignore it.

He walked over and asked, "Mr. Kimura, what can I do for you?"

"How do you feel, Director Sun? You can tell me if you have any questions."

Oh, so you’re here to check on me.

"No problem, everything is fine, don't worry, Mr. Kimura."

"By the way, Mr. Kimura, have you caught the murderer?"

I didn’t see Gan Xin today, and I don’t know what his situation is.

Don't get caught. You have plenty of time to escape. If you get caught, you will be in big trouble.

Kimura shook his head.

"The other party ran away a long time ago. My people didn't even find the murderer yesterday."

"But Director Sun, don't worry. I have people stationed on the streets nearby. If they dare to come and make any noise, my people will be here to protect Director Sun immediately."

"Haha, then thank you, Mr. Kimura."

Alas, the noise Gan Xin made this time was really enough to alert the enemy.

With so many devils hanging around nearby, his job was made even more difficult.

It was almost noon, and Kimura and his men were searching nearby and not far from here, so they came to take a look.

Since everyone had come to inspect, Sun Lang could only take them to the second floor.

He said he would take them to the second floor to check it out, and saw Kimura frowning.

Thinking of the smoke on the second floor, Kimura really didn't want to go there, so he paused for a moment, but finally followed.

He was not very confident about Director Sun. This was where they made money and no accidents could happen.

Director Sun has only just arrived here and is not as long as Manager Wang, who has been working here for as long.

It would be more reassuring to go up and take a look.

When he went up to the second floor and opened the door, Kimura thought that as usual, a thick, smelly smoke would come out as soon as the door was opened.

He was already prepared and held his breath, but when he looked up, there was no cigarette at all.

His slightly furrowed brows were now so tight that they could pinch a fly to death, and his expression turned gloomy.

He strode into the house.

Sun Lang was right next to Kimura, and he noticed the other person's expression from the very beginning.

He guessed that Kimura didn't want to go to the second floor because of the smoke. It smelled bad, but it was addictive if you smelled it too much. These Japanese devils must know this.

Kimura seldom comes to the second floor. Every time he comes, he just takes a look and leaves. He doesn't stay for long, right?

He knew that it was normal to have smoke in a opium den, and it would be strange if there was no smoke when so many people were smoking opium.

Thinking something had happened in the den, he looked at the couches as soon as he entered the room and was stunned.

He thought those soft towers must be empty, but he didn't expect them to be as crowded as before.

After coming to my senses, I walked inside. There was a long queue at the back door just like before.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and he also discovered that all the windows on the second floor were open, and only then did he understand why there was no smoke in the house.

"Hey, Director Sun did a great job. There is no unpleasant smell here anymore. Keep it up."

"Don't worry, I won't let Mr. Kimura down."

I will only make you despair.

When the time comes, I’ll burn this big pipe and see if you can still laugh?

Sun Lang kept smiling as he escorted the person out of the teahouse.

After the people walked away, he regained his expressionless face, turned around and went to the study, then locked the door.

It was already noon when he took out the lunch box from the space. It was the first one he guessed yesterday.

When I opened the box, the aroma was so fragrant that it was really delicious.

He swallowed his saliva unconsciously, which really aroused the gluttony in his stomach.

Especially the green pepper and pork slices, which should be fried with bean paste. The dish is a little red and there are beans in it. You can even smell the spiciness.

“Slurp…”

He took out the chopsticks from the space and couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

The salty and spicy taste explodes in your mouth instantly, firmly grasping your taste buds and tongue. You want to swallow it into your stomach before you even chew it twice.

It’s so delicious, just like the one prepared by a five-star chef, and it goes really well with rice.

He picked up the green pepper and pork slices from the box with chopsticks again and placed them on the white rice.

He picked up a big mouthful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth along with the green pepper and pork slices.

The taste is absolutely amazing.

Sun Lang squinted his eyes while eating.

Another ten minutes to finish a box of food, Sun Lang licked his lips and said, "Not bad, not bad. I am about 80% full, not bloated."

"I just haven't eaten enough and I still want to eat more!"

This is a typical case of the stomach being full but the mouth still wanting to eat.