Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Paul is a little old man, as thin as a monkey, but surprisingly he has a big appetite.

After eating three spring rolls, he urged He Daqing to fry some more spring rolls.

The two of them started chatting occasionally.

Old man Paul also began to boast that his ancestors were German nobles.

He Daqing looked old man Paul up and down with contempt on his face.

"You are a nobleman who doesn't even take a piss and look at yourself."

Old man Paul opened his eyes wide and responded to He Daqing.

"What's wrong with me? Don't you, a vulgar person like you, call yourself a noble?

I am the vice president of this university, you want to compete with me?"

He Daqing raised his left hand and showed the jade ring on his finger to the old man.

"My ancestors were real royal nobles. This is a token of my family's inheritance. Do you have it?"

Old man Paul was scratching his head anxiously. He really didn't have any token of gratitude.

“Boy, I am truly a noble.

By the way, have you heard of inbreeding? It is easy to produce deformed babies.

Western European aristocrats have always had this tradition in order to preserve the purity of their bloodline.

Look, am I deformed enough? I am a traditional old European aristocrat. "

He Daqing gave old man Paul a thumbs up and praised him a few times.

"Sure enough, he is quite deformed. It seems that he is indeed an old German noble.

I apologize to you for my recklessness."

Paul nodded with satisfaction. He was quite pleased with the contrast between He Daqing's before and after actions.

“This dean accepts your apology. After all, as an old noble, forgiveness is an essential traditional virtue.

What a pity that a Tatar noble like you has fallen to become a street vendor..."

He Daqing took the spring rolls out of the pot, which finally stopped old man Paul from chattering.

The old man ate ten spring rolls and still felt unsatisfied.

It was a rare opportunity to meet a seemingly down-and-out noble, and the old man was extremely interested in chatting with him.

It was not until the police officer came over and urged him again and again that old man Paul left reluctantly.

Before leaving, he said that he would come back to take care of He Daqing's business at this time tomorrow.

Perhaps it was Dean Paul's eating style that aroused the appetite of passers-by.

He Daqing's stall was surrounded by people.

When there are a lot of people, naturally some people will want to try something new.

He Daqing, who was originally unwilling to earn a few dollars, soon lost himself in the rubles.

There's no way, this money is really easy to make.

After selling hundreds of spring rolls, the crowd gradually dispersed and He Daqing happily closed his stall.

He only sold it for a little over an hour and earned more than He Daqing earned in a month as the head of the security department at a steel mill.

Damn it, if I, He Daqing, didn’t have a family in Beijing, who could resist this temptation?

There are a lot of women and it’s easy to make money.

Pushing the stall cart, I found a secluded path and went in.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, He Daqing turned around suddenly.

When he found out that the person coming was Wang Defu, he cursed in a low voice:

"Wang Defu, what are you doing here?

Don't come over here, stay away from me.

Let’s go to the front and find a place where there’s no one to talk.”

The two walked one after the other and turned into an alley.

Wang Defu then spoke:

“Commissioner He, I just saw that you earned more than a hundred rubles.

According to our regulations, you need to pay 70% to the state."

He Daqing's nostrils were enlarged with anger, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"You, you, you, are you crazy?

I thought you had some confidential information to tell me, but you told me this?

Wang Defu, from now on, unless it’s a matter of life and death, don’t contact me, okay?

I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself and beat you to death.

You bunch of idiots, how much money and resources have you wasted? For so many years, you haven't been able to collect any useful intelligence.

"I finally got in touch with Paul, and you, a fool, are going to ruin my life. I will shoot you, believe it or not?"

He Daqing took out his pistol and pointed it at Wang Defu's forehead, saying viciously:

"Remember this clearly, from now on, I don't know you, and you don't know me.

Don’t take it lightly, or else when you eat the peanuts, don’t blame me for not saying anything, I really have the power.”

Wang Defu was so frightened that his legs started to tremble.

"I know, I know."

"Get lost if you know."

He Daqing kicked Wang Defu and cursed him.

He Daqing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Defu crawling out.

I did this for Wang Defu's own good. If the secret were to be exposed someday, he wouldn't be implicated.

They read so much that their brains become a little pedantic.

Having been used to the Russians' sugar-coated bullets, they really have no sense of vigilance at all.

It’s true that the Russians have invested a lot of money in these international students.

A monthly allowance of 90 rubles and free housing are provided.

It is true that most of these subsidies should be turned over to the state.

But don’t you think about how much financial and material resources the organization spent to send them here?

They even signed a number of unequal treaties.

Many ungrateful people only remember the good things the Russians did for them and have completely forgotten how much the organization has done for them.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have failed to obtain important information over the years.

There is no need to guess, you know that someone is definitely holding us back.

I found a secluded corner and put the stall cart into the space.

He tore off his fake beard, changed his clothes and hat, and walked out of the alley slowly.

Having earned more than a hundred yuan, He Daqing planned to spend some money.

I searched several streets before I found a restaurant.

The restaurant is decorated magnificently and beautifully.

As a result, He Daqing couldn't even get in the door and was completely frustrated.

This restaurant actually only accepts foreigners or children of high-ranking officials.

The restaurant manager even mocked He Daqing.

"Look at you, you are so poor, and a simple meal here costs fifty rubles.

Can you afford it? Get lost. "

He Daqing was not angry. He handed over ten rubles and stuffed them into the pocket of the lobby manager.

The restaurant manager looked He Daqing's outfit up and down, and then looked at his watch and big gold ring.

Then he changed his words:

"I just said the wrong thing, except for the weekends.

You can come whenever you want, I will arrange a seat for you..."

If he allowed someone who was not dressed properly to enter and disturbed other diners' eating, he would be in big trouble.

There are only a few restaurants open in the whole of Moscow, even fewer than in the old city.

Ordinary people eat in factory canteens, library canteens, or at home.

Restaurants are exclusive places for the elite and wealthy.

He Daqing decided that tonight, he would have dinner with his women at this restaurant.

He Daqing could even imagine the women's ecstatic expressions.