As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

Those workers or small foremen were unfamiliar with Yuezhou. If Zhang Yuan issued a ban order, it would be difficult to find workers, so no one wanted to offend him.

But Ye Lin knew that Zhang Yuan was playing with fire when it came to money. Once the workers were short of money and remembered this money and had an emergency, they would ask for it back even by threats or even violence.

After a busy day, there was no immediate result, so Gao Dawen came to supervise the work and encouraged everyone to be more meticulous and work harder.

As night falls, the Criminal Investigation Brigade is still working under the lamps, while the ordinary people outside have already started to enjoy their free lives after dinner.

In the People's Square, Jin Niang had already set up her stall early and started to get busy.

"Madam boss, 3 servings of fried rice noodles and 3 servings of fried noodles, both with eggs."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Ye Lin watched the proprietress frying skillfully, his mind already on the table.

He was so overwhelmed by reading some documents in the conference room just now that he felt like his head was going to explode, so he found an excuse to go out and buy some midnight snacks.

The People's Square is about ten minutes away from the police station. You smoke a cigarette when you walk here, smoke a cigarette when you stir-fry noodles, and smoke a cigarette when you walk back. According to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, this is the place where you smoke three cigarettes.

When working overtime at night, Ye Lin and his colleagues often order midnight snacks here to clear their minds.

Seeing that a big business was coming, Xiao Ai obediently crawled out from under the car and helped Jin Niang organize the packing boxes.

Ye Lin glanced at her in deep thought and said, "The little girl seems very tired. Didn't she get enough rest during this period?"

"She has been weak since she was a child and cannot stand being tired." Jin Niang replied.

"Oh." Ye Lin didn't think much about it. His mind was now full of thoughts about the case, how to catch the murderer, and how to prevent shootings from happening again.

"Boss, the fried rice and fried noodles are ready." Soon, Jin Niang packed everything and gave it to Ye Lin.

Ye Lin paid the money, lit a cigarette for the return trip, and walked out with his head lowered.

As soon as he walked out of the People's Square, five foreigners came in from the entrance, looking around as they walked.

This square has only one entrance and is relatively spacious inside, which looks nice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, would you like something to eat?" Seeing people coming, Jin Niang called out enthusiastically.

The five foreigners looked at each other, and the leader said in broken Chinese, "Okay, boss lady, give us something to eat."

"Okay, then what would you like to eat?" Jin Niang asked happily. Getting business always makes people feel happy.

The five people took a rough look at the things on Jin Niang's tricycle. Although they were not quite sure what the braised goods were, they could still recognize rice and noodles.

"Here, one for each of us." The leader pointed at the noodles, which was the most familiar.

"Please sit down. I'll be there quickly." Jin Niang wiped the table and asked the five people to sit down.

Alas, it’s a pity that there are 5 foreigners. If they were from Daxia, they would probably order some duck intestines and duck gizzards and earn more.

I heard that foreigners don’t eat these, what a pity.

Jin Niang quickly got busy.

Five foreigners sat at the dining table and discussed in low voices, all in a foreign language, which didn't seem to be English. Jin Niang couldn't understand a word of it.

"Madam, business is booming." The leader suddenly said to Jin Niang. His poor Chinese sounded exactly the same as the foreign language he spoke just now. Jin Niang was stunned for a moment.

"Business is booming and congratulations on making a fortune." The foreigner felt that his previous sentence seemed to have no effect, so he added another sentence.

"Oh, oh, thank you, thank you, you guys had fun too." Jin Niang quickly said a few perfunctory words.

"Is it safe here?" the foreigner continued to ask.

"Ah?" Jin Niang was a little unsure about what safety meant, so she could only nod, "Safe, very safe."

"If someone was causing trouble, would the police come quickly?"

"Yes, look, the police station is over there. It's only a ten-minute walk away. It's very close." Jin Niang pointed in the direction of the Xishan Branch.

"GOOD, really great." The foreigner didn't know what he was saying GOOD about, and Jin Niang could only nod perfunctorily.

I heard that foreigners’ countries are not very safe. Maybe they are afraid that it is not safe here either.

Soon, Jin Niang brought the fried noodles.

Several foreigners tried to eat a few bites, and showed shocked expressions on their faces. They all gave Jin Niang a thumbs up and said, "Delicious, delicious."

Several people said it was delicious, and they made such weird sounds that even Jin Niang laughed. These foreigners are quite interesting.

Several people continued to communicate in a foreign language while eating, pointing around and looking at the door, and no one knew what they were saying.

Before a few people finished eating, Zhao Dashan walked in from a distance.

"Jin Niang, please stir-fry some noodles, add a bottle of beer, and a duck gizzard and a duck intestine." Zhao Dashan said softly.

"Okay, sit down, I'll get it for you right away."

"Why are there foreigners eating here?" Zhao Dashan looked at the foreigners curiously.

"I don't know where he came from. It seems like he has never been to Daxia. He was very happy eating fried noodles." Jin Niang chatted with Dashan for a few words.

Xiao Ai, who was under the car, seemed to have heard Zhao Dashan's voice and slid out from under the car, "Uncle Zhao, I'll get you some wine."

"Okay, Xiao Ai, slow down and don't get tired." Zhao Dashan had a kind look on his face and his eyes were full of love as he looked at Xiao Ai.

Jin Niang also saw his expression. As someone who had experienced it, she knew what it meant, but she only showed a little joy, and then her expression dimmed again.

A widow is raising a child, and a sick child at that. You should not think too much about it and should not be a burden to her.

Jin Niang quickly brought up the fried noodles and beer. Zhao Dashan drank while looking at Jin Niang and occasionally glancing at the foreigners.

These aren't like the foreigners in the Eagle Sauce movies, those are white and black, these are more like people from the Midwest.

Although Dashan had not read many books, he still knew that the area had been a war-torn area both in ancient times and in modern times.

They were talking in a gibberish, and he couldn't understand what they were saying, but he did hear a name: Daqiang.

However, he couldn't guarantee it. Maybe the pronunciation of Daqiang in other people's language means another meaning.

Dashan ate very quickly, but he did not leave immediately. He was not sure if these foreigners were dangerous, so he sat there and drank, adding two more bottles of wine, and stayed with them silently.

The foreigners didn't pay any attention to him at all. After eating for about an hour, they stood up, paid the money readily, gave Jin Niang a thumbs up, and then left.