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Chapter 255, some people don't care

The other guests in the yard were all emptied, and it suddenly seemed quiet.

Yuan Lang was about to walk back when he suddenly turned his head.

"Who?"

"It's me!"

Monk Wei fell off the roof.

Consultant Yuan's ears seemed to be more sensitive, and he was discovered by accident.

The monk's attention was quickly shifted, and he looked at Yuan Lang in amazement.

The good show just now is in the eyes, the boss is too ostentatious, this time he doesn't have to do it himself, let the little devil slap the second devil.

Exhaust, too exasperated.

It made him want to learn Japanese.

"Of course it's okay to learn Japanese, but if you want to do what I do, you have to have something else. Even the Japanese need value."

Yuan Lang did not hide from him that the Japanese were respectful to him, firstly because his false identity was cleverly fabricated, and secondly because he was able to produce what the other party needed.

The second point is more important.

For most people, as long as it can bring him benefits, not to mention cooperating with strangers, even making deals with the devil is okay.

After taking the benefits from Yuan Lang, would you still question and investigate him?No, on the contrary, interests make them become grasshoppers on a rope, which will only protect him more.

"Oh, so that's the case, so I won't learn it anymore." Monk Wei just thought of it on a whim, since he didn't have so many uses, he didn't want to waste time.

"Hey, how can you give up so lightly!"

Yuan Lang said with a smirk on his face: "Someday we will call the Japanese's lair, call Tokyo, and communicate with Japanese girls. You must know Japanese. It won't hurt to learn more."

"Tch, boss, you are playing with me again, um, just understand a few words and be physically strong." Monk Wei rolled his eyes.

Even the monk has become an old driver, and Yuan Lang can't help but miss his hundreds of G seeds.

When can I call to Tokyo?

It's just a daydream for now.

Yuan Lang went back to the house and took out a few wooden boxes: "You take this batch of things to the front desk, and someone will come to pick them up. You will pay for them and deliver them."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Monk Wei never asked why Yuan Lang ordered, but before leaving, he provided another piece of news.

"When I came back, I heard from the staff of Juxianlou that a big Japanese man named Yamamoto will come tomorrow. He is a senior officer. I don't know if it is the one you are looking for."

Yuan Lang's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Oh, it's probably him."

But I thought that Kazuki Yamamoto would attend, which couldn't be better.If this guy stays in the barracks all the time, Yuan Lang really has nothing to do with him.

As long as he dares to show up tomorrow, it will be his death.

Yuan Lang smiled and said: "Monk, you have made meritorious service again. I made two fortunes today. If you want something, just say it."

"I want another table of wine and food, okay?" Monk Wei recalled the deliciousness of the meal at noon.

Juxianlou is indeed a big restaurant, the taste of the food is nothing to say.It's just a bit expensive, and a meal is not enough.

The monk felt that it was worthwhile to exchange a piece of news that he overheard inadvertently for a good meal, and he made a lot of money.

For Yuan Lang, a key piece of news is worth spending 1000 yuan.

Monk Wei's request was too cheap.

"Are you sure?" Yuan Lang asked.

Monk Wei held up two fingers: "Then two meals, okay?"

Just a foodie.

So unmotivated.

"Go and go, take ten ocean dollars for yourself in a while, and eat whatever you want."

Monk Wei was kicked out, came to the main hall, and slapped a piece of ocean on the counter.

"Pick up something delicious and serve it to me!"

It seems to lack some momentum.

Monk Wei imitated Yuan Lang and sat down to think for a while. He should replace me with the master and give it to the master. This is enough momentum.

He looked a bit rusty just now!
The shopkeeper who took Dayang didn't think he was stupid, so he yelled at the back kitchen: "An honored guest, serve the signature dishes."

After going out for two trips, the food in my stomach was completely digested.

After eating one plate after another, Monk Wei's voracious eating and drinking was staged again.

In the future, let's not talk about performing arts, you can make a lot of money by doing food and broadcasting.

It's not mealtime at this time, and there are no other guests in front of the hall.

But the back kitchen was as busy as it was during meal time, and the shopkeeper was also dumbfounded.

I've seen something edible, but I've never seen something so edible.

I'm afraid it's not a mess!
After a while, there was a thick pile of empty plates, and he ate up all the money worth a dollar.

The shopkeeper is a little scared, don't hold it to death, who will he ask for money?
Seeing that he had jumped two yuan, the big guy reminded him in a low voice: "This man doesn't look like a rich man, don't eat the overlord's meal!"

"You gave me a piece of ocean as soon as I sat down, shouldn't it be." The shopkeeper was a little uncertain when he was told, Monk Wei was dressed very rustically, and he really didn't look like a rich man.

"How about a gentle reminder?" He was afraid of offending the client again, so he hesitated.

At this moment, a gendarmerie walked in with two Imperial Association troops.

The shopkeeper hurried up to meet him, but the other party pushed him away, "Who is Mr. Watanabe's subordinate, I'm here to get things."

Monk Wei was stunned for a moment. While eating, he saw the Japanese walking in, and subconsciously touched the gun.

This habit cannot be changed.

With a sigh of relief, he showed his identity and negotiated with the other party.The other party didn't talk to him too much, checked the contents of the wooden box, put down the money and left.

A big bag full of oceans, heavy.

"What, for such a small amount, is it worth so much money?" The monk wondered in his heart, and without thinking too much, he took out a piece of ocean to settle the bill, and slipped into the backyard.

The man pinched the silver dollar and blew, and put it to his ear, it was indeed Dayang.

Or Datou Yuan!

"My boy, don't judge people by their appearance! They don't dress well, and they don't look good. Why did the Japanese give him such a bag of ocean?"

The big guy is envious and jealous, and the second half of the sentence is only held back in his heart: "If you give it to me, you will get rich directly, what are you doing, buddy!"

The shopkeeper snatched it over and patted him on the head: "You're so stupid, didn't you hear that it was for Mr. Watanabe?
The Japanese wanted to clear the place, and all the other residents were driven away, but the house was still able to live.The members of the gendarmerie helped him vent his anger, and you can see how powerful it is when you think about it. "

The big man was dazzled by the bag of silver dollars, and he served all kinds of guests in the lobby every day. After seeing a lot, he naturally knew who was good.

The Japanese must treat it respectfully, that is the grandfather!

Don't be offended.

The shopkeeper reminded me: "I have good eyesight, and I serve you attentively. There are not many Japanese people who are willing to give money these days. If you serve well, the benefits will definitely be indispensable to you."

These days, whoever earns money is not money.

He doesn't care who is the master of the country, as long as the city can make money and live a good life, he doesn't care.

　The arrival of the Japanese brought oppression and a reshuffle of interests. The interests of the vast majority of Chinese people were damaged, but some people benefited from it.

　　As a small commoner, the shopkeeper opened a restaurant to make money, and also served the Japanese.

　　But if you say that he is a traitor, he doesn't seem to be counted, he can only be regarded as an ordinary person who is trying to survive in troubled times.

　　It is not good for us to criticize people who only care about their own family.But you can admire those martyrs who shed blood and sacrificed for the country.

　　Without them, we would not be where we are today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)