The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 514 Thank you so much (Bonus chapter for reader 2022...599)

Hu Biao and Annie were notified by Shi Tong and others only half an hour after Pan Wanting was arrested.

Shi Tong called them and told them that Pan Wanting had sensed some danger in advance, so she tried to escape, but was caught on the way.

Therefore, the plan to "cast a long line to catch a big fish" ended just as it began.

Even so, they managed to get through the message that Pan Wanting hurriedly sent before she left.

They successfully captured three men and one woman, four members responsible for contacting and relaying orders to Pan Wanting; the fishing operation, in general, was not a complete failure.

Furthermore! Although they didn't directly mention Zhou Kun's name, they only referred to him as the 'poisoned person'.

Perhaps to reassure these whistleblowers, he continued to explain over the phone.

After a top-tier domestic laboratory worked overtime to conduct a thorough examination, they finally discovered a completely new compound in the body of the 'poisoned person'.

Furthermore, it can be basically confirmed that this compound will only cause irreversible poisoning and death effects after a certain period of time and after physical exertion has accumulated to a certain level.

Thanks to Hu Biao and his team's timely report, the current accumulation of this compound is far from reaching that dire level.

Over time, these accumulated compounds will be automatically eliminated through the body's metabolism, leaving no aftereffects.

This effectively let Hu Biao and the others know that Zhou Kun's crisis was completely resolved.

After learning this news, the entire time traveler team felt somewhat regretful that they hadn't been able to completely cut off Uncle Sam's influence in this incident.

However, it is also known that as long as China continues to rise, this thing will never be completely eradicated, especially given the desperate actions of its cornered adversaries.

Being able to resolve Zhou Kun's troubles is already a pretty good result.

After putting aside their worries, starting from the third day after returning to the modern world, they continued as before, procuring equipment and supplies, training their bodies, and improving their professional skills.

Enjoying the peaceful and materially abundant life of the modern world.

Under such circumstances, time passed day by day...

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Time: The fifth day of the rest period, around 10 pm; in a large foot massage parlor in the SJ district of Shanghai, in a rest room that the technicians usually use to wait for their turn.

With a start, Sister Yi woke up from her nightmare and sat up on a secondhand sofa.

When she saw everything that was so familiar before her, she realized that she had been resurrected; she had returned to the modern world from the Pingxi base area in North China in 1930.

They no longer had to worry about going hungry every day while fleeing from the Japanese invaders' relentless pursuit.

Only after she came to her senses did she look at the huge room in front of her, where the beautiful technicians in front of others were now lying or sitting without any regard for their image on the sofas.

They were either fast asleep, or chatting idly with their older brother on their phones, or just chatting amongst themselves.

After smelling the awful mix of strong perfume, foot odor, and sweat in the air.

Yi Jie, who had long been accustomed to these scenes, felt an unprecedented aversion to them and desperately wanted to escape this place and leave this profession behind.

The reason? It's simple.

Since returning to the modern world, she has dreamed of the performing arts troupe, Cao'er, and the ten-and-a-half-year-old children from time to time. She can see their pure eyes in her dreams, and she can't help but feel inexplicably ashamed.

Because those children certainly wouldn't want to live in this wonderful era that they never even dared to dream of.

This auntie, she's doing such a shady job.

That's right! There are many types of foot massage technicians, some are very formal, and some are on the fringes. Sister Yi belongs to the latter; or perhaps she used to belong to the former, but later automatically became the latter in order to earn a higher salary.

As her guilt grew stronger, Sister Yi got up to go and resign from her job.

Then she went back to her hometown. Even though opening a small clothing store is now considered a sunset industry, opening a small flower shop in the county town should be fine, right?

But the moment she stood up, she slumped back down.

It's true that she's been in this line of work for over ten years, and her monthly income is quite substantial; however, her parents ask for money for building a house, and her younger brother asks for money for school and business, so she hasn't saved much money at all.

With only tens of thousands of yuan in her bank account, how could she possibly afford to open a small flower shop?

Therefore, she can't leave this place at all. Even if she leaves, she will just move to a new foot massage parlor and continue to do this kind of borderline work after a short time.

Thinking of this, Sister Yi felt extremely frustrated.

Just then, a man's voice came through the walkie-talkie on a table in the lounge after a series of static.

"Number 88, number 88! The Shuiyunjian private room is being used. The customer seems very generous. You haven't finished topping up your card for this month yet, so be quick-witted later."

After hesitating for a moment, Sister Yi picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Received, I'll be right there."

The reason for their hesitation was that there were two types of appointments. One type represented different technicians' numbers, which were listed on a small blackboard. Whoever's turn it was would go for the appointment, and this was called "rotating the clock".

Even if a customer doesn't like something, they'll just move on to the next person in order.

Unfortunately, there are still seven or eight people ahead of her number 88, and she doesn't know when it will be her turn, which is why she was sleeping earlier.

In this case, her current situation falls into the second type of booking; that is, a familiar customer can request a specific technician, and that technician can start her service immediately without having to wait in line.

As for the prepaid card task, every store wants to attract more customers, so they try to retain customers by offering prepaid cards.

In this way, these technicians also have a certain amount of card top-up quota each month; if they complete it, they get a reward of about 30 yuan for every 1000 yuan; if they don't complete it, their wages will be deducted. For a moment, Sister Yi really couldn't think of which of her familiar customers had come, and who seemed quite generous.

Boss Zhou? Didn't he say he was on a business trip?

Brother Wang? Didn't his shop go out of business?

However, not knowing who it was didn't stop Sister Yi from walking to the door of the private room. Before knocking, she pulled her already very short skirt up a little and lowered the neckline.

In her experience, this helps her increase her success rate in getting customers to top up their cards.

The movements that were usually so fluid now felt incredibly awkward due to my current state of mind.

However, when she knocked on the door and heard someone say "Come in," she saw Mr. Nanze, Xufeng, and Old K, her three former companions, looking at her with smiles.

Seeing this, Sister Yi was both amused and exasperated.

I felt both happy and a little embarrassed.

I'm so glad! It's because after returning to the modern world, she made it clear to Hu Biao that she didn't want to participate in any more missions, so she didn't even join the team chat group.

Apart from Hu Biao, everyone else lost contact.

But it didn't affect the immense joy that Sister Yi felt when she saw these comrades who had fought side by side and shared life and death with her.

I'm sorry! After all, this is her profession, and she always feels especially awkward when she runs into acquaintances.

Especially when she casually asked, "What would you like to eat? What kind of service do you need?"

Mr. Nanze immediately shouted in an uncompromising tone: "Of course, it's the most expensive one. I heard it's 1988, right?"

"Give the three of us one set each, we're not short of money."

Thinking about the services offered by 1988, Sister Yi felt even more ashamed, but forced a smile and said, "Let me introduce you to other technicians instead. I guarantee they are some of the best in the shop."

Fortunately, at this moment, Xu Feng spoke up:
"Don't listen to the gap-toothed guy's nonsense. The three of us just happened to be in Shanghai for fun. We heard from that deadbeat that you also work here, so we thought we'd all get together."

So chatting is the most important thing. As for a foot bath? Just give the three of us a basic one, and we can probably stay awake until you get off work. Then we can go grab some late-night snacks and chat while we're at it.

Hearing this, Sister Yi finally felt relieved...

During the time that followed, as she washed the feet of the three of them in turn, they chatted like old friends, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

It was during this process that Sister Yi suddenly thought of something:
"I'll stick to regular foot massage from now on. The pay is less, but it's still pretty good. As for a tough life, can it really be tougher than the years of the War of Resistance?"

One foot takes 70 minutes to wash, and three people take turns washing them.

It was already two o'clock, just in time for Sister Yi to get off work.

Just as Sister Yi was about to go to the front desk to tell them that the cost of the three kicks would be deducted from her salary, Mr. Nanze, who had gone out briefly, said that he had already paid.

Thinking that three ordinary feet wouldn't cost much, Sister Yi didn't insist.

They insisted that she had to pay for tonight's late-night snack, and the three of them happily agreed.

That night, the four of them drank a lot and talked a lot. By the time Sister Yi returned to the small apartment she shared with others, it was already getting light.

At noon, Yi Jie, who was sleep-deprived, still got up and went to the foot massage parlor where she worked.

She's planning to talk to her supervisor and say she's quitting and looking for a job that might not pay as much, but is definitely legitimate and allows her to hold her head high.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the lounge, all the technicians surrounded me as if I were an idol.

His eyes were filled with burning envy, disdain, and fawning.

It took her a while to figure out what had happened; it turned out that last night, Mr. Nanze, Xufeng, and Old K each recharged 20 yuan into their cards with her as the introducer.

More importantly, all the money in the card was used up last night, and it was specified that all the money was spent on Sister Yi.

It's like she created a legend last night: a single shift generated a turnover of 600398 yuan.

The commission they receive for foot washing varies depending on the service package; Sister Yi's commission yesterday was naturally calculated at the highest rate of 70%.

In addition, there's a 3% recharge bonus, meaning she can get 73% of the 60, which is 43.8.

This is also the biggest reason why the other technicians are behaving so wildly at this moment.

But only Yi-jie knew that such achievements were not due to any effort she had made or any great charm she possessed; it was simply that her former companions had given her some help in such a subtle way, allowing her to completely escape from this place.

No wonder last night I was grumbling to myself that even if it's the cheapest foot bath, why do I have to do it all by myself?

It turns out they washed a foot that cost 20 yuan. Perhaps it was their last shred of resolve that drove them to such a crazy act.

"Gap-toothed guy, tuberculosis ghost number two, and Iron-Crutch Li, thank you so much."

Thinking back to when the three of them were having a late-night snack yesterday, talking about their flight home at noon today, and looking in the direction of the airport, Yi Jie silently said to herself.

There was no sentimentality in my heart, only immense gratitude and warmth...

(End of this chapter)