The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 614 Not Enough (Bonus Chapter 13 for AT) (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The next day, which was the 8th day of the rest period.

Hu Biao got up at 5 a.m. and then got busy like a spinning top.

The main reason is that his trip involves going to Shanghai first and then returning to his hometown for the Mid-Autumn Festival, which will take at least seven or eight days. During that time, he naturally cannot cook for Deyuelou himself.

But closing Deyuelou for seven or eight days at once is not a good thing.

Making less money is one thing, after all, you can never earn all the money in the world; the key is offending people and affecting the reputation of Deyuelou.

You should know! The private kitchen at Deyuelou is now booked up for six months in advance, and the three tables for lunch and dinner every day have long been reserved.

Those guests who are willing to spend tens of thousands on a single table are basically prominent figures in the capital city, and they have probably already arranged their banquet guests.

Suddenly, I called them and told them that the meal would be postponed for at least a week.

There were also regular customers who used Deyuelou as their canteen, only to find the doors tightly closed; all of these situations offended some people.

Fortunately, there are ways to address this issue; during his two-day trip to the island nation, Hu Biao verified some feasible alternatives.

To put it simply, regarding private kitchens...

Hu Biao prepared enough hot pot base in advance, increasing the original limit of two catties of gecko medicinal wine per table to five catties.

Guests are allowed to take any leftovers home.

As a result, most of the customers who placed private kitchen reservations over the next seven or eight days agreed to change their original dishes to hot pot during phone calls and communication.

After all, there's no doubt about the taste of Deyuelou's hot pot; it's a rare delicacy.

More importantly, the gecko medicinal wine seems to be more nourishing than the bull penis feast, which is the biggest reason why they come to eat at the private kitchen.

As for the guests who do not accept replacements, we can only wait until Hu Biao returns and then slowly make up for it by opening an extra table for each meal.

Fortunately, according to statistics, the number of tables that need to be added gradually is not large. If one table is added at noon and one at night, it can be basically completed in three or four days.

If we serve them some rice wine and one or two dishes made by Hu Biao himself, these guests shouldn't have any complaints.

Additionally, regarding dine-in services on the first floor and at branch locations.

Hu Biao only needs to prepare the secret seasoning packets for making braised dishes, braised meat for roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and toppings for oil-splashed noodles in advance.

Even if Four-Eyes, Big Monkey, or Iron Rooster were to make it, the taste would still be guaranteed to be at least 80% of the quality of Hu Biao's own handmade products.

In this way, dine-in services can still continue to operate normally.

Of course! We'll inform guests about this in advance so they can decide whether or not to eat there; specifically, there's a notice posted at the entrance that says:

The owner is pregnant and has been home for eight days.

And so, all day long, apart from cooking during business hours, Hu Biao was busy making hot pot base, brewing wine, packaging secret seasoning packets, and making Hunan pickled vegetables.

The pickled vegetables from Hunan Province above were naturally a reward Hu Biao received during his previous time travel.

Back in the modern world, before heading to the island nation to cause trouble, Hu Biao had already prepared dozens of large batches of food; by noon today, they were ready to eat.

However, Hu Biao did not intend to sell this for money. Instead, he would serve a small dish of it with every meal, even if it was just a rice bowl.

As a result, it was welcomed by a large number of diners as soon as it was launched.

In their words, not only does it taste spicy and delicious, making it quite appetizing, and you can easily eat half a bowl more rice, but you can also taste a deep sense of human warmth in it.

If Lao Ma, Xiao Henan, Zhi Xiang, and a few others heard this assessment, they would certainly agree wholeheartedly:

"A single bite of pickled cabbage represents the life of a Japanese soldier; isn't that a heavy burden..."

*****
Around 9 p.m. that night, while Hu Biao was still simmering beef tallow and preparing hot pot broth in the kitchen of Deyuelou Restaurant, at a small mountain pass in the mountains of a border region in Northwest China.

Ji Shouxing and his colleagues, all of whom were narcotics officers, had very serious expressions on their faces.

The reason is simple: they received a tip during the day.
Today, three white-collar traders from a neighboring country, the so-called "graveyard of empires," will cross the Pamir wilderness on foot with their mules and horses to bring in a batch of white-collar for trade.

Therefore, Ji Shouxing and his squadron of more than twenty men lay in ambush here in preparation for the capture.

Originally, it was a simple matter of having over twenty people arrest three traffickers.

However, shortly afterward, they discovered through aerial reconnaissance by drones that the intelligence was incorrect; there were more than ten drug dealers, several times more than originally thought.

More importantly, drug dealers are inherently inhuman and vicious individuals.

The drug dealers from the neighboring Imperial Graveyard were among the best.

Many of them had been through many years of war and possessed extremely high military skills; their weapons were sophisticated, consisting of standard weapons left behind by soldiers and Russians, and their firepower was exceptionally fierce.

Although they undergo rigorous training, they are still just ordinary police officers. Their combat experience and firepower are far inferior to those of the professional soldiers on the other side. Whether they could defeat the enemy in a real fight is truly hard to say.

But now, it seems too late for them to request armed support from the police.

If we don't take down these drug traffickers, the terrain on the northwestern border is quite complex, consisting of either towering mountains or continuous Gobi deserts. We might not be able to find them later on.

Given the amount of flour they were carrying on horseback, if it were to enter the country and spread, who knows how many families would be ruined and destroyed.

After the brief meeting, the team leader returned with the satellite phone, having requested backup. He spoke to them in a low voice, his face serious:
"The fastest reinforcements will take an hour to arrive, but these drug dealers can get out of the mountain pass in no more than ten minutes."

If we don't stop them and catch them, they can just hide in the mountains and deserts, and it will be as hard to find them as looking for a needle in a haystack.

So proceed according to plan, the same old rules.

The team leader didn't explain what the so-called "old rules" were, but some of the older colleagues spontaneously took a few steps forward.

He blocked Ji Shouxing and the other single guys from view.

What else can be the old rules for narcotics officers? When there is a dangerous operation, those who are married and have children go first, and those who are not married go a little later.

It means that even if the previous generation dies, there's no need to worry about the family line ending.

In the past, Ji Shouxing would have rushed to the front. In any case, with his emotional intelligence, if the country didn't provide him with a wife, he felt that he would probably be a bachelor for life. He couldn't be taken care of forever, could he?
But today he doesn't think that way anymore. It's not that he's afraid of death, but that he has some completely new ideas.

Some ideas gave his colleagues a better chance of survival.

In the time that followed, the colleagues lay in ambush behind some rocks and bushes at the mountain pass, ready for battle.

He went to his colleague Xiao Wang's side, because the weapon Xiao Wang was holding was the team's only Type 95 assault rifle...

Five minutes later, amidst a muffled thud of hooves, a group of people with headscarves and long robes appeared before Ji Shouxing and his companions.

Each of them carried several M4 carbines and AK assault rifles, among other standard military weapons; their gait alone revealed them to be veterans.

Just as they emerged from the mountain pass, the captain opened fire with his Glock 17 pistol.

The gunshot was the order, and the other colleagues opened fire as well, taking down two or three people in the blink of an eye.

While changing magazines, he shouted at the top of his lungs in the neighboring country's broken language: "This is the Chinese police! You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

Only the drug dealers remained, but their reaction was surprisingly quick.

They had already dropped to the ground when the attack began. Not only did the people drop to the ground, but they also gave commands to the mules and horses, causing these trained animals to immediately drop to the ground as well.

In this way, the mules and horses lying on the ground actually became their cover.

As soon as the captain spoke, the drug dealers immediately leaned out and opened fire with their weapons. Relying on their fierce firepower and accurate marksmanship, they managed to keep the drug dealers from raising their heads.

There was even a drug dealer who pulled the pin on an MK3A2 grenade, stood up, and swung his arm to throw it over.

Upon seeing this, the captain and several colleagues raised their pistols to fire, but as soon as they peeked out from behind the rocks, several bullets hit them, sending rocks and stone chips flying everywhere, forcing them back down.

At this critical moment, a burst of blood erupted from the forehead of the drug dealer.

He collapsed on the spot, and the smoking grenade in his hand fell to the ground as he loosened his grip.

The bullet that killed him came from Ji Shouxing, who was 70 or 80 meters away; the weapon he was holding was a Type 95 assault rifle that he had snatched from his colleague Xiao Wang.

In the transmigrator team, if it came to the role of sniper, this newbie would never be considered.

But it cannot be denied that after experiencing so many fierce battles and firing so many bullets, this guy's mental fortitude and marksmanship have become quite formidable.

So, in the emergency, grabbing the Type 95 assault rifle, which has a longer range and greater accuracy, and taking down the target who was about to throw a grenade with a single shot was just the beginning of his series of outstanding performances.

Sure enough! The grenade exploded violently just one or two seconds after landing.

The flying shrapnel didn't injure the other drug dealers, but it did injure many of the mules and horses that were lying down, causing them to immediately get up in pain and run away at full speed.

The drug dealers who had been hiding behind them were also thrown into a brief panic.

In the brief moment of chaos, Ji Shouxing opened fire with his Type 95 assault rifle, and with each shot, a drug dealer was knocked to the ground.

When he moved the gun to the next target, Hime Moriyuki didn't even bother to aim.

He fired entirely by instinct, yet still hit the target perfectly.

One, two... After the fourth drug dealer was also knocked down, the last two drug dealers suddenly threw away their weapons and raised their hands.

At this moment, Ji Shouxing felt that it was too early to end, and he wasn't satisfied at all...

(End of this chapter)