50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 7 One Pot
dry.

He figured it out immediately, and now that he was right next to her, he wouldn't be suspected in public.

If he missed the opportunity, the room the spy opened might not be near his room on the first floor. If the room was upstairs, he would be suspected if he approached it again.

At this time, the waiter was asking the man for his ID. The man put the suitcase he had been holding on the ground and prepared to take the ID.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Zhiwei quickly rolled all the turtle boxes, bullets, pens, harmonicas, yellow croakers and silver dollars in the box into the ring.

"Then let's go shopping. The nearest bookstore is on South Xinhua Street, right?" Sun Zhiwei completed the operation and continued to talk to the manager with a calm expression.

"Yes, it's just north of the Hufangqiao intersection. Go west along Zhushikou West Street. When you see the Huguang Guild Hall, turn right and cross the street."

"Just let Daxiang take you there. He's very familiar with this area."

"Thank you very much. Let's go now."

"Be careful on your journey and see you at noon."

"See you at noon."

Under the manager's gaze, Sun Zhiwei took his sister's hand and left the hotel. Two security guards from Daxiang followed behind them with rifles on their backs to protect them.

After they left, the spy at the counter finished the formalities. When he picked up the suitcase again, he immediately felt something was wrong. It was obviously much lighter than before.

He immediately scanned the hall vigilantly, taking everyone in his sight, but found no suspicious people. The two children just now flashed through his mind and were ignored by him.

He thought for a long time but still had no clues. Now he was in the hall and couldn't open the box immediately to check what was inside.

He scanned the hall again, memorizing everyone present, then turned back to the newly opened room on the 4th floor.

After a while, a suppressed roar of "Baga" was heard from behind the closed door of Room 418.

Realizing that his box had been stolen, he immediately went upstairs, closed the door, opened the box to check, and found that the money and gun were missing, but fortunately the radio and code book were still there.

But he also knew that he could not stay here anymore, as someone had already seen the radio in the box. Although the thief might not dare to call the police, he would not entrust his safety to a thief.

He no longer had any hope of recovering the money and the gun. Anyone who got such a large sum of money would flee thousands of miles away. How could they possibly stay at the scene?

He closed the suitcase again, immediately went downstairs and walked out of the hotel, and soon disappeared in the crowd.

At this time, Sun Zhiwei had already taken his sister to bask in the warm sunshine and strolled all the way to Zhushikou West Street. The girl already had a string of candied haws and a piece of hawthorn cake in her hand.

He was not worried about the little girl having indigestion, as both of them were hawthorns, which could be used to help digestion.

As I walked along, I saw people of unknown character gathering at many alleys, staring at every pedestrian on the road, as if looking for a target.

When Sun Zhiwei and his sister approached, a few people's eyes lit up and they were about to move closer, but were stopped by the people around them.

The people around them pointed behind the two children and saw two security guards from Daxiang. They were carrying long guns and staring at them sinisterly.

Several Buddhist monks shuddered all over and bowed and smiled awkwardly at Daxiang and the other man.

Seeing that they understood what was going on, Daxiang and the other man curled their lips in boredom and walked away, following Sun Zhiwei and his sister.

One of the older monks muttered to himself in confusion, "Why does that tall guy look so familiar?" Someone nearby said, "Hey!" and replied, "Of course he doesn't! Everyone in our neighborhood knows Brother Xiang's terrible reputation at Caishikou."

"Ah, yes, I was right, but what happened just now?"

"What else can I do? I've been recruited. I'm definitely eating government food."

"Hey, look at how they're doing. They used to wield knives, and now they wield guns. They're getting more and more powerful. Unlike us, we only have one meal a day and one meal a day."

The more they talked, the less interesting it became. Seeing that there was no business, they gradually dispersed.

In front, Sun Zhiwei and his daughter had already arrived at the intersection of Huguang Guild Hall. Daxiang immediately stepped forward to lead the way, taking them across the main road to Nan Xinhua Street.

After a few more steps, we arrived at our destination, No. 177 South Xinhua Street, commonly known as the Jinghua Printing House.

This is a three-story ship-shaped reinforced concrete building, which is both a bookstore and a printing factory. The store on the first floor sells books, and the bookstore upstairs is responsible for typesetting and printing.

Sun Zhiwei wanted to go into the bookstore, but Daxiang and the other man got a headache when they saw the books. They refused to go in no matter what and just wanted to rest at the door of the bookstore.

He didn't force it and tossed Daxiang a Yuan Datou coin: "Go buy two packs of cigarettes yourself. I'll be out later."

"Thank you, Master!" Daxiang took the silver dollar and smiled happily. He didn't do anything, just walked a few steps and earned a dollar. This job is comfortable.

The shape of this building is a bit strange. It looks a bit like a ship divided into two halves from bow to stern, and one half of the ship looks like this.

Sun Zhiwei left the two of them outside to smoke, and he took his sister into the bookstore on the first floor through the rear door. After a quick walk around, he found the children's books section.

There are already many children's books published, including some from abroad.

The most famous one is "Young Children's Library" published by the Commercial Press in 1934. It is China's first set of original children's picture books with modern significance.

The book is divided into 12 categories, including stories, society and nature, and contains more than 3500 hand-drawn illustrations and cover paintings, totaling more than 200 books.

He searched the bookshelf and found it. He then looked at the price: 160 yuan.

This price is the original legal tender price. Now that the legal tender has depreciated tens of millions of times, bookstores will not sell books at this price. They basically convert the units into silver dollars.

That's a lot of money. How much is it? Let's do the math and find out.

In 1927, one silver dollar could buy 1 kilograms of rice in Guangzhou. Considering that rice was expensive at that time and cheap now, one silver dollar is equivalent to 25-300 yuan today.

160银元就是4万8~8万之间，取个中间值，算6万6，这就是这套绘本的价格了。

Seeing such an outrageous price, Sun Zhiwei also wiped away the sweat from his non-existent sweat. Fortunately, he had just picked up some pocket money from Xiao Rizi, otherwise his face would have been trampled on the ground today.

He was planning to buy this set of books, but he still wanted to see if the girl liked it, so he took down two books and handed them to her first.

The little girl can't read yet, but she can understand pictures. Most of the books in this set are pictures, so the little girl can understand them even if she doesn't know how to read.

The interesting content in the book immediately attracted the girl. As she watched, she even laughed along with the story.

Sun Zhiwei was very satisfied with the effect. With this set of books to kill time, the little girl would not keep pestering him. It was simply wonderful.

(End of this chapter)