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Chapter 117 Trap Triggered, Collective Capture of Thieves (Please Subscribe)
Snowflakes fluttered down on the earth, and the city was already covered in a blanket of white.

Trucks drove out of Port Alam, slowly grinding through the snow and into the streets.

Qian Jin sat in the car, rubbing his hands and looking out.

It's snowing so heavily today. The slender branches of some trees along the roadside are unable to bear the weight, and the snow, along with the withered leaves, falls down in a rustling sound. Sometimes, it hits the cotton hats of cyclists riding close to the roadside, causing them to slip and fall, bike and all.

The convoy passed the largest farmers' market in the southern part of the city, where long queues had formed outside, with many elderly people braving the wind and snow and hunching their shoulders to buy vegetables.

Qian Jin saw familiar faces; many residents of Taishan Road were queuing up here.

He found it strange and asked, "Why are they queuing up in such heavy snow?"

"It must be some winter-stored vegetables that arrived today," Qiao Jinbu said casually.

Qian Jin suddenly understood.

Winter-stored vegetables are cheap and don't require coupons when they are supplied in bulk, so even if it's snowing, people with limited means will still come to buy them.

He felt sorry for the timid old men and women and said, "Brother Qiao, can you do me a favor?"

“You know I’m the captain of the labor commando team in our neighborhood. Some residents are queuing up to buy groceries here, and I was thinking that it’s hard to work with a small cart in this heavy snow. Could I help them move it back?”

Qiao Jinbu readily agreed, "No problem, brother. I'm freezing in this car, let's get out and stretch our legs and warm up!"

Being a driver nowadays is a prestigious job, but it's not exactly a comfortable one.

There's no air conditioning in the car; it's unbearably hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter.

The car stopped, and Qian Jin pushed open the door, jumped out, and shouted, "Aunt Li, Uncle Zhao, are you lining up to buy vegetables for winter storage?"

Several elderly people hurriedly greeted him with smiles:

"Oh, it's Xiao Qian! Xiao Qian, where are you going by car?"

"Don't mention small amounts of money, call him Captain Qian. He's a captain now at the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and a big one at that."

"Yes, we're buying vegetables for winter storage. Today we're getting Chinese cabbage. We ordinary people rely on Chinese cabbage for the winter, so we can't afford not to stock up."

Qian Jin nodded and asked, "How many do you want to buy?"

The old men and women pointed to their small carts: "The weather is bad today, so we can only push it for 30 or 40 jin at most. Let's buy it for 30 or 40 jin."

Qian Jin said, "Wait for me, I'll go ask the market director to see if our street office can send a truck to take them all back."

The elderly people perked up upon hearing this.

What about this good thing?

Qian Jin went to see the director of the farmers' market. The director offered him a cigarette and lit it for him, while also introducing himself.

He was the captain of the street's labor commando team and also the head of the warehousing and transportation department; both jobs were somewhat related to the farmers' market.

In addition, many of the goods in the farmers' market are supplied by the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and all the materials supplied by the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative must go through the warehousing and transportation department.

So the director was very accommodating to Qian Jin, and even though the market wasn't under the jurisdiction of Taishan Road, he still shook hands with him warmly.
"Captain Qian? You are a young talent. I have heard of you. The university you run on Taishan Road is really good. My neighbor's child is studying there."

Qian Jin was very happy to hear this.

Wei Qinghuan is indeed a virtuous and capable wife.

Perhaps setting up the study room was just a sudden inspiration for her, without much thought.

But looking back now, it really did help him a lot.

After the study room expanded, it accommodated students preparing for exams from all over the street, and these people, intentionally or unintentionally, spread his reputation.

Qian Jin first spoke politely, then stated his purpose: "Today the wind and snow are strong, and I see many elderly people in our neighborhood queuing outside to buy vegetables."

"I'd like to ask first, is the supply of winter-stored vegetables sufficient today?"

"It's definitely enough; this is a week's supply," the director said directly. "Because of the snow today, fewer people are coming to buy, so they will definitely be able to get some."

Qian Jin suggested, "Since that's the case, how about this: our neighborhood committee buys a batch and transports it to the neighborhood committee by truck, making it convenient for the elderly to buy and transport the goods?"

"In this way, although we purchase large quantities of vegetables for winter storage, it will not cause other people in line to be unable to buy vegetables, nor will it take up their share. It is simply convenient for our neighborhood."

The director thought about it and decided that it wasn't a matter of breaking discipline, so he went along with it and did the other a favor.
"Okay, then I'll call a few young men to help you."

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Thank you, Director, but no need for that. I have a driver friend waiting outside. We can take care of things ourselves."

He told Qiao Jinbu to drive the elderly back to the neighborhood first, and then bring over a group of labor shock brigade members.

When the elderly heard that they wouldn't have to queue or push their vegetables home themselves, and that the labor task force would buy the vegetables, load them onto a truck, and deliver them to the neighborhood committee for sale, they were overjoyed. They lifted the truck into the bed and climbed back up, happily riding back to the street.

The elderly people from other streets were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment upon hearing the news.

It's not that I hate the Taishan Road Labor Commando Team and the neighborhood committee; I hate that my own neighborhood is not doing a good job.

Qiao Jinbu drove back and came back again, this time with the truck bed full of great young men.

The labor commando team made job adjustments.

The new captain of the fifth team, Shi Zhentao, got out of the car and loudly said to Qian Jin, "Captain Qian, give the orders. How do we do it?"

There are many bamboo baskets in the farmers' market.

The baskets were weighed and the settlement was made in one go.

Basket after basket of cabbage was loaded into the truck bed, and truckload after truckload of cabbage was hauled to the neighborhood committee.

Residents of Taishan Road Subdistrict who were not at work and some elderly people received the news.

Upon hearing that they no longer needed to brave the snow to buy vegetables at the city's farmers' market, they put on thick cotton-padded coats and trousers and rushed to queue up.

The heavy snowfall somehow stirred up a surge of excitement within me.

A long queue formed.

The sound of stomping feet echoed across the snow, the frozen soles of cotton shoes striking the red brick pavement like a flock of woodpeckers tapping on icy tree trunks.

Suddenly, several Young Pioneers on red scarves rushed out from the side, dragging wooden sleds that plowed crooked furrows in the snow.

The lead boy's military satchel slapped against his backside, and the spinning top whip attached to the strap swayed precariously; he too had come to buy winter vegetables.

Wei Xiangmi wrapped a headscarf around her neck and came out to give instructions. She smiled at Qian Jin and said, "Well done, Chief Qian. You're doing a really good job as the leader of the labor assault team."

Qian Jin said, "It's just a small matter. This is an IOU I wrote in the name of our neighborhood committee. You need to have the accountant deliver it to them after the cabbages are sold."

"Director Li of the city's farmers' market is very kind; he gave us a 10% allowance for losses..."

“There won’t be that many vegetable leaves wasted. I’ll give the extra to your mobile canteen.” Wei Xiangmi gave him a knowing smile.

Qian Jin nodded.

also.

They happen to be short of cabbage.

The overhead wires of the No. 4 tram sparked with a bluish hue as they brushed against the swirling snowflakes. Inside, people crammed like sardines in a can gazed through the frosted glass at the spectacular snowscape.

While other streets were deserted, the neighborhood committee office on Taishan Road was bustling with activity.

Qian Jin invited the drivers into his home.

Qiao Jinbu walked into the stairwell, patting the snow and saying, "We're a bunch of grown men, and we've all turned into the White-Haired Girl."

"Come in and warm up!" Qian Jin opened the door, and the warm air, carrying the aroma of jasmine tea, flooded into the hallway.

The drivers perked up at the aroma: "Oh, the tea's already brewed?"

Qian Jin smiled and said, "Not yet, it smells like tea from before."

It actually smells like air freshener.

Qian Jin went to great lengths to entice Wei Qinghuan to come to his room.

With hot water at home, making tea is easy.

Qian Jin brewed some black tea and took out spiced peanuts and dried fruits such as almonds: "I am very grateful to all the brothers for their hard work today."

The drivers were quite nonchalant: "It's nothing."

"We're all brothers, there's no need to be so formal."

"Where's the guy? Look at the guy!"

Qian Jin didn't waste any words, opened the cupboard and took out a tray—

Several pairs of sunglasses lay on top, and when the light was turned on, the black paint on the temples shimmered under the 25-watt bulb.

Upon seeing this, Master Zhao immediately took off his dog-skin hat, revealing his shiny bald head.

His nose was red from the cold, but he didn't bother to warm it up first and looked at the sunglasses: "Hey, this is good."

Sunglasses are a necessity for them.

Because they always have to drive with the sun in the air.

Qian Jin handed out a pair of sunglasses: "Foreign goods. We don't have anything this big in our country yet."

"Is it called Ray-Ban?" Master Zhou asked in surprise, looking at the letters 'leipeng' on the temples of his glasses. "I've heard people in Guangdong say it's a famous foreign brand."

Qian Jin chuckled: "It can be translated as Ray-Ban."

This is a counterfeit product.

Ray-Ban is short for Ray-Ban; Ray means glare and Ban means to block.

He's just being a leptomaniac...

Master Zhou is a man of few words but has a keen eye for quality.

He picked up his sunglasses, smelled them, and nodded solemnly to everyone: "It wasn't for nothing that we helped Captain Qian today; he brought us some good stuff."

"Take a sniff, everyone. Doesn't this plastic smell like the new fertilizer bags we use for shipping?"

"I've inquired about it; it's called polycarbonate, and it has this smell when it's brand new. And these aren't aviator sunglasses; they're called snow goggles. Foreigners like to ski, and they wear these to protect their eyes!"

This statement uses a lot of technical terms.

The group, including Qian Jin, were all bewildered but impressed.

He bought these sunglasses without even knowing what material they were made of.

However, he was certain that Master Zhou was showing off.

Because this is not a snow blindness goggle.

This cannot be explained; it must be agreed upon.

Qian Jin picked up the thermos and refilled the teacups with hot water one by one: "Comrades who drive long distances are well-informed and have different perspectives."

"To be honest, when I was in the ghost market, I didn't understand what that foreigner was saying about these aviator goggles. Now, after listening to Master Zhou, I understand what he meant by gesturing. They're for skiing."

Before he could finish speaking, a short driver in the corner suddenly stood up, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, and put them on his face.

Qian Jin was put in a somewhat passive position by him.

Did we really need to launch a surprise attack?
There is a mirror on the table.

The short driver was very satisfied after putting on these big sunglasses.

Hey, it's a great deal!

Qian Jin then took out a roll of belts to show them: "Brothers, take a look at this, would you like to buy this?"

"It's also something from abroad, Playboy, a European designer brand!"

Since the 1990s, Chinese men have all been, consciously or unconsciously, wearing Playboy belts around their waists.

Anyway, this brand was the most common at the market in Qian Jin's hometown when he was a teenager.

Ten yuan each.

They cheat both the young and the old.

This is a shiny belt buckle, but the belt itself is no good. It's supposed to be made of cowhide, but Qian Jin probably thinks it's made of pigskin.

But the belt buckle is fine.

This belt buckle uses an electroplating process, which not only makes it look good but also makes it scratch-resistant, wear-resistant, and rust-free.

Even someone as knowledgeable as Master Zhou had never seen a belt like this before.

The main reason is that nowadays very few people wear their belts on the outside, and even if they do, they usually cover them with their shirts.

Qian Jin handed it to them, saying, "This is good stuff, convenient and easy to use."

Qiao Jinbu didn't have this belt, so he quickly grabbed it and asked curiously, "Hey, brother, when did you make this? I didn't have it when I came last time."

"It must have been just made. Look, there aren't any holes punched in it yet," one driver said, pointing to the belt.

Qian Jin demonstrated to them: "No need to swipe your card. Did you see? This is called a toothless, holeless automatic buckle. It has an internal buckle design, so there's no need to adjust it. It buckles wherever it goes."

This is a technology that no one has ever heard of before.

Qian Jin used Qiao Jinbu's waist for an experiment:
"No need to look for the belt holes, so don't worry about whether the distance between the holes is right. After you fasten it, just pull it in as long as you need and buckle it up..."

The drivers all crowded around to look at Qiao Jinbu's waist.

Qiao Jinbu subconsciously pressed down on a head directly in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing?! What do you want to do?!" The driver, whose head had been pressed, became furious.

Qiao Jinbu chuckled awkwardly, "No, I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted you to see it more clearly..."

This brand-new belt design is very popular.

The mall sold it for 50 yuan 27 years ago, and Qianjin sold it to the drivers for the same price.

Did I ask for an extra penny?

No!

"Goodness! I thought this buckle was magnetic. I heard that foreigners use magnetic ones now." Master Zhou took off his nylon belt and put on this leather belt, touching the smooth buckle as if touching a little girl's face.

Qian Jin was puzzled.

Belt buckles made of magnetic material? Is this guy addicted to showing off? He explained, "It's not magnetic, it's a snap closure, foreigners all use this."

This isn't just something he made up.

The foreign sailors who ventured into the ghost market already used belts with this kind of deconstruction, only the material was different, and they weren't as eye-catching and shiny.

After changing his belt, Qiao Jinbu patted the buckle and laughed, "If I went into the Friendship Store and straightened my back, wouldn't those arrogant women think we were overseas Chinese? Wouldn't they treat us well?"

A metallic clanging sound came from the side.

One driver took off his belt, pulled out five ten-yuan bills, and slammed them on the table: "I'll take this belt!"

"Old Qiao is right. Last time I went to the Friendship Store, the sales clerk at the Overseas Chinese counter didn't even look at me. From now on, whoever wants to go can go, but I'm not going anymore."

Master Zhao started taking off his pants, pulling them down layer by layer like he was urinating, until he reached the very end.

Huang Chui, who was lying on the ground, raised his head in confusion.

What are you doing?

The other drivers weren't surprised; it turned out that Mr. Zhao had a hidden pocket sewn into his underwear.
"I think you have some extra sunglasses, sell them to me as well. I have to go to Shanghai next time, so I can bring them to my two sworn brothers as gifts."

The snow outside the window was falling harder and harder, while the atmosphere inside the tenement building was getting warmer and warmer.

Qian Jin then took out a large gold mechanical watch, a big, profitable item.

A watch cost two hundred yuan, and five were sold in one go.

The drivers still have to remember his good deeds.

Because they travel all over the country and have a good eye, they know the value of this kind of watch. Even if they could buy it themselves, the price wouldn't be less than three hundred yuan.

He sold what he needed to sell, made a profit, and happily became a millionaire.

He didn't invite the drivers to stay for dinner, but instead prepared two bottles of good wine for each of them.

It was still snowing at night, and it was too easy to have an accident if you walked alone at night after drinking.

Qiao Jinbu was kept on.

He has to drive to pick up Wei Qinghuan!
Because of the snow, it gets dark earlier, and now only the white tiles on the red roofs and black asphalt roads remain.

After returning home, Wei Qinghuan hurriedly washed her hands and went to the balcony to cook. She opened the mottled green-painted wooden window to let out the cooking fumes.

When the window was opened, icicles even hung from the top edge of the window.

The icicles broke and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Wei Qinghuan looked out and saw that the windows of the tenement building across the street were bathed in a warm, yellowish light.

The bluish flames of the honeycomb briquette stove licked the double-eared iron pot, and the steam that rose out melted the drifting snow into melted water, which flowed down the wall and quickly condensed into strings of crystal-clear ice grapes.

Wei Qinghuan unbuttoned her top, tied up her hair, and with a slight flick of her wrist, put the ribs that had been soaked in blood into the pot to blanch.

Qian went in to help.

She pushed him away, saying, "Go chat with Brother Qiao, leave the kitchen chores to me."

Qian Jin said, "Brother Qiao is teasing Huang Chui. I'll work with you. You can handle the tasks that require touching cold water, and you can do the technical work. If we work together as husband and wife, the work won't be tiring."

Wei Qinghuan smiled, and this time she didn't hit him.

Stew the pork ribs and slice the pork tenderloin for frying.

Wei Qinghuan tied on the blue cloth apron strap, rolled up her sleeves to reveal half of her fair forearm, and rubbed her fingertips, which were dipped in tea oil, on the tenderloin. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

The fire blazed brightly, casting an orange-red glow on her profile. Qian Jin looked closely and felt that her features were truly exquisite.

think……

Never mind, I'll think about it for now.

Given the conservative atmosphere of the time, if he dared to do anything reckless, Wei Qinghuan would really put him in a frying pan and deep-fry him.

The oil was placed on the stove, and soon smoke began to rise.

"Sizzle—" The slices of meat coated in egg white and starch slid into the boiling oil, and golden oil bloomed in the iron pot.

Good oil and good meat.

The aroma immediately filled the air.

Qian Jin praised, "Teacher Wei's frying skills are absolutely top-notch. As soon as the aroma comes out, Huang Chui will definitely come over to sniff it."

Wei Qinghuan laughed and said, "With so much oil for frying meat, it will smell delicious even when you fry it."

She sighed, "I used to live on my own, and I never ate this much oil in a whole year."

The long bamboo chopsticks slid in the oil, and the female teacher flipped the meat strips with practiced ease, just like when she wrote on the blackboard.

Flowing clouds and flowing water.

Two large plates of fried meat were served.

One plate has sliced ​​meat, and the other has strips of meat.

Wei Qinghuan said, "The same meat, but a different texture, will definitely make Brother Qiao taste the difference."

Besides stewed meat and fried meat, there will also be a meatball soup tonight.

This was Qian Jin's idea. He had prepared in advance, and he chopped the meat himself, so making this dish wouldn't take much time.

Wei Qinghuan lifted the pot lid to check on the simmering pork ribs inside.

In an instant, thick white steam enveloped her upper body.

The glistening spare ribs floated among star anise and cinnamon, their aroma shattering the icy patterns on the glass and turning into streams of water.

After checking the cooking time, she pounded the minced meat on the jujube wood cutting board until it became gelatinous, then shaped it into meatballs and dropped them into water where they floated like white jade beads.

The meatball soup was ready quickly.

The enamel basin was already sprinkled with bright green cilantro leaves, and the meatballs floated in the soup, looking beautiful and smelling delicious.

Stir-fried cabbage, stir-fried dried shrimp and shredded radish, plus the fried peanuts and luncheon meat that Qian Jin usually prepares, and a big meal is quickly ready.

A table was set out, and the group sat down around it.

Qiao Jinbu smelled the aroma and said, "My sister-in-law's skills are so good that even the head chefs of state-run restaurants would want to become her apprentices!"

"Where's the wine? This delicious meal can't be without wine."

Qian Jin took out several bottles of cola, opened them, poured them onto the stove to heat up, and added red dates and ginger slices.

Many people know that Coca-Cola returned to the mainland after the reform and opening up, but few people know that the country began producing its own cola in the 1950s.

However, Coca-Cola has always been available in limited quantities, and even at the production base in Haibin City, the supply has fallen short of demand.

Qian Jin quite liked the Coke from the seaside; it wasn't too sweet or carbonated, but it contained Chinese herbs, and the way it was drunk had a romantic Chinese feel to it.

Like drinking rice wine, it can be heated and then mixed with red dates and ginger slices to quench thirst and dispel cold.

A steaming glass of cola was poured into the cup, and Qian Jin raised his glass: "Welcome, Brother Qiao, to my home. Please come often."

Qiao Jinbu readily agreed, "I'll definitely come often. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. We have our own car, so it's convenient for us to get things done!"

He picked up a bouncy, trembling meatball, and the moment he bit into it, scalding hot meat juice burst out and filled his mouth.

The aroma of the meat was so strong that he was panting heavily, but he couldn't bear to spit it out. He could only give Wei Qinghuan a thumbs up to express his praise.

Outside the window, the weight of the snow on the trees caused the bare branches to snap repeatedly, while inside, chopsticks and porcelain bowls made a series of crisp sounds.

The cooked ribs, along with the broth, were served, and Huang Chui immediately perked up.

It knew its battle was about to begin!

Wei Xiongtu mumbled while gnawing on a spare rib, "Xiao Qing's stewed pork is absolutely amazing. I can never get enough of it. You guys should try it. The ribs are stewed until the marrow in the bones turns into divine water!"

Zhang Aijun, on the other hand, has a particular fondness for fried meat.

He held up a piece of fried pork tenderloin and examined it against the light bulb: "Teacher Wei is good at everything. Look at this crispy crust, the light can even shine through it. It's no worse than the fried meat we eat at the state-run restaurant."

Wei Qinghuan rolled up her sleeves and served the pork rib soup to everyone, laughing, "Maybe it's because the lights are too bright?"

The food was swept across the table like a whirlwind; there's no need to worry about anything being left over.

Zhang Aijun's belly was as big as a garbage can; ever since he arrived, Qian Jin no longer needed the four little ones to bring him CDs.

After finishing their meal, the four children conscientiously cleaned up the mess.

Qiao Jinbu loosened the belt he had just bought, picked his teeth with a smug look on his face, and said, "Little brother, you're going to be living the good life from now on. I have to praise Teacher Wei's cooking skills a hundred times over. They're really amazing."

"I never expected to have such a good time tonight without drinking."

Wei Xiongtu apologized and said he was going to the study room.

Qiao Jinbu checked the time and decided to go home.

Qian Jin told Wei Qinghuan to wait a moment before leaving, and went downstairs first to see Qiao Jinbu off.

Wei Qinghuan leaned against the window of apartment 205, wiping the condensation off the glass and looking down.

The snowfall was gradually subsiding, but it was still falling.

She watched the snow fall on Qian Jin's head and body, watched Qian Jin stand in the dim light of the street lamp, and watched Huang Chui follow Qian Jin, wagging his tail and wagging his butt.

The glass reflected the figures of several children busily clearing away the dishes inside the room.

The combination of the upstairs and downstairs scenes is the life she has always dreamed of.

After seeing Qiao Jinbu off, Qian Jin returned and handed Wei Qinghuan a tube of frostbite cream: "I noticed your earlobes and the backs of your hands are red. Are you going to get frostbite? Applying this will help."

Wei Qinghuan laughed and said, "It's no use. This is an old problem of mine. Ever since I was a child, I get frostbite whenever it gets cold and snows heavily."

Qian Jin rubbed her hands vigorously: "I haven't had any of my old problems since the beginning of this year. Don't worry, this frostbite cream is really effective. It was given to me by a driver. Experienced drivers say it works very well for them when driving in winter."

Wei Qinghuan nodded obediently.

Qian Jin really liked her submissive demeanor, and when no one was around, he pinched her cheek.

But then he found that pinching the earlobe felt better, and explained, "Let me rub it for you, earlobes are the most prone to frostbite."

Wei Qinghuan shivered as if she had been hit by a cold wind, her face flushed red, and she pushed him away and ran away in a hurry.

The brother and sister went to the study room.

Qian Jin was in the room by himself. He thought about it and realized that it was getting cold and there was no heating in the room, so he had to think of some ways to keep warm.

He altered the mattresses in his house, turning them into thick curtains to hang on the doors; one was hung on each of doors 205 and 204.

These days, keeping warm in bed depends entirely on a strong young man and a thermos.

At night, Qian Jin would crawl into bed and refuse to move.

But he wasn't asleep yet when suddenly a shrill voice rang out: "Hey, hey..."

Upon hearing the noise, Zhang Aijun didn't even bother to put on his coat; he lifted the curtain, pushed open the door, and rushed out.

Huang Chui was even faster than him.

Qian Jin chased after him, shouting, "Damn it, get him!"

That's an alarm!
That's the sound of a trap being triggered!
Qian Jin set this trap after his and Qiu Dayong's tires were slashed with a knife.

He analyzed that this was not a coincidence, nor was it because someone had carelessly scratched their tires; it must have been the work of an enemy.

But he couldn't determine exactly who it was.

What he could tell was that this person was after him, not Qiu Dayong, so there would be more to come.

So when he brought his bicycle back to the corner of the stairwell that day, he didn't lock it, but instead put on an alarm.

The alarm is connected to the bicycle and will sound an alarm whenever the bicycle is moved.

He had already told Zhang Aijun about this, so Zhang Aijun immediately went to the scene upon hearing the alarm.

Actually, Qian Jin originally wanted to install a video camera in the corner so that it could record people's images if they came to steal the bicycle.

But he was also worried that the other party might steal the car while masked or at night.

However, the video recorder we have now doesn't have a Wi-Fi signal, and it's also difficult to clearly capture the person's face in the pitch-black environment at night. Even if we could capture it clearly, we wouldn't be able to use it as evidence.

After careful consideration, he chose to set up an alarm to warn of the trap.

The other party was very accommodating.

He probably wanted to use the snow to cover his tracks, so he made his move as soon as the money entered the house and the lights were turned off.

This person moved very quickly.

The alarm startled him, and he quickly tried to run away.

But no matter how fast a person is, they can't outrun a dog.

If he hadn't run away, Huang Chui might not have known what was going on. Huang Chui isn't human; he wouldn't know what happened.

It knows that if someone runs away, it has to chase after them.

The snowflakes began to flutter down, and the car thief hurriedly ran away. Huang Chui chased after him and tackled him to the ground.

Zhang Aijun then caught up, jumped on the car thief, and began to fight the tiger like Wu Song.

He was too reckless.

Poor Huang Chui fought bravely, but because he failed to get off the car thief's back immediately, he was crushed underneath by Zhang Aijun.

There might be two more punches landed on it, making it scream in agony.

Qian Jin chased after him and shouted, "What the hell are you doing hitting Huang Chui? Get up and control him!"

Zhang Aijun arrested the man.

The newcomer did indeed try to conceal his face; he wore a neck brace that covered the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. Now, the neck brace was torn and crooked, revealing most of his face.

Qian Jin looked closely and was very surprised.

Is it him? !
(End of this chapter)