Starting from 40, holding the Star Mall to lead the motherland

Chapter 52 Butcher (1)

On the busy streets, there are fashionable ladies in exquisite clothes, men in suits and ties, old men in long gowns, and poor people carrying baskets full of patches on their shoulders.

Regardless of the era, there are always hierarchies. In the interstellar world, she and her brother were orphans struggling to survive in the cracks of the lowest class. They worked so hard to survive, their lives improving, only to be plunged into despair by those powerful and influential people.

"Show me your ID."

Han Hui came to her senses and took out her good citizen certificate and her newly acquired work permit from her bag and handed them to the patrolman: "What happened again?"

The patrolman was a little impatient at first, but after seeing her work ID, his expression softened. However, his words were still unpleasant: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. This way you can live longer."

Han Hui bought some red date cakes and two grapefruits and went home. When she entered the house, she saw a strange man in a long gown.

Huang Shufen immediately introduced him as soon as she saw him: "Xiaoman, this is your brother's friend Zhang Bin."

Han Hui nodded at the other party, put down her things and went upstairs.

Huang Shufen said a little embarrassedly, "Mr. Zhang, please don't mind it! My Xiaoman is not usually like this. I guess he encountered something unpleasant outside and is in a bad mood."

Zhang Bin smiled and said he didn't mind, then said a few more words and left.

Han Hui went back to her room to pack her bedding. Although the dock had distributed bedding, it was a little yellowed and she was reluctant to use it.

Huang Shufen came over and saw her packing her clothes and bedding: "Xiaoman, are you going to live over there?"

Han Hui explained the reason: "Don't worry, Mom, I will be back on weekdays. It's just that sometimes we have to work overtime at the docks, so I won't be back if it's too late. It's not safe."

The day shift ends at 6:00, so it's a quick tram ride. Although this dormitory is a single room, it's definitely not as comfortable as living at home.

"Why do you have to work overtime?"

"When I work the night shift, I'm too tired to go home and just catch up on my sleep in the dormitory."

Huang Shufen instinctively frowned when she heard she had to work the night shift. It was both unhealthy and unsafe. But she didn't say she couldn't go, and it wouldn't be useful until today. "It's getting colder now. I'll take your measurements later so I can make you some winter clothes."

After lunch, Han Hui went back to her room to rest and didn't come downstairs until Xiaocao called her for dinner.

The dinner was very sumptuous, with poached chicken, beef brisket, beef tendon and radish stew, swimming crab rice cake, stir-fried prawns with green onions, steamed grouper, and seafood soup.

Huang Shufen picked up a piece of beef brisket for Han Hui and said, "Try it and see if it tastes good."

The beef was very chewy and Han Hui liked the taste: "Mom, who did you learn this dish from?"

Huang Shufen said, "I learned it from your Aunt He's nanny. She said it's a local dish."

Her daughter loves food, but she can only cook a few dishes. She's worried she'll get tired of eating too much, so she's working hard to learn new dishes so her daughter doesn't have to eat out so often. Han Hui took this advice to heart and went to the mall to exchange a cookbook, ready to give it to Huang Shufen when the time is right. Once Huang Shufen learns the recipes, she'll be in for a treat.

After dinner, Han Hui packed up her luggage and left. She told Huang Shufen that it would be bad to be late for work the next morning, so she decided to stay in the dormitory that night.

Han Hui didn't go to the dock dormitory, but instead went out for a while to buy some things. After dark, she went to a vacant single-family house in Zhangjia Garden. When she had previously surveyed Zhangjia Garden, she had already figured out the layout inside.

Han Hui knew Lan Yinghui's house contained a vast treasure trove, so she began her search on the first floor. However, she had no specific target for this house, so she began her search in the attic. Luckily, she discovered a mezzanine there. The designer had a fortuitous idea, creating two layers: the outer layer contained paintings and books, while the inner layer held a jewel box.

Han Hui didn't find any treasures anywhere else except the attic. But she was content. She took the six pieces of jade jewelry in the box to the mall and exchanged them for 32,000 wealth points. She had already hired someone to collect the jade and would go find him after get off work in two days.

A little after 1:00 AM, Han Hui went to Wang Chuan's place. She arrived at the back alley and found the door was gone. She was puzzled, but when she climbed over the wall, she discovered it was connected to the shop next door. Her cloth bag of yellow croaker was tied to a clothesline under the eaves.

Han Hui first took the cloth bag, then put down her things and left. She was familiar with the area and knew that a family next door had moved to Beijing and the house was empty.

Halfway through the walk, I suddenly remembered the last time I passed by here. An older woman pointed at a house and said disdainfully that the woman inside was a filthy woman, a man's mistress. Then another person who was listening to the gossip grabbed the older woman and warned her not to tell anyone, because the man had a gun and they couldn't afford to offend him.

Han Hui didn't care about the romantic scandal, but this man was clearly no ordinary person; he was most likely a lackey of the Japanese. Since she didn't have to go home tonight, she decided to try her luck.

When she arrived at the woman's house and found she was alone, she went into the space to eat. When she finished eating and was about to leave, a man opened the door and came in.

Turning on the light, Han Hui saw the man's face, beaming with joy. It seemed her luck for the day was here. She had never met this man before, but she had seen him in the newspapers. He had been standing next to Zhou Hai, the puppet government official. She had even found out who was in the group photo in the newspaper. The man in the room was a small-time leader of No. 76.

It's impossible to go straight to No. 76 and kill those traitors, but now that I've met them, I will definitely not let them go.

As soon as the man saw the woman, he hugged her and started to kiss her. The two of them were so engrossed that they didn't even notice that Han Hui put the lit incense into the room.

Han Hui didn't want to hear the demonic sound, so she placed the incense in the room and retreated into her space. She calculated the time before emerging. By then, the room was completely silent. She opened the door and went in. The two people inside had already passed out from inhaling too much incense. Even when she reached the bedside, they didn't react.

Han Hui looked at the two people with her divine eyes. The man's head was pitch black, which was within her expectations, but the woman's head was also as dark as ink, which was beyond her expectations. She endured the nausea and tied up the two people, stuffed their mouths with smelly socks, and then woke them up.

Chen Yongming opened his eyes and found himself tied up. He was immediately terrified. The woman struggled, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Han Hui with resentment. Unfortunately, Han Hui was a woman and remained unmoved.

Han Hui held the dagger to Chen Yongming's neck and asked, "Where is the money?"

The reason they didn't kill him immediately was because the scoundrels at Unit 76 were extorting, bullying, stealing, and selling opium for money. Although Unit 76 had only been around for a little over a year, it had amassed enormous wealth. Small-time bosses like Chen Yongming must have profited handsomely.

Chen Yongming thought he was being kidnapped and nodded desperately, meaning that he was willing to hand over all his money.

Han Hui let go of his right hand and took a pen and paper: "Write."

(End of this chapter)