Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 22 Stinky Feet Patrol, Black-skinned Dog!

It would be one thing if they were just afraid of death, but the real problem is that they are all very good at doing business.

While other armies were fighting to the death, they were making a fortune from the war. Many people in China, including soldiers and civilians, bought supplies from them.

In their eyes, the war belongs to the Emperor, but their lives belong to themselves. Rather than foolishly risking their lives for that damned Emperor, it's more practical to do business.

There was even a joke that if someone earned less money, they would be laughed at by the other members of the Osaka Division.

If this person were truly an officer of the Osaka Division, Cao Wei could already imagine how rich he was about to become.
As they drank more and more alcohol, the Japanese soldiers became increasingly brazen in their actions.

They were worried that having a group sex party in a private room might not be a good thing; otherwise, they would have loved to have an uninhibited party right away.

"Oh dear, Mr. Cao, I'm so sorry, I'm a little tipsy, so I'll go upstairs to rest." Matsui Koji stood up unsteadily, with two hostesses clinging to him on either side to support him.

They had no choice but to stick the covers on them; his hands were practically lifting them up from below. When he stood up, Cao Weida clearly saw that the spot where they had been sitting was a bit damp.

Cao Weida grinned lewdly, "Mr. Matsui, you'd better take it easy tonight and don't overwork yourself."

"Hahaha~~ Cao Sang, I'm not bragging, but I can take on ten of them!"

“I believe you!” Cao Weida’s smile became even more lewd. “Then I wish Matsui-kun a pleasant evening.”

"Ono-kun, Fujita-kun, Tabe-kun, a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, we can't waste it anymore, that would be a crime!"

The group immediately joined in with lewd smiles.

Cao Wei Da was having another dream. This time it was two demons who were sucking his yang energy extremely hard. It was only because of his strong physique that he was able to keep up; otherwise, he might have been sucked until his legs went weak.

He managed to withstand it, but some people were so affected by the suction that they could barely walk.

Sure enough, Ono Oda walked out, his legs trembling and his steps unsteady.

Cao Wei Da stepped forward to support Ono Oda, whose legs were shaking as he walked, and asked with an ambiguous smile, "Ono-kun, did you have a good time last night?"

"Yosh, that was great, absolutely great!" Even though his legs were trembling, Ono Oda's lips still curled into a wistful smile.

Men, even to the point of death, pursue four things: wine, women, wealth, and power.

What is the purpose of getting promoted and making money?
Isn't it all for these four things?

He had a great time drinking last night; you could tell from his lingering enjoyment of the wine.

The money is already in his pocket, and the anger is gone.

Ono Oda has had all four of these qualities these past two days, and he's in high spirits right now. He even performed exceptionally well last night!

"Then I'm relieved. Your enjoyment is the greatest affirmation for me." Although Cao Weida felt disgusted when he said this, he had no choice but to endure it and pretend to be sincere.

There's a saying that goes something like this: "If you want to be respected in public, you must first suffer in private."

If he wants to live comfortably for the next year or so, he has to hold on tightly to Ono Oda's coattails.

"Wow, Cao-sang is so thoughtful, it's even a brand new car. You've gone to a lot of trouble, really gone to a lot of trouble."

"Of course, of course. By the way, where are Duobian-kun and the others?"

Ono Oda smacked his lips. "They work at the military police headquarters, they don't have the same freedom as us. They went back to work early this morning."

"As you know, we haven't been able to catch that rebel yet, and we've even lost another warrior of the Empire. They've been very busy these past few days."

Busy my ass! If you're that busy, do you still have time to come here and chase after women?

It's all just for show.

It's not like you big shots who died. It's just a human life. How can it be more important than working hard on a woman's belly?

"Now that you say that, I am even more grateful." Cao Weida looked extremely grateful, and Ono Oda was clearly very pleased with this.

"Xiangzi, Xiangzi, hurry up and get Commander Ono home safely. Be careful on the way!"

"Oh, Mr. Cao, you're too kind. Is this your monthly driver? Let's just forget about it, I'll just call another one."

“Serving me is nothing compared to serving Ono-kun. Please get in the car, get in the car.”

"Then thank you, Mr. Cao. I cannot refuse your kind offer."

"No, no, Xiangzi, speed isn't important, but comfort is. Do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, Master."

Xiangzi was an obedient boy; he did whatever his master told him to do.

Patriotism?

It's not that they don't exist, but rather that ordinary citizens don't have that kind of spiritual depth.

It's already quite difficult to live a good life.

Xiangzi pulled Ono Oda away, and Cao Weida breathed a long sigh of relief.

Watching his departing figure, Cao Weida couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

When did I start to change?

To bring glory to my country, I've already sold my body; it's been so difficult, yet so noble of me.
Cao Weida felt smug and hummed a tune as he swayed towards the police station.

Police and collaborators were still patrolling the streets, but there were far fewer ordinary people than usual. "Cigarettes for sale! Beiping brand, Daqianmen brand, Continental brand, Sanpaotai brand~~"

"Sir, what would you like?"

Hearing the sound of someone selling cigarettes, Cao Weida touched the cigarette pack in his pocket, which only contained two cigarettes, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, a girl carrying a basket was selling cigarettes on the street, and she was holding a wooden cigarette case. Several shady-looking thugs were standing in front of her.

The hoodlum had an arrogant expression and a wicked grin on his face. He rummaged through the bags one after another, muttering to himself incessantly:
"What kind of cigarettes are these? They're all damp."

The girl selling cigarettes looked at the messy pile of cigarettes with a hint of unease, but dared not say anything.

"I'm not trying to be mean, Mo He, but it's such a waste that you're so good-looking to be selling cigarettes on the street."

"Why don't you come with me? I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury and enjoy the pleasures of love."

Not content with just talking, he also started to grope and try to put his hands on the girl's body.

The girl named Mo He screamed in fright and slapped the hand away haphazardly. "Don't touch me! I'm telling you, if you do that again, I'll call the police!"

"Oh, still so feisty, I like it." The thug not only didn't restrain himself, but burst into laughter, and the thugs around him laughed along.

"You think complaining to those stinking police officers will do you any good? Go ask them, which one of them dares to interfere in my business!"

The group of underlings immediately started chuckling and laughing.

Logically speaking, these gangsters should usually be afraid of people in police uniforms. They would not only avoid them, but at least be obsequious and keep a low profile.

However, the reality is quite awkward: these gangsters do indeed show sufficient respect, even a certain awe, to patrol officers at the rank of captain or higher.

But the lower-level patrol officers were not afraid at all.

They casually use terms like "stinky-footed patrolman" and "black-skinned dog" to show off their prowess.

Why?

Because almost all the patrol officers are locals, with families to support them.

If you cause trouble, you might be secretly retaliated against.

Moreover, the legitimate and criminal worlds have always been intertwined. Anyone who can establish themselves in the legal system must have connections behind them.

If a junior patrol officer offends these gangsters, he not only has to be wary of retaliation behind the scenes, but he might even have his clothes stripped off.

In fact, this is true not only now, but in any era.

Therefore, most patrol officers, adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble," rarely bother these scoundrels and ruffians, and even avoid them when they see them.

Over time, these thugs came to think that the patrol officers were all cowards, which further fueled their arrogance.

Just as they were gloating and Mohe was filled with fear, an untimely voice rang out.

"He's not tall, but he's got quite the big mouth."

Just as he was putting on a show, he was suddenly interrupted, and the gang leader, who called himself Boss Biao, immediately got angry.

"Who!" The gang leader glared angrily, but when he saw Cao Weida dressed in a black dog skin, a sneer appeared on his lips.
"Hey, who's this? Isn't this the patrolman who protects the security of Beiping?"

Then, feigning confusion, he asked the underling next to him, "By the way, what are patrol officers also called again?"

The henchmen chimed in, "Is that even a question? Stinky Foot Patrol, Black Dog!"

Hahaha~~
The group of underlings burst into laughter, openly mocking Cao Weida, the patrolman in police uniform.

One second Biao Ye was laughing heartily, the next his face darkened, he pointed his finger at Cao Weida's chest, and said with a gloomy expression:

"Whose pants weren't fastened properly and you're showing?! How dare you meddle in my business! Do you even know how many eyes the Horse King has?!"

A patrol officer nearby noticed the situation, his expression changed, and he quickly ran over, pulling Cao Weida back and smiling obsequiously at Boss Biao:
"Master Biao, Master Biao, I'm so sorry, he hasn't been here long and doesn't know the rules. Please calm down, he's a magnanimous person."

People love to watch a spectacle, and since a dispute had broken out here, a lot of people had gathered around, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Upon hearing the patrolman's words, they all showed disdain.

"Zong Xiangfang?" Cao Wei Da was surprised to see the newcomer. "What are you doing here?"

"Cao'er, let's talk about this later." Zong Xiangfang smiled wryly. Was this the time to bring this up?

It's strange. Cao Wei Da, who was known as one of the most cowardly and timid people in the outer five districts, used to avoid danger. He would not only run away, but also slip away.

Why am I being made the first to stick my neck out today?

"Oh, it's Master Zong," Biao said with a mocking smile and a threatening look in his eyes. "What, are you planning to stand up for him?"

Zong Xiangfang quickly waved his hand, "Brother Biao, you're joking. I'm not some kind of master, you're the master."

"My brother is a bit naive, please don't take offense, just give me face."

"Pshaw, give you face? Who do you think you are! Get out of my way!"

Cao Wei Da could clearly sense the anger flashing in Zong Xiang Fang's eyes, and he couldn't help but find it amusing.

(End of this chapter)