Eternal madness

Chapter 3 Eighteen Pieces (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
This floor flew out of the building. Zhang Laifu saw it very clearly. The upper and lower floors were gone, but the windows of the neighbors on the left and right were still there.

A building flying in the sky?

What is the principle?
The building swerved sharply to the right in mid-air, causing Zhang Laifu to stumble. He regained his balance and could vaguely see the distant building through the car window.

The building remains in its original location, only one floor has been removed, but this seems to have little impact on its overall structure.
No wonder Zhang Laifu counted as thirty-two floors, while Lao Yu and Lao Zheng both said it was thirty-one floors.

They weren't making this up; they just counted it themselves, and another floor flew out at that time.

"What on earth is going on?" Zhang Laifu turned to ask Old Song, "Why is the building flying in the sky...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the room shook violently, and Zhang Laifu fell down.

"Laifu, get back to your seat," Old Song helped Zhang Laifu up and put him back on the bed, saying earnestly, "Laifu, you used to act. Although you're not a professional actor, you must have seen the most basic special effects."

Actors filming scenes in cars—do they actually film them in cars? They just use a green screen on set, inside model cars, and the scenery outside the windows is all special effects. What's the big deal?

Zhang Laifu pointed out the window and said, "You're saying this is a special effect?"

"Yes! How could it be true?" Old Song shook his head, as if lamenting Zhang Laifu's ignorance.

Zhang Laifu kept shaking his head: "Those special effects were all done in post-production. I saw it with my own eyes."

“What you see with your own eyes isn’t real!” Old Song pointed out the window. “There are electronic screens outside. This makes the special effects look more realistic, and the actors can get into character better during filming.”

You should get into shooting mode now, go lie down and get some sleep..."

As they spoke, it was pitch black outside the French windows.

Old Song then explained, "This is a visual effect of a train passing through a tunnel."

Huchi~huchi~
The sound of steam being emitted was very clear.

"This is the auditory effect of a train accelerating."

Bang, bang, bang!
The room shook again.

Old Song explained, "This is special effects... cough cough cough!"

A thick cloud of smoke drifted into the room, choking Old Song and causing him to cough.

Zhang Laifu asked, "What special effect does this smoke have?"

"This is, cough cough, it's an olfactory effect during train operation. This effect is really something, with so much smoke, aren't they afraid of triggering the smoke alarm?"

There's also a smoke alarm in the room.

Zhang Laifu thought about it seriously for a moment: "What's the use of olfactory effects? Will the audience still be able to smell it?"

"Didn't you see me coughing?" Old Song closed the French windows. "This is an auxiliary method to help actors get into performance mode."

The window was closed, but the wind seeping in through the cracks was still quite cold.

Zhang Laifu wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and looked at Lao Song: "This wind must be a tactile effect, right?"

"Yes, it's all special effects. Everything is to enhance the performance." Old Song also lay down on the bed, his face turned towards the window.

Old Song is a very special person, especially like a ball of cotton.

He always makes people feel very approachable. Even though you've been kidnapped by him, you just can't feel scared of him.

Zhang Laifu clutched his phone, sending over a dozen messages, but none of them went through because of the lack of signal.

If information can't get out, can people get out?
Old Zheng was in the outer room, and Old Song was in the inner room.

I'm in a flying house, but I don't know how it works.

It would be too difficult for me to get out on my own; I need to find a way to ask for help.

A landscape painting on the wall suddenly lit up, startling Zhang Laifu.

Old Song said, "This is a television, don't be nervous."

"Is this a television?"

This TV is so well hidden.

Why does the TV have a signal when there's no cell phone signal? Maybe there's another signal source here?

"This is our company's closed-circuit television." Old Song seemed to be able to discern what Zhang Laifu was thinking.

The landscape painting was gone, and a young, beautiful woman appeared on television, wearing a railway uniform and speaking with a friendly smile:
"Dear passengers, welcome aboard train 1168. Passengers who have already boarded, please do not move around or leave the carriage without permission."

The train staff are only responsible for cleaning and providing arrival reminders; they will not disturb passengers at other times. Have a pleasant journey.

The beautiful woman smiled gently and disappeared.

The landscape paintings on the wall quickly came to mind.

Zhang Laifu turned to look at Lao Song: "Was that a train attendant? Is this a train? A train with only one floor?"

Old Song said to Zhang Laifu, "What train? You're still in our company building. The TV program just now was a work reminder. Seeing this reminder means that filming is about to start. Everyone, get into character immediately."

Zhang Laifu looked around: "Where is the camera position?"

Old Song shook his head: "Our company is a leader in the industry, unlike those makeshift operations. We don't use their outdated equipment."

There are many hidden camera devices in this carriage, which can achieve shooting from all angles, leaving enough material for post-production editing.

You don't need to worry about the camera angles; you just need to maintain your performance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a pipa drifted in from outside the window.

Zhang Laifu didn't understand pipa music, but this pipa piece was so beautiful that it made his ears tingle, his body feel light, and he felt like he was floating.

……

"Dear passengers, we are about to arrive at Baiduanjiang Station. Passengers who are about to arrive, please gather your personal belongings and prepare to disembark in advance."

Zhang Laifu opened his eyes groggily, and surprisingly slept until night.

The paintings on the wall were still lit up, and Zhang Laifu could still see the flight attendants' smiling faces.

Is this the only smiling face? Where did Old Song go?
Zhang Laifu sat up and found that Lao Song was not in the room.

The curtains were drawn, and the light kept streaming through the window.

The frequency of the flashing lights indicates that the car is slowing down.

Zhang Laifu walked to the window and waited a moment. Then, the train conductor in the picture on the wall announced the next announcement: "Baidianjiang Station, we have arrived."

We've arrived at the station!

Was this station also made up of stacked trains?
Zhang Laifu opened the window, intending to observe the height of the train. If it was below the fifth floor, he planned to jump.

call!
A wave of heat swept over him, and Zhang Laifu closed the window.

He touched his face and wiped a patch of black ash off his eyebrows.

His hair was also quite singed; Zhang Laifu never expected the outside temperature to be so high.

The window doesn't seem to be easy to access; we'll have to go through the door.

Pushing open the wooden door, I looked into the outer room and saw that Lao Yu and Lao Zheng were fast asleep, snoring loudly.

Zhang Laifu quietly left the outer room and went into the corridor.

There were several people in the corridor carrying luggage, walking towards the emergency exit.

This should be the correct way to get off the bus; just follow them...

"Laifu, where are you going?" Old Yu stood behind him, smiling as he looked at Zhang Laifu.

Zhang Laifu calmly replied, "To the toilet."

"I'll go with you." Old Yu led Zhang Laifu to the end of the corridor. Zhang Laifu looked around and saw a ladder on the wall.

"What's this for?" Zhang Laifu pointed to the ladder.

Old Yu glanced at it and said, "It's just a ladder, what's so special about it? It's for going upstairs."

"Upstairs?" Zhang Laifu didn't quite understand. If a building is flying in the sky, how could there be an upstairs?
Old Yu urged, "What are you thinking? Do you really think this is a train? You're still in our company building, this is our film set!"

Zhang Laifu looked up at the ladder and saw a light shining from above.

Old Yu tugged at Zhang Laifu: "Stop looking around. There's another film set upstairs. Don't disturb their filming."

Zhang Laifu was still looking around. It was time to get on and off the train, and perhaps he would have a chance to meet the train attendant.

Old Yu suddenly said, "The flight attendant is here."

"They're here?" Zhang Laifu tried his best to hide his excitement, calmly looking around for the flight attendants.

Before getting on the bus, Zhang Laifu tried to communicate with the uniformed personnel, but was blocked by them.

Those in uniforms are probably station staff. If they're afraid of station staff, they're probably also afraid of train crew.

Lao Yu just said he's here, where are the flight attendants?

A tile on the toilet wall suddenly lit up, and a flight attendant appeared.

A woman in uniform appeared on the television on the wall, smiling, and said in a sweet voice: "Dear passengers, welcome aboard train 1168. Passengers who have already boarded, please do not move around or leave the carriage without permission."

The train staff are only responsible for cleaning and providing arrival reminders; they will not disturb passengers at other times. Have a pleasant journey.

Lao Yu pointed to the wall: "See? This is a reminder that we're about to start filming again. Let's hurry back to our rooms."

The image disappeared, and the gray tiles remained as before, without leaving a trace.

Zhang Laifu touched the tiles and asked Lao Yu, "How was this building of our company constructed?"

Old Yu smiled and said, "Would you believe me if I said it grew in a bowl?"

“A bowl? Grown from there?” Zhang Laifu suspected that Lao Yu was also singing Pingtan. “I studied civil engineering, I have higher education, how come I don’t understand what you mean by growing from a bowl? How could a building be grown from there?”

Old Yu casually replied, "That's what science is—the science of all things, all things, all things, all things."

What is meant by "everything is ever-changing"?

Old Yu is different from Old Song; he doesn't have that much patience to explain: "If you need to pee, go pee quickly; if you don't, go back to sleep. Didn't I tell you that filming has already started?"

Zhang Laifu went into the toilet stall, and when he came out, the ladder leading upstairs had disappeared.

Old Yu urged again, "Let's go when you're done peeing!"

Zhang Laifu followed Lao Yu back to his room, and Lao Zheng gave him a boxed lunch.

"Are you hungry, Laifu? Have something to eat. The train food is pretty good."

Zhang Laifu was taken aback: "Why is the film crew eating train meals?"

"These are props, hurry up and eat."

Zhang Laifu was really hungry. The train meal was quite plentiful, with both meat and vegetables. Just as he was about to eat, he suddenly heard Lao Yu say, "I just heard you open the window. You have to be careful on set. Last time, there was a new actor who was about your age. As soon as he arrived at the company, he filmed a scene where he jumped off a train. As a result, he was sucked under the train and crushed into eighteen pieces."

Zhang Laifu was shocked: "Really eighteen yuan?"

Old Yu laughed and said, "I counted them. I'm good at calculations and I count very quickly. I counted the buildings correctly, and I counted the corpses correctly too. It's eighteen pieces."

Zhang Laifu lowered his head and ate his food without saying another word.

The two returned to the outer room and lay down on their beds. Old Zheng sighed softly, "We've come this far, and this seedling still won't behave."

Old Yu exhaled a puff of smoke: "If Second Master hadn't stopped him, I would have broken his legs!"

"His leg's broken, how is he supposed to walk? Are you really planning to carry him back?" Old Zheng pointed to the ceiling. "Did Second Master go upstairs?"

Old Yu nodded: "Just went up there."

"Did that seedling see Second Master go upstairs?"

Old Yu didn't care much about it: "What good would it do if he saw it? He wouldn't understand! I'm not worried about this seedling now, I'm worried about Second Master's matter."

Old Zheng smiled and said, "Second Master is definitely confident. Isn't the reason he came to this other state to prepare a feast for the Boss?"

"Open the bowl?" Old Yu laughed. "You think you can fool me? If it's just to open the bowl for the boss, would Second Master go to all this trouble?"

Old Zheng lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Second Master came here mainly to buy himself a good bowl."

Old Yu shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid it's not for buying bowls. Second Master has taken such a big risk to do something important."

Old Zheng was taken aback: "Isn't buying bowls a big deal?"

Old Yu lowered his voice to the lowest level: "There's something even bigger than buying bowls. I heard that there's a big shot under Commander Wu who's going to get on a train at Baiduanjiang tonight. Second Master might be coming for him."

"Commander Wu!" Old Zheng shuddered in fright. "If the chief finds out..."

Old Yu looked at Old Zheng, signaling him to stop talking: "This must not be found out by the boss, otherwise none of us will survive."

Old Zheng became more and more frightened: "It's not our place to get involved. Let's just keep an eye on that seedling. That's better than anything else."

"What are you looking at him for? What can such an idiot do?"

"What if he tries to jump off the train again?"

Old Yu sneered, "Jump! Let him jump! This is the Hundred-Fold River, who dares to go out the window? If he jumps out, we'll burn him to death!"

Old Zheng was worried: "If he really burned to death, how are we going to explain it to Second Master?"

"Don't worry, he doesn't have the guts. Even if the car window is open, he won't dare to go out. I can see him clearly even with one eye open..." Old Yu sniffed, sensing that something was off.

"Where is the fire?"

Old Zheng looked at the green-painted door and exclaimed, "The inner room! Smoke is coming from the inner room!"

Old Yu kicked open the door and saw that Song Yongchang's bundle was on fire, with flames rolling up and down and thick smoke shooting up to the roof.

His face turned pale with fright. Old Zheng rushed into the house, grabbed some clothes, and quickly put out the fire.

Old Yu's face turned from white to black, his eyes flashing with cold light as he stared at Zhang Laifu: "Did you start this fire?"

Zhang Laifu shook his head and quickly explained, "I didn't want to set a fire. I just wanted to test the special effects outside the window. I wanted to know how high the temperature was outside."

Old Yu glanced at Old Song's luggage, which was already half burned: "You used your luggage to test the temperature?"

"These aren't luggage, they're props! You need to be prepared for the role!"

"Can we just try out any props?"

Zhang Laifu was very surprised: "If we don't use props to test it, how else can we test it? Are you telling me to go out and test it myself? Don't you have any safety awareness?"

He was telling the truth. He wanted to jump off the train. He was safety conscious. He first tested the temperature with Lao Song's luggage and concluded that he couldn't jump off the train.

"You're not safe now. Do you know why they call me 'Fortune Teller Yu'?" Old Yu rolled up his sleeves. "Let me tell you if you're in for some bloodshed."

Old Zheng stepped forward and stopped Old Yu: "Don't worry, wait for Second Master to return and decide what to do..."

"No need to wait for Second Master, this kid needs a good beating!"

Old Yu walked towards Zhang Laifu, who looked at him calmly. He wasn't afraid because the smoke alarm in the carriage had gone off.

Zhang Laifu burned Lao Song's luggage, all for this moment!
Just as Lao Yu approached Zhang Laifu, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

Old Zheng asked, "Who is it?"

An aged voice came from the doorway: "Flight attendant, open the door!"

The flight attendant is here!
Zhang Laifu smiled!
After going through so much trouble and taking such a big risk, we finally managed to get the flight attendant to come!

Old Yu and Old Zheng went to the outer room, closed the door to the inner room, and called out, "Come in!"

The flight attendant, an elderly woman, was holding a trash bag. She asked Lao Zheng and Lao Yu, "The smoke alarm went off, what's going on?"

Old Yu remained silent, while Old Zheng chuckled and said, "We felt stuffy earlier, so we opened the car window and came in to smoke."

The old lady wasn't angry, she just nagged a bit: "Is this your first time taking a train? When you get to Baiduanjiang, you can't open the windows."

Old Zheng nodded repeatedly: "We'll be more careful next time."

The old lady asked again, "Is there any trash that needs to be disposed of?"

Just as Old Zheng handed the discarded lunchbox to the old lady, he suddenly saw Zhang Laifu push open the door and come out from the inner room.

He is very excited now, and he has something to say!
This old lady is clearly not the type to fight, so you can't speak too directly to her, lest Lao Zheng and Lao Yu get cornered and do something rash.

But given her age, if I were to be too tactful, she probably wouldn't understand.

It's important to strike the right balance.

Zhang Laifu had made thorough preparations beforehand, and as long as he controlled the situation properly, he was certain he could be rescued.

His current goal is to leave the room directly with the old lady.

Zhang Laifu was weighing the pros and cons when the old lady looked at Zhang Laifu, then at Lao Zheng and Lao Yu.

Seeing the tense atmosphere in the room, the old lady sensed that these people might have some hidden agenda.

With a kind smile, she asked again, "Are there any bodies that need to be cleaned up?"

Zhang Laifu looked at the flight attendant and remained silent for a long time.

The flight attendant sensed that Zhang Laifu seemed hesitant, so she gave a brief introduction to the relevant services: "Our processing is absolutely reliable, and vital organs are recycled at market prices."

Old Zheng and Old Yu looked at Zhang Laifu together.

Seeing that no one spoke, the flight attendant specially introduced, "There's a little girl next door. We just dealt with her, and the payment for her organ recovery has been received."

The little girl next door...

Meng Xuanxuan?
Old Yu deliberately asked the flight attendant, "Why was that young girl punished?"

The flight attendant said with some regret, "They were all from the same carriage, and I don't know how they started fighting. It was a terrible fight. When we got there, the bodies were all broken into eighteen pieces."

Old Zheng chuckled, "You can still dispose of it even if it's broken into eighteen pieces?"

The flight attendant smiled easily: "Eighteen yuan is nothing. We can clean up even the smallest pieces. It's just that some of the good stuff can't be recovered. You can see for yourselves."

She dragged the garbage bag behind her to the crowd, opened it, and introduced the contents to everyone one by one: "The vital organs have all been taken away, these are what's left."

The three of them craned their necks and stared at it together.

It is indeed Meng Xuanxuan.

Old Yu turned to Zhang Laifu and said, "Count them, it really is eighteen yuan!"

Zhang Laifu nodded repeatedly: "Old Yu, you counted really fast, not a single one was missing!"

The flight attendant closed the bag: "Are there any corpses to dispose of?"

Old Yu asked Zhang Laifu, "You still have quite a few good things, do you want to get rid of them?"

"I have some trash here, could you please take care of it?" Zhang Laifu handed the lunchbox to the old lady and turned to go back into the inner room.

Flight attendants and station staff seem to be quite different.

Old Zheng smiled at the flight attendant: "We don't have any bodies here right now."

After the flight attendant left, Lao Yu looked at the green-painted door and said, "Shouldn't we teach him a lesson? Otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause this time!"

"Look at his physique, do you think he can take a beating?" Old Zheng pointed to the ceiling again. "Second Master is busy with important matters right now, so we mustn't cause him any trouble."

……

Old Song arrived at the second floor of the train, passed through two carriages, and saw two guards outside the door of the third carriage.

He stepped forward, removed his felt hat, pressed it to his chest, and bowed to the guard.
"Please inform the two of this: Song Yongchang requests an audience with Commander Wang Biao."

A guard entered the carriage and came out shortly afterward, inviting Song Yongchang into the carriage.

The "Biao Tong" is a battalion commander in the military, whose status is equivalent to that of a regimental commander.

This Wang Biaotong, whose real name is Wang Jixuan, is a subordinate of Wu Jingyao, the newly appointed military governor of southern Wansheng Prefecture. He is very polite and respectful in his dealings with people. When Song Yongchang saw these two guards tonight, he felt that they were different from the others.

This carriage is a luxury suite on train 1168, with a living room, bedroom, wine cellar, and tea room.

Wang Biaotong was tall and straight, with a round face and round-framed glasses. His thick black hair was neatly combed back. If he weren't wearing a military uniform, he would look like a schoolteacher.

After changing the tea leaves and adding more water, Wang Biao invited Song Yongchang to sit down at the tea table.

"Second Master Song, what a coincidence! I just got on the train and ran into you."

Song Yongchang spoke the truth directly: "Wang Biaotong, this is no coincidence. I went through a lot of trouble to catch your train."

Wang Biaotong feigned surprise: "Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

Song Yongchang didn't beat around the bush: "There are two urgent matters I need to trouble you with right now: one is my willingness to submit, and the other is my love for Bao."

Wang Biaotong thought for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "I know that Mr. Song is willing to submit. I will inform Governor Wu. As for how the Governor will arrange things, I cannot make that decision."

You were just talking about your love for the treasure, but now I don't know where to begin?

Once the water boiled, Wang Biaotong brewed the first cup of tea.

The first brew of tea is not drunk; it is used to rinse the tea and the cup.

Taking advantage of the tea-rinsing opportunity, Song Yongchang said, "Commander, I heard that you bought something nice for Governor Wu during your trip to the outlying prefecture."

The teacup had already been washed. Hearing this, Wang Biaotong put the teacup in the tea for a while longer: "Who did you get this information from? Do you know what a crime it is to spy on military intelligence?"

Song Yongchang repeatedly apologized: "Commander, please calm down. I really want this treasure."

"You still want the treasure?" Wang Biaotong suddenly laughed. "Do you want me to ask Commander Wu if he can give you the treasure?"

These words sent chills down one's spine, but Song Yongchang knew what was going on.

If Wang Biaotong really wanted to turn against them, he would have called for reinforcements long ago.

Song Yongchang smiled broadly: "Commander, I heard you brought back more than one treasure from your trip to another state this time."

Upon hearing this, Wang Biaotong looked up at Song Yongchang and asked, "How do you know everything? Don't you know too much?"

He tapped the tabletop gently with tweezers, this time seemingly really about to call for help.

Song Yongchang hurriedly explained, "Commander Biao, I really didn't mean any harm! I heard that you spent a lot of money on this matter, so I came here specifically to ask."

Wang Biaotong ran his tweezers around the teacup.

jingle.

The sound is very pleasant.

Wang Biaotong was in a good mood.

He put the tweezers aside, picked up the teapot, brewed a second cup of tea, poured a cup, and pushed it to Song Yongchang.

With this cup of tea, Song Yongchang felt much more at ease. He slowly sat back down in his chair, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Wang Biaotong picked up his teacup and took a sip: "I came to this prefecture to buy bowls for the governor. The seller in the prefecture is dishonest. We agreed on a price beforehand, but when it came time to do business, he changed his mind."

I thought he was going to raise the price, but I later found out that he wanted to sell his goods by hitchhiking. He had two bowls, and he wanted to sell one large bowl, but he also needed to bring along the small bowl. He would only sell the goods if both bowls were sold together.

As you know, whatever the warlord wants, I have to bring back, no matter the cost. So, with no other choice, I paid for it myself and bought that little bowl too.”

At this point, Wang Biaotong poured Song Yongchang another cup of tea.

This cup of tea is quite substantial.

Song Yongchang picked up his teacup and said, "That unscrupulous merchant is truly despicable. Commander Wang Biao is selfless and loyal, and I truly admire him."

"Brother Song, you flatter me. I was just doing my duty. I am able to get to where I am today entirely thanks to Governor Wu's support. Serving the Governor, I naturally have to do my best."

I am a person of integrity, but buying this one small bowl cost me 50,000 silver dollars, which completely emptied my pockets.

"If the governor wants both bowls when I bring them back, I might be able to recoup some of my costs. But if he only wants one, I'll just have to swallow this loss myself."

As he spoke, Wang Biaotong took out a white top hat.

This top hat is made of exquisite materials, using top-quality rabbit felt with fine, smooth fur. The crown is tall and rounded, the brim is firmly pressed, and it is wrapped with a band of deep, rich satin ribbon with fine, even stitching. Just by looking at it, it can almost be called a top-quality piece.

However, upon closer inspection, many flaws can be found.

The brim wasn't properly sealed in one spot, and the stitching on the inner sweatband was uneven. This was because the craftsman rushed the job and hadn't finished it properly. This hat was made by a master craftsman, but it showed signs of being rushed everywhere. It was definitely not worth 50,000 silver dollars, but it would still be worth 20,000. It was still a good item.

This is the bowl, the small bowl that Wang Biao bought extra!

"How could I let you suffer such a loss!" Song Yongchang pulled out a check from his pocket. "Please sell me this little bowl."

Wang Biaotong glanced at the amount and pushed the check back: "I spent fifty thousand on that bowl, what do you mean by giving me one hundred thousand?"

Song Yongchang handed the check to Wang Biaotong again: "This bowl is worth its price. You were able to buy it for 50,000, which is due to your reputation. If it were someone else, they might not be able to buy it even for 200,000."

"The fact that I was able to buy it from you for 100,000 is already considered a favor from you. In the end, I'm the one who benefited."

"You're being too polite. I can't make money off you," Wang Biaotong said, trying to push the offer away.

Song Yongchang stopped Wang Biaotong: "Fifty thousand is your capital. There is still something I need to trouble you with for the remaining fifty thousand."

I sincerely wish to serve under Governor Wu, but I lack the connections. I'll have to trouble you, Commander, to put in your best effort.

The kettle lid rattled; the water was boiling.

Wang Biaotong brewed the third infusion of tea: "Old Song, we'll definitely have to work together for Governor Wu from now on, so you can't be so polite anymore."

The deal was struck.

Song Yongchang was extremely excited, just like that pot of water, so excited it was almost steaming.

Wang Biaotong accepted the check and handed the top hat to Song Yongchang: "Brother Song, if you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, Governor Wu will certainly not turn you away, but you must carefully consider what identity you will use to enter."

"Commander, I don't care about status. I'm content to serve Governor Wu!"

Wang Biaotong stared at Song Yongchang for a moment and said, "Brother Song, with your status and strength, I think it's a waste of your talent to be a battalion commander. You should at least be a battalion commander, like me."

Song Yongchang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "You flatter me. How could I possibly be on equal footing with you? It's a blessing I've accumulated over several lifetimes to be able to find a job under your guidance."

Wang Biaotong waved his hand and said, "We all say we're family, why are you being so polite?"

Let me put it bluntly: Governor Wu hates bandits the most. If you want to see Governor Wu, you can't go empty-handed; you must bring a generous gift.

Song Yongchang nodded repeatedly: "I've got it in mind. I'll definitely present this great gift."

Wang Biaotong picked up his teacup, blew on the scalding tea, and asked, "How do you plan to deliver it?"

His question left Song Yongchang speechless.

You can't exactly openly admit that you want to betray your country.

Wang Biaotong finished his tea and continued, "I heard that Lin Shao Cong, the third son of the Lin family, has gone missing. Do you think it's possible that Hunlong Village did this?"

"Impossible!" Song Yongchang immediately shook his head. "I've never heard of this."

Wang Biaotong laughed: "You haven't heard of it? Let's take an example. If Hunlongzhai did this, do you think the Lin family would fight with Hunlongzhai over it?"

"I still think it's not possible. The third son of the Lin family is an idiot and is not well received in the Lin family at all." Song Yongchang picked up the teapot to add tea for Wang Biaotong, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wang Biaotong sighed, "No matter how unpopular he is, he is still a member of the Lin family, and ultimately represents the Lin family's reputation."

The Lin family had been entrenched in Heishakou for many years. They were personally appointed by Marshal Shen as the supervisor, and they had people, money, and status.

If a real battle were to break out between them and Hunlong Village, who do you think would have a better chance of winning?

Song Yongchang brought the teacup to Wang Biaotong and said, "I still think... they won't fight."

Wang Biaotong took the teacup, looked at Song Yongchang, and said, "I was just giving an example. If they really started fighting, who do you think would benefit?"

Holding the tea in his hand, Wang Biao kept looking at Song Yongchang.

Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, Song Yongchang had no choice but to stand up and respectfully reply, "When that day comes, we'll still need the help of the battalion commander."

"No need to be so polite. Suppressing bandits is a soldier's duty. We're all on the same side!"
The five generals of Wansheng Prefecture have all squandered their wealth; how much profit is left for the twenty-eight military governors? Governor Wu is also hoping for a talent like you! Wang Biaotong pulled Song Yongchang back to his seat and continued drinking tea.

……

Back in her room, Zheng Pipa quickly explained the situation: "Second Master, that Yangzi has gone mad for some reason and burned your luggage."

Song Yongchang glanced at the luggage on the ground and sternly criticized Zhang Laifu: "Laifu, you need to have the professionalism of a professional actor and cherish the props!"

He doesn't care!

They don't care at all!
Song Yongchang didn't really care, because he carried all the important things with him.

After sending Lao Yu and Lao Zheng away, Lao Song looked at Zhang Laifu and said, "Laifu, it's time to sleep. Get into performance mode immediately."

"Okay." Zhang Laifu lay down on the bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and thought about the next step of the plan.

If we can't find the flight attendant, what other options are there?
Bang! Ding ding ding!
A rhythmic tapping sound came from beside him. Zhang Laifu thought Old Song was painting, but then he found that his quilt was rapidly swelling up.

Bang!
The blanket is torn.

The cotton wadding from the quilt seeped onto Zhang Laifu's body, strand by strand.

Zhang Laifu tried to get up, but his waist and legs wouldn't bend, and he couldn't sit up.

He tried to support his body with his arms, but as soon as he moved his arms, the fine cotton fibers immediately dug into his flesh, causing blood to seep out.

In excruciating pain, Zhang Laifu tried to shout, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Old Song stood by the bed, looking down at Zhang Laifu: "Laifu, 20,000 yuan a month, such a good job, don't you want it?"
I really admire you. I originally wanted you to act in a relaxed and comfortable way, but you are too unruly in your actions.

From now on, don't speak unless you have lines, and don't move unless you're in a scene. Do you understand what it means to be a professional actor now?

P.S.: Three chapters have passed, and Sarah is now asking all of you readers for your monthly votes. I have the best readers in the world, and I must offer you my best work in return.

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