Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"Don't tell me you went out for a walk and casually brought back a child."

Shahra frowned slightly, glanced down at her small hands tightly gripping her trouser leg, and softened her tone.

I found it in the alley.

"Found it?"

Zhang Jianqi laughed.

"When did it become fashionable to drop gold coins and children on the streets of Tehran?"

"Can you just pick this up like that?"

"real."

Shahra was brief and to the point, seemingly impatient with explaining such things.

"I went outside just now and saw three gang members chasing her. She bumped into my leg."

"and then?"

"I broke the legs of those three men."

Zhang Jian's lips twitched.

This is so Shahra.

"Boss, this girl keeps staring at me."

Bakhtiar touched his shiny bald head and took a half-step forward, somewhat puzzled.

"Do I have a very friendly-looking face?"

His movement startled the little girl, who trembled and buried her face in the crook of Shahra's legs.

"You're kidding me."

Zhang Jian glared at him irritably.

"Your face looks like a car crash scene; it could ward off evil spirits even in broad daylight."

"Quickly step back, don't scare the child."

Bakhtiar withdrew his foot in frustration.

Zhang Jian sighed, turned around, and walked into the kitchen.

When he came out again, he had a freshly baked naan bread and a carton of room temperature milk in his hands.

He walked up to Shahra, but didn't get too close; he squatted down about a meter away.

"Come."

Zhang Jian tore off a piece of naan bread and handed it forward.

"Have something to eat."

The little girl peeked out with one eye, glanced at the food in Zhang Jian's hand, and then quickly looked at Shahra.

Shahra didn't speak, but gently pushed her forward half an inch.

It seemed that she had confirmed that the man in front of her meant no harm.

The little girl finally loosened Shahra's trouser leg and hesitantly took two steps forward.

He grabbed the naan bread, barely chewed it, and swallowed it whole.

As a result, he almost choked and his eyes rolled back.

Zhang Jian quickly handed over the milk with the straw already inserted.

The little girl held the milk carton in both hands and quickly took two big sips before she recovered.

"Tengtengteng".

Farhad came downstairs yawning.

Amir was so tired from watching all the work that he couldn't keep going and had to stop to catch his breath.

As soon as they came down, they saw the little girl in front of Shahra and Zhang Jian squatting on the ground.

"The boss?"

Farhad was stunned by what he saw.

Bakhtiar scooted closer.

He tilted his head and gently nudged Fahad. "Never seen this before, have you? The boss has such a tender side."

Farhad turned and glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

He took a few steps forward, stood next to Zhang Jian, and looked at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl hugged the milk and sucked hard, her eyes looking up timidly at Fahad.

Farhad frowned and stared at the little girl's neck.

The little guy's wide collar was slightly open, revealing a black leather cord with a metal tag about the size of half a thumb hanging from it.

The sign was covered in dirt, but you could vaguely make out a familiar pattern engraved on it.

Farhad's expression immediately changed.

"Boss."

"You brought this girl back?"

Zhang Jian paused in his hand holding the naan bread, squatted down, and looked up at him.

"know?"

Farhad nodded, lowered his voice, and spoke with unprecedented seriousness.

"This girl... cannot be kept."

He pointed to the metal tag around the little girl's neck.

"That's the coat of arms of the Muy family."

Zhang Jian handed the naan bread to Shahra and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.

"The Mooy family?"

"Um."

Farhad looked serious.

"Boss, you probably don't have much contact with these people."

"The Mooi family is a local family in northern Tehran, whose main businesses are nightclubs and casinos."

"Before the Twelve-Day War, for some unknown reason, I offended the Taresh family."

"Overnight, the leader of the Muy family was arrested, and his direct descendants scattered and fled."

Are you sure?

"I will never admit my mistake."

Farhad took a deep breath.

"When I was in the intelligence department, I investigated the Muy family."

"Their core family members all wear these specially made metal plaques."

The atmosphere in the hall changed instantly.

Bakhtiar also abandoned his nonchalant attitude, and his hand unconsciously reached for his waist.

Zhang Jian might not know the Taresh family, but these people knew them all too well.

The Taresh family belongs to the Azerbaijani ethnic group.

He is a core agent of the "Friends Club" and a money laundering tycoon in northern Tehran.

They control 70% of drug retail, high-end nightclubs, casinos, and money laundering networks in northern Tehran, and have extremely powerful backing.

Even the Taresh family finds it extremely difficult to oppose them.

Zhang Jian turned to look at Shahra.

"You just said that she was being pursued by three gang members?"

Shahra nodded.

"What are its characteristics?"

"They were wearing jackets from the South District's 'Viper Gang,' and they had tattoos."

Shahra recalled.

"Gangs in the South District?"

Zhang Jian looked at Farhad.

"What happened to their territory after the Mui family was destroyed?"

"It's a complete mess."

Farhad answered.

"The Muy family controls several smuggling routes; that's a huge piece of meat."

"As soon as he died, several of his leaders turned against him, and several local gangs followed suit and started seizing territory."

"It is said that the money obtained by the Muy family through smuggling was not found by the Taresh family."

"The news is that it contains not only a large amount of rare treasures, but also all the cash and gold that the Muy family has accumulated over the years."

"Just because the Taresh family doesn't think much of it doesn't mean other forces don't."

"After all, the Moi family was quite large back then, and its influence ranked among the top 30 in all of Iran."

"Right now, almost the entire Tehran underworld is working hard to find the whereabouts of the Muy family's treasure vault."

After listening, Zhang Jian's gaze returned to the little girl.

The little girl had finished her milk and was now holding the empty carton, looking at them timidly.

"have to."

Zhang Jian rubbed his temples.

"This isn't like picking up a child, it's like picking up a bomb!"

He looked at Shahra.

"With your luck, it's a waste that you don't buy lottery tickets."

Shahra ignored Zhang Jian's teasing, and instead looked down at the little girl, asking a question that was unusual for her.

"Should we send it away?"

Zhang Jian did not answer immediately, but squatted down again and looked the little girl in the eye.

"What's your name?"

The little girl shrank back, her lips moved, but she didn't make a sound.

"Don't be afraid."

Zhang Jian tried his best to make his tone sound as gentle as possible.

"No one here will hurt you."

Perhaps it was because they were full, or perhaps it was Zhang Jian's attitude that had an effect.

The little girl hesitated for a long time before finally letting go of the empty milk carton.

She slowly opened her left hand, which she had been clenching tightly.

My palms were white from being soaked in sweat, and a deep red mark was left on them.

In her palm lay a brass key, lying quietly.

The key has an ancient design with intricate tooth marks and a pattern engraved on the top, matching the Muy family crest...

Generally, there is no difference.