On a gloomy day, the streets are noisy and the radio plays soft and soothing songs. Zhong An lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Go in and sit down, Miss Ye." ”

He always seemed to smell of tobacco. Ye Weizhou wrinkled his nose and turned his gaze away: "Don't sit." I'm going home. ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pulled at the scarf, as if she was about to take it off and return it to him.

"Wear it," Zhong An's gaze still fell on her, "I'll send you back." ”

"You don't have to send me, I can call a car myself......" Ye Weizhou was still pulling her scarf, and when she exposed her chin, a cold wind happened to blow, which made her gasp, and the words behind were also frozen between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't continue to speak.

Her hair was also blown a little messy.

Zhong An raised his hand, put on the scarf for her with a gentle movement, and said at the same time: "Those two young ladies are the daughters of a client. This customer has a big deal with our shipping company and asked me to meet at the café. The client had left beforehand, and I put his two daughters in the carriage. ”

In other words, the scarf has been put on. Zhong An also arranged her hair by the way.

Zhong An withdrew his hand, and asked her with a smile: "I came by car, and I was also preparing to visit the Ye family." Miss Ye would like to come along?"

Half of Ye Weizhou's face was hidden in a scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes. She glanced at him and replied sullenly, "You can go along." ”

Zhong An smiled.

Zhong An drove the car, and Ye Weizhou was in the co-pilot's position. After a while, the cold rain fluttered and sprinkled evenly on the windshield in front. The cold wind was howling outside the window, but it was warm as spring inside the car.

Sleepiness gradually enveloped Ye Weizhou. She hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep these days, because she can't feel at ease, lying in bed, but her mind can't be quiet, and she always thinks about all kinds of things. Sitting in Zhong An's car, it was different for some reason.

The vehicle drove for a while, always silent, and Ye Weizhou obviously felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Around the corner, she suddenly said, "Zhong An......"

This is the first time that Ye Weizhou has called out his full name, not the polite and detached "Mr. Zhong". Her tone was also low, even a little dull, very different from before.

Zhong Shore thought it was strange, but because he was around the corner, he had to concentrate more on the vehicle. He didn't look at her, he just asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Weizhou didn't speak.

Zhong An waited patiently for a moment, still not getting a response. He couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at her.

When he met her, Zhong An's gaze froze.

She was leaning limply against the seat, her head against the window, her eyes slightly closed. As if asleep, her cheeks flushed with a healthy flush, and her features were uncanny soft.

Zhong An was slowing down the speed of the car, and heard Ye Weizhou say softly, "Drive slower." ”

After speaking, she sniffed, adjusted a more comfortable position, and in a daze, added: "Call me when you get home." ”

Zhong An looked at her for a moment, then let out a light "um" and withdrew his gaze.

The car continued to drive, but it drove extremely slowly.

There was a man on the road who was pedaling his bicycle hard, and he was drenched in cold rain. He rode quickly past the slow-moving car, but he fell and broke his skin because of the uneven road.

The man sat on the ground, grinning in pain, glanced at the Pontick car strangely, and muttered, "These days, some money is really amazing!"

The amazing Zhong An drove the car outside the door of Ye's house, but after it stopped, he was not in a hurry to wake up Ye Weizhou. The servants came out to greet them, but he only told them to be quiet.

Therefore, when Ye Weizhou woke up comfortably, it was already night outside.

There was no moon on a rainy night, and the lights were on at the door of Ye's house, and the lights fell into the car, illuminating Ye Weizhou's dazed face after waking up. Zhong An next to him said in a suppressed voice: "Woke up?"

Ye Weizhou was stunned for a while, unable to figure out the current situation.

After a pause, Zhong An said again: "You fell asleep halfway." When I saw that you slept soundly, I did not call you. ”

Ye Weizhou yawned, and his voice was soft and soft after waking up: "You should wake me up." It's so late, my grandfather must be angry with me. ”

Zhong An smiled: "No, I have already greeted him." ”

Ye Weizhou nodded obediently: "Okay." Then I'll stay in your car for a while. ”

She leaned against the window again and closed her eyes comfortably.

This second night, she slept until the next morning. When she woke up again, she was no longer in Zhong An's car, but sleeping in her own room. Ye Weizhou lay on his back and stared at the ceiling above his head for a long time, before he slowly got up and dressed and freshened up.

And last night's memory of Zhong An, due to mixed sleep, is already very blurry. Ye Weizhou simply put those into a dream.

When she arrived at the customs office and walked into the office of the tax collection department, a young man who was coming out of it looked at her with strange eyes, and saw that she was uncomfortable, and walked away with a frown.

Ye Weizhou sat down at the desk and asked Sun Shuli next to him: "Today's customs seem to be a little different. ”

Sun Shuli turned his side at Ye Weizhou, and did not turn his head, only snorted: "When has the customs not changed?"

Ye Weizhou glanced at him, frowned, and didn't say anything more.

On that day, Ye Weizhou's words in Jianghaiguan did not add up to a total of no more than ten sentences. And she soon discovered that such days would continue.

It was a mess, and it took seven whole days. Ye Weizhou was almost out of breath.

After getting off work, Ye Weizhou sat at the desk, everyone left with a smile and a smile, she was expressionless, and only continued to process the report.

Suddenly, she heard someone shouting, "Hey! Ye Weizhou!"

Ye Weizhou turned his head to look over. The middle-aged man in the corner looked vicious, holding a microphone, and yelled at her angrily: "Hurry up and answer the phone!"

Ye Weizhou answered, got up and took the microphone.

It was Zhao Ronghe who called, and her voice was gentle and gentle: "Weizhou, will you come to my house for dinner today?"

Ye Weizhou at this end couldn't make a sound for a long time.

The middle-aged man had already turned around to pack his things, but he was shocked to find that there was no sound behind him, and even heard a low sob, and couldn't help but glance back.

Ye Weizhou hung his head and bit his lower lip to prevent himself from crying, but the tears couldn't stop falling down and fell on the table. The fingers she had grasped the microphone had turned pale from the exertion of force.

The middle-aged man's expression became a little fiercer.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Ronghe couldn't hear Ye Weizhou's response for a long time, and couldn't help but feel strange: "Hey, Weizhou, are you listening? Weizhou, are you still there?"

Ye Weizhou nodded, trying hard to speak, but couldn't hold back his crying.

The middle-aged man stood in front of her, put down his briefcase, reached over with a fierce face, and snatched the microphone from Ye Weizhou's hand. Then, he opened his mouth to the end: "I know, I know, isn't it just a dinner, Ye Weizhou said that he is going!

After saying that, he hung up the phone again.

Zhao Ronghe, who listened to the roar, sat on the sofa and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

And here, Ye Weizhou is still shedding tears. She was so unbelieving that she had witnessed what the man had done, and she had even forgotten to continue crying.

The middle-aged man lifted his briefcase and glared at her: "Little girl, what does it look like crying like this? Do you think that our tax collection department has finally come up with someone who can do things, and you can't bear such a little pressure!"

Ye Weizhou was stunned.

After the middle-aged man walked away without looking back, she stayed for a long time.

——

When they arrived at Zhao's house, before dinner, Ye Weizhou and Zhao Ronghe sat on the sofa to eat snacks and gossip.

Talking about this matter, Zhao Ronghe covered his chest, and was still a little afraid: "I was taken aback, thinking who is this? It seems that he hijacked Weizhou and asked me to send three hundred oceans to ransom people." ”

Ye Weizhou also smiled.

Zhao Tianqing, who had been forced to take a vacation at home for several days and was about to get moldy, said: "I have seen and heard about the person in the tax collection department. He was a progressive in his youth, and he was praised for his travels, but his temper was not very good. It was also because of his bad temper that he offended the powerful later. ”

Ye Weizhou was about to ask some more about the middle-aged man, when he suddenly heard the sound of going upstairs. When he raised his eyes and looked over, he saw Liang Pingzhang coming from the staircase, with obvious tiredness on his face.

As soon as he saw him, Zhao Ronghe hurriedly got up, helped him take off his coat and hang it up, and poured him warm water. While busy working, she said: "Weizhou is also here today, I invite her to come over for dinner together...... I made you duck soup. Drink some later to replenish your body. ”

Listening to his wife's voice, Liang Pingzhang breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed a little. He held Zhao Ronghe's waist and didn't let her continue to work left and right, and leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek: "Without you, I really don't know what to do." ”

Zhao Ronghe pushed him away with a smile and urged him to wash his hands.

Liang Pingzhang didn't care about washing his hands, he just led her into the room together, closed the door and locked it, and then pushed her against the door, and lowered his head and kissed her.

On the sofa, Zhao Tianqing handed the melon seeds to Ye Weizhou, with a commonplace expression: "According to this situation, we have to wait for a while." ”

Ye Weizhou silently grabbed a handful of melon seeds.

Sure enough, as Zhao Tianqing said, they waited for a while before going to the dinner table. Ye Weizhou kept secretly looking at Zhao Ronghe, seeing that she still had a little flushed cheeks, and the top buckle that she forgot to tie.

Until Liang Pingzhang asked: "That's right, Weizhou." What happened to the Saito Kaisha in Japan?"

Ye Weizhou came back to her senses, cleared her throat, picked and picked the matter, skipped her experience of being snubbed at customs, and told Liang Pingzhang everything.

Liang Pingzhang frowned and said, "I've also heard a little about this matter. In fact, the Anti-Smuggling Section is indeed investigating the matter, and the head of the Anti-Smuggling Section is indeed doing his duty. However, the so-called opium has long since disappeared. ”

Although he had already thought of this possibility, Ye Weizhou still felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.

After a pause, Liang Pingzhang continued: "The Anti-Smuggling Division also carried out inspections on other merchant ships of the Saito Kaisha, but nothing was found. Even in the market, there is no opium or any useful clues. ”

Zhao Tianqing was a little anxious: "But I really saw opium at that time!"

"We naturally believe you," Liang Pingzhang said, "I just think it's too difficult." Saito's sphere of influence in Shanghai seems to be a bit too wide. ”

It is not easy to make so much opium disappear in a short period of time and never be found again. I am afraid that the interests of the Shanghai elites are also intertwined with them and collude with each other. As a result, things are more complicated and more difficult to do.

Ye Weizhou ate with his head bored, and his heart was very depressed.

Suddenly, she heard Liang Pingzhang say again: "...... However, Weizhou, I am going to write an article about this matter and publish it in the newspaper. ”

Ye Weizhou was stunned for a moment and looked up.

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