Wen San'er didn't expect that the last time he was beaten in the tavern, he actually played so many benefits, from that day on, the number of times the shopkeeper Chen used the car was significantly reduced, except for going to the "Treasure Pavilion" every day, the rest of the time Wen San'er liked to go where he went, and never asked much. Even Lao Hou, who has always been against Wen San'er, has changed his attitude towards him since that day, Lao Hou saw Wen San'er's face full of smiles, and repeatedly said to Wen San'er, what is the use of your own place Although words, don't be polite, who is with whom do we brothers?

Even Widow Zhang, who was cooking, showed a smile to Wen San'er, once eating meat buns, Wen San'er didn't come back when she went out, and Widow Zhang specially left a few for Wen San'er. Once Wen San'er saw that there was no one left and right, so he had the courage to pinch Widow Zhang's hand, Widow Zhang blushed and didn't say anything, Wen San'er felt very happy, this matter should be put on hold in the past, this little girl would have already made trouble looking for death and life.

This morning, Wen San'er had just pulled Shopkeeper Chen to the "Treasure Pavilion", and before he could leave, he saw two people get out of a car and follow Shopkeeper Chen into the store. The one who walked in front was dressed in an iron-gray suit with a floral tie, his hair was shiny, and he had gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The one in the back was stout, with a small head, short hair stubble that stood up like steel needles, he was wearing a black Japanese kimono, with clogs on his feet, and his eyes were wide before he could speak, looking very arrogant.

Shopkeeper Chen understood at a glance that it was a Japanese person who wore a kimono, and a translator who wore a suit, and he came to block the door early in the morning, and it seemed that it was time for the store to open today. Recently, there have been more and more Japanese expatriates in the city, just some businessmen who opened foreign firms, I heard that more than 20 counties east of Tongzhou have established some "autonomous **", which has become the world of the Japanese, and Chairman Chiang's orders are not in charge there, and it is managed by a person named Yin Rugeng, who is surnamed Yin, who is also the one who calls the girl to take the key - he is not in charge of the house, and his immediate boss is still Japanese. It is no wonder that more and more Japanese foreign companies are opening on the streets, and those Japanese goods that are beautifully packaged are beautiful and cheap, and for a while the domestic products are crowded enough to choke right, and a group of students from Yenching University are promoting a boycott of Japanese goods on the street, and they also shout slogans, saying that "the Japanese have arrived at the gate of the North China crisis."

Shopkeeper Chen doesn't care about these, the Japanese love to come or not, that's the best thing, he can't care about it, he is a businessman, and whoever comes he will still do business. Shopkeeper Chen has no ill feelings towards foreigners, whether it is Oriental or Westerner, they are all customers of Shopkeeper Chen, in other words, these foreigners are rich, and they are good, and the real and fake goods all depend on your mouth, you first tell him the story of the wine pond meat forest of the king of Shang, and then take out a bronze vessel, and tell him that this is the guy who used the snack of the king of Shang to save snacks back then, and it has a history of more than 3,000 years. In general, in the antique industry, foreigners are better than Chinese, and without these foreigners, half of the shops in the glass factory would have to close. Of course, there are a few knowledgeable foreigners, and you can't even bluff when you meet this kind of foreigner.

Shopkeeper Chen habitually greeted the guests and greeted him familiarly: "You two are here, what do you want to see?" ”

The interpreter in the suit said, "I'm Zhang Jinquan, the translator of the Japanese Kasawara Trading Company, and I would like to introduce you to Mr. Hideo Sato, the general manager of the Kasawara Trading Company, and I came to your store today to see calligraphy and paintings." ”

"Oh, Mr. Sato likes calligraphy and painting? Then you're looking for the right person, there are really a few good paintings in the shop, but the price is higher......"

Zhang Jinquan interrupted him unceremoniously: "Shopkeeper Chen, you don't have to go around in circles, let's be clear, we are here for the "Orchid Bamboo Picture", and Mr. Sato is not interested in anything else. ”

"Ouch, you both know that?"

"Who doesn't know about the glass factory? Mr. Chen, Mr. Sato is very busy and doesn't want to waste time here, and we hope to see this painting as soon as possible. ”

Shopkeeper Chen didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to the safe behind him to take out the "Orchid Bamboo Picture" and unfolded the scroll in front of the guests......

Sato quietly picked up the magnifying glass, squinted his eyes and examined the picture inch by inch, muttering something in Japanese and the translator.

The shopkeeper Chen casually brushed the dust off the table with a feather duster, he knew in his heart that this Japanese was an expert, and it was best to talk less to the connoisseur, since he came to block the door early in the morning, it showed that this Sato was determined to win the "Orchid Bamboo Map", and with such an impatient buyer, the shopkeeper Chen could put on an indifferent posture. At this time, what needs to be calculated is the price, which he originally set for "Orchid Bamboo Picture" at 1,500 yuan to 2,000 yuan, which is already a record for being able to sell at this price. But since this Sato entered the door, Shopkeeper Chen has changed his mind, three thousand oceans, and he won't sell a single child. As for what he promised Professor Luo, he had already forgotten about it now, and a businessman is a businessman after all.

"Shopkeeper Chen, Mr. Sato said that he wants this painting, please make a bid." The translator said.

Shopkeeper Chen stretched out three fingers and said simply: "One price, three thousand yuan, otherwise there is no need to talk." ”

Sato muttered a few words to the translator, and the translator said unhappily to the shopkeeper Chen: "Mr. Sato thinks that the price you offer is insincere, as far as Mr. Sato knows, among the painters in your country in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the works of famous artists such as Qiu Ying, Xu Wei, Wen Zhenheng and so on are only 2,000 to 3,000 yuan, and Ma Xianglan's paintings cannot be more expensive than the works of famous masters of the same era. ”

The shopkeeper Chen replied unhurriedly: "This is true, Mr. Sato is worthy of being an expert, Chen admires, but Mr. Sato only knows one, I don't know the other, this painting is not Ma Xianglan's personal work, but completed in cooperation with Wang Zhideng, Wang Zhideng's fame must be known by Mr. Sato, this pair of talented and beautiful people love affair in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties was rumored to be a good story, the influence is widespread, the value of this painting is here." In addition, there is another thing that is not for outsiders, I didn't want to sell this painting, because Professor Luo Yunxuan of Yenching University repeatedly pleaded and was willing to pay 3,000 yuan to buy this painting, but Professor Luo couldn't make up so much money for a while, and hoped that I would keep it for him for a month, and Professor Luo had been friends for many years, so ......"

Sato nodded, and suddenly said a pure Chinese dialect: "Shopkeeper Chen, I understand what you mean, I have heard of the Professor Luo Yunxuan you mentioned, he is a learned person, I respect this Professor Luo very much, and I hope to have the opportunity to meet him in the future, but there is a saying in your country that 'friends return to friends, business belongs to business', since Professor Luo can't make up the money for a while, then this painting should be sold to someone who can afford it, Shopkeeper Chen, you and I can make a deal, I will pay 3,000 yuan." ”

"Mr. Sato, I'm really embarrassed about this matter, I can't explain it to Professor Luo......

The translator was a little impatient: "Okay, that's it, Mr. Sato will send someone to send money in a while, and this is considered a deal, but Mr. Sato still has a small request, this painting is a little damaged, and you need to ask a master to repair it, please send the repaired painting to Kasawara Trading Company in Coal Market Street in three days." ”

Shopkeeper Chen tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart and accepted it in one gulp. This painting was purchased for 50 yuan, and it has multiplied dozens of times when it changed hands. It really corresponds to the jargon of the antique shop: "If you don't open for three years, you will eat for three years." ”

Wen San'er was assigned by the shopkeeper Chen to go to Zhumao Hutong to pick up the "pasting king" Yu Qingtong. This Yu Qingtong is also a well-known figure in the glaze factory, he does not open a shop himself, nor is he employed by any shop, if anyone can frame the painting to invite him, it depends on whether he is happy or not, if he is not happy, he will not do how much money he gives. This man has a problem with sleeping lazily, and he only gets up at ten o'clock in the morning every day, when the person who asked him to uncover the calligraphy and painting is already waiting at the door. In fact, framing is Yu Qingtong's sideline, his real ability is to repair ancient paintings, just with this unique job, Yu Qingtong became a master in the glaze factory, his salary is three times higher than that of his peers, just like that, he may not be able to be invited.

When Wen San'er arrived at Yu Qing's house, this master had just gotten up, Wen San'er waited at the gate of the courtyard for a full hour, Yu Qingtong finished washing and dressing up, and sat in Wen San'er's car slowly.

When Wen San'er pulled Yu Qingtong to the "Treasure Pavilion", he ran into Lu Zhongyong, a reporter from the "Beijing Evening News". Lu Zhongyong had a small hair, wore an old blue cloth robe, and carried a leather bag in his armpit, looking like a down-and-out literati. When he saw Wen San'er, he shouted affectionately: "Wen San'er, I'm looking for you, have you eaten?" ”

Wen San'er said, "Master Lu, are you asking about breakfast or lunch?" If you ask that I have eaten breakfast, if I ask that I haven't eaten lunch yet, how can I land Lord Lu, and look at what this means that you want to have a treat? ”

Lu Zhongyong smiled: "You can't afford to invite me?" In this way, I'll be waiting for you at 'Huixianju' at noon, how about you eat fried liver? ”

"Ouch, you're not sick, are you, a big reporter invited me to eat fried liver for no reason? Why don't I feel down-to-earth, Master Lu, you still have something to say, don't scare me. ”

"Wen San'er, you kid is really a snail's ass - there are many twists and turns. I kindly invited you to dinner, but you think I'm calculating you, what do you kid have to calculate? It's just such a foreign car, and it's not your own. ”

"That's right, what am I afraid of? It's not a girl, if you don't pay attention to let people be abducted and sold into the kiln, if you Lu Da reporter really have that ability, you will sell me to the Xianggong court, I think selling my ass is better than pulling a car. ”

"Then let's decide, I'll see you at noon 'Hui Xianju'."

Lu Zhongyong, the entertainment reporter of the "Beijing Evening News", is a miscellaneous person, he knows everything, and he is not good at anything. The "Beijing Evening News" is a small tabloid with a small circulation, and its purpose is not to talk about politics, but to focus on social news, and only reports on celebrity scandals, anecdotes in the pear orchard, male thieves and prostitutes, and nameless corpses. The entertainment edition of the "Beijing Evening News" also writes some common sense and comments on flowers, birds, insects, fish, pigeon breeding, and falconry according to the hobbies of Beiping citizens. Lu Zhongyong is an entertainment reporter, he wanders the streets and alleys all day long, making friends with three religions and nine streams, and seems to know everyone, and he is not very familiar with anyone. He is a very dedicated journalist, and his pen is sometimes thunderous, and his words are not shocking and endless. In the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, the "Middle East Road Incident", Zhang Xueliang's Northeast Army and the Soviet Army lost the battle in the Sino-Soviet border area, Lu Zhongyong sat in the teahouse in Beiping and wrote a military review, in which he wrote: The reason why the Northeast Army lost was because the air force was inferior to the Russians, my country had fewer planes, and there was not so much silver to buy from foreign countries, what should I do? The contemptible people offered a good idea to the young marshal, ** should urgently collect a large number of trained eagles from the people, with each eagle talon carrying two hands **, a thousand eagles can carry two thousand hands**, the eagle flock drops bombs over the enemy position, and its effect is no less than that of the bomber group. According to the contemptible research, the tradition of training animals to participate in war has a long history in China, and can be traced back to the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou, in which tigers, leopards and elephants both participated......

Lu Zhongyong is worthy of being an entertainment reporter, playing flowers, birds, insects and fish, raising pigeons and falcons, and not leaving his profession in three sentences, and seeing the militaristic righteousness in the subtleties.

Chinese journalists like to write articles on both sides of the penalty, this vice has existed since the end of the 19th century when newspapers in the modern sense appeared in China, if a reporter writes an article to praise someone, that person has to tell the reporter what he means, give more to you and you to see what to do, otherwise the next article touting will become slander. Of course, Mr. Lu Zhongyong is also vulgar, who has an enmity with money? The entertainment edition of the "Beijing Evening News" often appears in Lu Zhongyong's contradictory articles, for example, he wrote that a certain son has a brave and unusual cricket, often fights with the rooster, and often wins undefeated, so that the rooster sees the cricket and runs away, this is the best cricket, Yunyun...... In less than a week, Lu Zhongyong's tone changed again, saying that after a visit by this reporter, a certain son's cricket turned out to be a "oil gourd" pretending to be an "oil gourd", and now this "oil gourd" pretending to be a cricket has been buried in the belly of the chicken...... This kind of contradictory report, everyone in the industry understands, and they only complain that the son did not send Lu Zhongyong a manuscript fee.

Located in the mouth of the fresh fish outside the front door, "Huixianju" is a small restaurant with a small face, so shabby that it can't be on the table at all, but it is famous for selling fried liver in the capital, just like bean juice, belly, fried gnocchi and other popular foods, the people of Beijing are good at this bite. Stir-fried liver has neither liver nor need to be fried, but is boiled with the large intestine of the pig cut into sections, and then thickened with mushroom soup to make the so-called fried liver, which is a typical poor man's food, but some gourmets and literati have included it in the list of famous snacks in the capital.

In the old days, there was a saying that "Zhu Bajie eats fried liver - self-mutilating flesh and bones".

Lu Zhongyong sat in the "Huixianju" restaurant and waited for Wen San'er, he first asked for a bowl of fried liver to eat. He felt that it was enough to invite a stinky cart to eat and fry the liver, and the key was to be cheap. It's not easy to be a tabloid reporter these days, you have to find the news yourself, there is no news without manuscript fee, what do you eat without manuscript fee? The question is, where does so much news come from? For example, after a northwesterly wind blew overnight last night, someone woke up in the morning to find a few "road falls" lying on the overpass[1]

, is that called news? Who cares if a few beggars live or die? Unless the deceased was a famous courtesan, there is nothing to do. Lu Zhongyong felt that this world was really chaotic enough, and he wished that movie stars and Peking Opera celebrities were kidnapped every day, and the kidnappers had better know him, so that he could not only be a mediator, but also write first-hand reports, and get money on both sides. Lu Zhongyong thinks that he is a person who has never met talents, and what he lacks is just opportunities.

At half past twelve o'clock at noon, Wen San'er walked into the restaurant sweaty, he was bare-backed, his gown was on his shoulders, and when he entered the door, he first wiped the sweat on his face with his gown, and then sat down and ordered: "Reporter Lu, bring me two bowls of fried liver, four fires." Wen San'er is not stupid, he knows that Lu Zhongyong will not invite him to a stinky cart for no reason, if it weren't for him, this grandson would pretend not to know Wen San'er even if he met him on the street.

Wen San'er took less than five minutes, two bowls of fried liver and four fires into his stomach, and Lu Zhongyong looked at him silently while smoking a cigarette. Wen San'er loosened the belt of his trousers and said, "Master Lu, after eating, do you have anything else?" If it's okay, I'll go first. ”

Lu Zhongyong said with a smile: "Wen San'er, you can do it, you want to leave after eating and drinking enough to wipe your mouth?" Am you funny with me? ”

Wen San'er replied with a hippie smile: "I said that there is no food in vain in this world, Master Lu, you say, what is the matter?" ”

Lu Zhongyong no longer went around in circles, and asked bluntly: "I want to know who your shopkeeper Chen sold "Orchid Bamboo Picture" to, and how much did it cost?" ”

"Ouch, Master Lu, aren't you embarrassed for me? In my life, I have never drawn pictures on the kang, how can I know anything else? I said Master Lu, you know that I don't recognize the big iron spoon when I'm full, where can I manage so much, don't forget, I'm just a monthly laden in the Chen Mansion, and I'm not the eldest young master of the Chen family. ”

"Wen San'er, you don't come to this set, you look at this, look carefully." Lu Zhongyong unhurriedly put a piece of silver yuan on the table.

"Master Lu, you look down on me too much, although I Wen San'er is poor, I still understand the rules on the face, and besides, Shopkeeper Chen usually treats me well, I can't help but be righteous."

Lu Zhongyong didn't listen to it, he only regarded Wen San'er's words as a fart, and he put another silver yuan without saying a word.

"Master Lu, it's not that I refute your face, I really can't say anything about this......"

Lu Zhongyong stood up: "Wen San'er, you kid is not a business material at all, you can't earn money there, I'll teach you a trick, you listen carefully, everything in the world has big and small, there is a price, no matter how good a cricket is, it can't sell the price of an eagle, ten 'old Xizi' [2]

It's not as good as a 'lark'. I'm going to ask you that it's only worth two dollars, and if you don't want to earn two dollars, just say it, I'll turn around and leave, don't talk so much nonsense. Lu Zhongyong said and put away the money on the table.

Wen San'er pressed Lu Zhongyong's hand: "Don't pay the price, Master Lu, two yuan is two yuan, the land master eats grasshoppers - the size is a meat ......"

As soon as Lu Zhongyong's hand was loosened, the money was in Wen San'er's hand, he sat down again, and scolded in his mouth: "Wen San'er, you won't fucking come with me in the future, what are the 'rules on the face', 'can't help but be righteous', what a fucking mouse gnaws on the teapot - his mouth is full of porcelain (words)." ”

"Paste King" Yu Qingtong spent three days to repair the "Orchid Bamboo Map", of course, he did not cheap Chen Shopkeeper, the salary for these three days is 100 yuan. The shopkeeper Chen is very satisfied, Yu Qingtong is worthy of being the "king of paste", it is more expensive, but the craftsmanship is really not picky, as soon as the painting is unfolded, you can't see the slightest trace of repair with a magnifying glass. The shopkeeper contacted Sato of the Kasawara Trading Company by phone and said that he would personally deliver the painting the next morning.

That night, the shopkeeper Chen played a few rounds of mahjong with a few friends, I don't know what happened, he was surprisingly good that night, how to play how to win, and in the end the shopkeeper Chen won was embarrassed, I really had the heart to lose a few handfuls, no, I couldn't lose if I wanted to. He wants to stop playing, and he can't do it, friends say Brother Chen, why don't you understand the rules, the owner who wins money on the mahjong table is not qualified to withdraw first, who makes you always win, you have to give others a chance to make money, right? Shopkeeper Chen had no choice but to accompany his friends to fight round and round until three o'clock in the morning.

The next morning, the shopkeeper Chen felt top-heavy and weak, presumably because he suffered from the wind and cold last night, and he should have personally sent the "Orchid Bamboo Map" to the Kasahara Trading Company on Coal Market Street, but it couldn't be done, so he had to let Lao Hou take Wen San'er's car to send it for him. When Lao Hou was leaving, the shopkeeper Chen told him that Lao Hou must look at Sato to personally inspect the painting, confirm that it is genuine, and get Sato's receipt before leaving. There can be no ambiguity about this, the Japanese are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Lao Hou was originally a master with chicken feathers as an arrow, not to mention that today he is not holding chicken feathers, but ancient paintings that are more important than the arrow, this is amazing, he sat in Wen San'er's car how not steady, for a while I wanted to hide the Nanmu box containing the painting shaft under the buttocks, just sat on it and was afraid of crushing the box, so I took it out and put it in my arms, and after thinking about it, I was afraid that it would be too ostentatious to attract the attention of the villains, and I didn't settle down on the way.

Wen San'er squeezed to Lao Hou while pulling the car: "! Isn't it just Zhang Po'er? Isn't it a, hugging so tightly? ”

"Hey, broken painting, your 'Tonghe' car dealership has a total of more than 30 cars, right? Let's put it this way, this painting is more than enough for you to buy a car dealership. ”

Wen San'er sighed: "You said that these rich people are really fucking evil, what are you doing with more money, you have to spend thousands of oceans to buy a broken painting, I saw this painting in Chen's shopkeeper's house that day, it is a few bamboos and a few grasses, the paper is so old that it is almost broken, it is too bad to wipe your ass with it, such a thing can be worth thousands of yuan, isn't the buyer fucking sick?" ”

Lao Hou hugged the Nanmu box and said, "Lao Wen, seriously, if you have money...... Let's put it this way, thousands of oceans, a bunch of white flowers, all yours, you can spend as much as you want, what do you do? ”

Wen San'er's pace slowed down suddenly, it seemed that he was also very interested in this topic and was thinking seriously: "Then I won't pull the cart immediately......"

"That's it, we're the master, can we still pull the car? We're the owners of the car, but we have to do something. Lao Hou is also thinking about this issue carefully.

"With money, I have to make a good stomach to go into the water, I can't be vague about eating, I first go to the 'Xiangrui' in the door frame alley to eat 'Fuli Fire', eat according to death, and then change the land when you are tired of eating, what will you eat? That's right, the 'donkey rolling' of 'Yuan Yi Zhai'[3]

You have to try the 'white soup chops' in Wagyu Street......" Wen San'er desperately recalled the food he had seen.

"I said Lao Wen, we can't always eat, why are we going when we are full of food and drink? If you want me to say, we will not fall into anything, walk the birds to the teahouse at noon to listen to the commentary, eat in the 'Eight Buildings' at noon, take turns to eat at noon, take a nap in the bathhouse when you are full, go to the overpass to listen to the drums in the afternoon, go to the 'Guanghe' to watch Beijing Opera in the evening, and then have a supper after listening to the play, and you will work together in one day. Let's make some fuss, put pigeons in spring, boil eagles in summer, fight insects in autumn, and get a gourd to raise grasshoppers in winter, you see, ten winter wax moon, the northwest wind is blowing outside, and the grasshoppers in our arms are 'De'er', 'De'er', what kind of strength is that? I can live this life for a few years, and I am not unjust when I die. Lao Hou said with great energy.

"I'm bored, I'm full, and I'm okay to serve the grasshoppers? With the money, we have to serve ourselves first. People are this bit of virtue, when they are full of food and drink, they will compete all over their bodies, we have to go to the eight alleys to vent the fire, first from Hanjiatan, stone alleys, Baishun alleys, Zhumao alleys...... Go around in a circle, and then drill out of the alley in Shaanxi, the kiln is counted as one, we don't fall one, happy that we will sleep with her eight ** overnight, roll and sleep, let those little ** also see, we have money, we are the grandfather......" Wen San'er said with relief.

The two of them talked and arrived at the coal market, the house of the Kasahara Trading Company was bought from a certain high-ranking official in Beiyang**, this is a large mansion with three courtyards, vermilion gates, high steps, and a stone lion on each side of the gate, and the pomp is not small.

Sato is the old Hou and Wen San'er who met in the backyard study. This Japanese man seems to be very Chinese, and his study layout is purely Chinese. A rosewood case with old thread-bound books. The mahogany inlaid marble table of eight immortals, the rosewood Ming-style couch. The most striking thing is a mahogany bookcase containing the 24th History, next to which are several rosewood treasure maples, on which are placed some bronzes and porcelain, and there is also a landscape painting of Dong Qichang hanging on the wall. The only thing that is not in harmony with the study furnishings is the knife holder placed on the bar, on which is a Japanese *** with a jet-black scabbard. Sato was wearing a black kimono with half of his chest exposed, and Hesse's chest hair was vividly visible. He ignored Lao Hou and Wen San'er's bows and greetings, just opened the scroll and checked the picture inch by inch with a magnifying glass, and looked at it for more than forty minutes, and finally muttered: "Yo Xi ......" He opened a safe in the corner, put the painting in and locked it, and then wrote a receipt with a brush and handed it to Lao Hou, waving his hand to indicate that they could go, and there was not a word in the whole process.

Kasawara Trading House is a three-way house, and there is a moon gate from the backyard to the middle yard and the front yard. Wen San'er walked in a hurry with his head down, and when he crossed the moon gate, he bumped into a person, and the tea tray and tea set in the person's hand fell to the ground with a thud. Wen San'er looked up and was stunned, it turned out to be a beautiful Japanese woman. Wen San'er has never seen such a beautiful woman when he is so old, he immediately couldn't move, this woman is wearing a kimono with red flowers on a white ground, snow-white skin, curved eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes like autumn water, and a red mouth is really amorous. The woman didn't say anything, just squatted down to clean up the broken tea set, so panicked that Wen San'er also squatted down to pick up the porcelain pieces, and apologized busily: "Ouch, I'm sorry for you, you rest, I'll ......"

Sato happened to come out of the backyard at this time, and when he saw Wen San'er's eyes straight, staring at the woman deadly, and muttering something in his mouth, he was angry. As soon as he picked up Wen San'er, he had a big mouth, and Sato couldn't tolerate a Chinese inferior person staring at a Japanese woman with such eyes.

Wen San'er didn't wake up after being hit by a mouth, he didn't understand why Sato beat him, he wanted to explain to Sato that he hadn't done anything wrong except breaking a tea set, but Sato didn't allow him to explain, and another mouth fanned over: "Eight checks and teeth, get out of ......"

Lao Hou took a step forward and bowed to Sato: "Mr. Sato, I'm really sorry, he is a cart puller, he doesn't understand the rules, don't take it to heart." Wen San'er was pulled out of the yard by Lao Hou in a daze.

On the way back, Wen San'er didn't say anything, and Lao Hou thought that he was still sulking about being beaten, so he persuaded: "If you want to open some old literature, now the Japanese are so powerful that even Chairman Jiang can't afford to provoke them, let alone us grass people." ”

Wen San'er didn't think of this, and when he was about to get home, he popped out a sentence: "This little girl, tsk, tsk...... What a fuck...... If you can sleep for a night, it's worth it to pull it out and kill it the next day......"

That night, Wen San'er drank a few sips of stuffy wine and fell asleep, he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, only felt that there was a red-hot briquette in his lower abdomen, which was hot and falling, and a fire spread from his lower abdomen, wandering around his body. Wen San'er pondered for a while, and suddenly understood that this was all for the little Japanese girl. It doesn't matter if you think about it, at this time, Wen San'er suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, and it was the first time he felt that this world was very unfair when he grew so big. Of course, Wen San'er does not ask for absolute equality, rich people eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, wear silk and satin, and he Wen San'er gnaws on the nest and wears the number of barriers, this is nothing, Wen San'er admits this inequality. But the stuff in the crotch can't be too unequal, that thing grows there not only for peeing, it should have a more important purpose. It is natural for a man to sleep with a woman, this is all given by God, whether poor or rich, a man should have this right, why should a rich man sleep with three wives and four concubines in turn, and he should carry it? It's also so fucking unequal.

For Wen San'er, these ideas really haven't appeared before, and this should be a theoretical breakthrough. In some cases, once the mind awakens, the spark of revolution begins to flash here and there. Of course, Wen San'er didn't know that as early as more than 2,000 years ago, someone shouted the slogan "Princes and generals, rather have a kind of hu", he just had the strength of wine to think about such a profound question.

Wen San'er decided to act immediately, and he needed to choose a target. Once he thought about it, he found that he had very few goals to choose from. Of course, it is a good way to go to the kiln, but he didn't even dare to think about it in the Bada Hutong, the kiln sister there can scare Wen San'er into impotence as soon as the value is reported, he often wonders if the bodies of those girls are made of gold, why is it so expensive to touch?

Wen San'er can only consider a place that is cheaper and suitable for people like herself. There are some "secret doors" in the area of Tianqiao Shouchang Street, all of which are middle-aged secret prostitutes with old pearls, and the price is fair, and they can be negotiated for two or three cents. There is an old Zhang Tou in the car dealership, who is sixty years younger, although he has never married a daughter-in-law in his life, but he is not idle, and the little money he earns by pulling a car is thrown on Shouchang Street. He warned Wen San'er that he must not go during the day, those girls can only do it but not look at it, and at first glance, they must be fucking impotence, they either look like Sun Monkey or look like Bajie, and a glance is enough to make the prostitutes change their ways from now on. Wen San'er has been there a few times, every time he goes at night, the black light is blind and he can't see clearly, he touches the black kang, pays the money first and then does things, in the darkness he can spread the wings of imagination, and imagine the woman in his arms as a stunning beauty, and he feels that he is still passable. But I can't go today, the reason is very simple, the money in Wen San'er's pocket has been replaced with wine and drunk, the girls on Shouchang Street are not easy to fool, they are all, she can throw you out if she has no money, it is difficult to say whether Wen San'er is an opponent or not.

Wen San'er was thinking about being disheartened, but suddenly remembered a woman, how could she forget her? Widow Zhang cooking. It stands to reason that this girl is in her thirties, just the age of a wolf and a tiger, and there is no man around, is she made of wood? Even if she is made of wood, isn't that wood just dry firewood? Wen San'er thinks that he is a fire, yes, he can imagine what will happen when dry wood meets fire. Wen San'er felt that Widow Zhang seemed to have a little bit of meaning to herself, and Widow Zhang specially left a few for him last time she ate steamed buns, if this girl didn't have any ideas, how could she think about herself? From Wen San'er's point of view, although Widow Zhang looks a little average, if there is no better one at the moment, she has to settle for the time being.

At this time, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, Wen San'er's alcohol strength had not passed, and he was so bold that he didn't even pay attention to avoid others when he knocked on the door of the widow's room, and he just banged the door loudly, so frightened that Widow Zhang didn't even dare to ask, and quickly opened the door. In Widow Zhang's memory, this kind of arrogance seems to be only possessed by the poor people in the yamen, and ordinary people generally don't have the courage. Wen San'er closed the door very neatly when he entered the door, staring at Widow Zhang with wine in his mouth, he didn't know what other men should say when they wanted to get a woman into bed, anyway, Wen San'er couldn't think of anything at this time. According to his thoughts, this girl has never touched a man, do you still need him to say anything, pretend to be stupid? She should understand what Wen San'er wants to do.

Widow Zhang is from the past, of course she understands the purpose of Wen San'er's coming, the problem is that she and Wen San'er's thoughts are just twisted. She thinks that her status in the Chen family belongs to the bottom, but it is by no means the bottom, because Wen San'er is still at the bottom for her. In any case, the status of a cook is always higher than that of a stinky cart, and she has never regarded Wen San'er as a man. After Widow Zhang was widowed, it was very difficult to pull two children by herself, not that she had never moved the idea of remarrying, but she felt that even if all the men in the world died, it would not be the turn of San'er to move this idea. At this time, Widow Zhang's feelings were very complicated, in addition to feeling that Wen San'er's idea was ridiculous, it was more of an anger: how could he dare to move such thoughts? It's unforgivable to even think about it.

I thought so, but Widow Zhang spoke very politely: "It's Wen San'er, are you in trouble?" ”

Wen San'er smacked his face and said, "I can't come to see you if it's okay?" ”

"Yo, this can't be done, there are so many people in the Chen family, you can see anyone, but you can't come to my house. I'm a widow, it's okay and someone is behind you to orchestrate you, you are a big man knocking on my door in the middle of the night, I'm afraid that others will poke my backbone, you leave quickly. ”

Widow Zhang's confession sounded to Wen San'er, purely a half-push to elevate her identity. Girls are like this, even if they are willing to say something in their hearts. Don't do it, he knows. Wen San'er is not ready to talk nonsense with her, they are all subordinates, no one is a prince or nobleman, Wang Ba is a pair of mung beans, and he goes to bed to do things when he sees it, where do you say so much? Wen San'er thought of this, and without saying a word, he suddenly picked up Widow Zhang and threw her on the bed, and a hungry tiger jumped up and rode on Widow Zhang, and his two hands roamed around on Widow Zhang......

Widow Zhang has never seen such an unreasonable master, this Wen San'er is like a mad dog, he doesn't even bark, he bites when he comes up, this is too unexpected, it seems that he is a wine borrower, usually Wen San'er is not so violent. Of course, Widow Zhang is not easy to bully, she stuck Wen San'er's neck, and with her two arms up, Wen San'er was propped up in the air, he hugged a few handfuls but didn't have enough of anything, because his arms were shorter than Widow Zhang's. Wen San'er was furious, thinking that this girl didn't know how to lift, with her appearance and identity, Master Wen was playing with her to give her face, why was she so ignorant? Wen San'er freed up his hands to break the widow's hand with all his strength, pressed his body down again, and the two of them rolled together on the bed, although the movements were fierce but silent, they were afraid of alarming others. When they heard movement in the yard, the two even stopped fighting and remained still, and then fought desperately...... Widow Zhang was a woman after all, and she soon ran out of strength. Wen San'er gradually gained the upper hand, Widow Zhang's blue cloth coat had been torn open, and seeing that she was about to succeed, Wen San'er suddenly felt a sharp pain in the crotch of her pants, and her body softened. It turned out that Widow Zhang grabbed the thing and pinched it a few times. This move was very vicious, and the situation of the two sides changed greatly in an instant, Wen San'er was completely restrained, and he didn't even dare to move. Widow Zhang panted and gritted her teeth and scolded: "You shameless thing, I'll take a look at it if you jump again......"

"Ouch...... Ouch...... You ...... lightly" Wen San'er's head began to sweat, and the strength of the wine was gone.

Widow Zhang squeezed hard again without pity.

Wen San'er couldn't help but scream: "Ouch...... Auntie, I'm served, ouch, I'm not a human, I'm a brute...... You spare me this time, don't dare next time......"

Widow Zhang didn't want to spare Wen San'er immediately, her hands grabbed Wen San'er's two testicles when they were loose and tight, which made Wen San'er dare not come out. Wen San'er was a little desperate, he felt that this vicious girl was playing with her two testicles unhurriedly, just like the old man in the capital playing with iron balls, those two iron balls were dripping and spinning in the palm of the old man's hand, and at this time his two testicles were about the same situation, really fucking vicious.

Wen San'er's series of begs for mercy finally made Widow Zhang feel compassion, and she let go of her hand after counting Wen San'er's past performance and offering some warnings. Wen San'er, who was hit hard physically and mentally, covered his crotch, hunched his waist, and staggered back to his house.

Wen San'er slept very unsteadily this night, in addition to the faint pain in his lower body, he seemed to hear the rolling thunder from the west, and he thought in a daze, it was going to rain......

[1]

"Road down" refers to people who die on the side of the road due to cold, starvation, etc.

[2]

"Lao Xizi" is the common name of a bird that is not very valuable by the bird keepers in Beijing.

[3]

"Donkey rolling" is a traditional snack in Beijing, rice cake rolls with bean paste filling, dipped in bean noodles, commonly known as "donkey rolling".