Chapter 282: On the Street
"Vigraf, we haven't seen each other in days, have we?" At the bar on the first floor of the big samovar, Roland picked up the ale and touched the glass with the dragon vein young man sitting opposite, "You look a little haggard?" β
Vigraf's eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he was lacking sleep. He took a sip of wine www.biquge.info and sighed, "Yes, I've been busy these days, and I've always wanted to visit you, so I've only found some time today." β
"Are you busy with security issues at the tournament?"
Viglaf nodded, lowered his voice and said: "In order to ensure the smooth holding of the tournament, the lord proposed to strengthen the security of the city, considering that the main task of the city guard is to fight abroad, too much participation in public security management may cause the people to resent, the original patrol team is mainly composed of retired veterans, who are older, lack of energy, and the personnel are also uneven, and it is difficult to undertake security work, so it is recommended to form a new police department, and the members are all elite soldiers and strong generals drawn from the city guards, In order not to alarm the suspects during the mission, they wear civilian clothes. β
Roland listened and listened, and suddenly had a sense of time and space confusion, "So what is the code name of this secret police department?" Cheka? KGB? Or Stasi? β
Vigraf apparently did not understand what he was saying, and replied in a low voice: "There is no fancy code name, just the 'Ministry of Internal Affairs'." β
Burst! Roland turned his head and squirted out a sip of beer, coughing repeatedly.
"Mr. Roland, is there anything wrong?" Vigraf looked at him in amazement.
"No, no, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is good, very good," Roland asked him with a smile, "You were transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, what position?" β
"The First Deputy Minister and Commander of the Internal Guard, the Minister is concurrently held by the Lord, and I only need to be responsible to him."
"Remarkable! The head of the secret police, promising! Roland gave him a thumbs up.
Vigrav smiled shyly, "Don't say that, compared to your great wisdom, my ability is just a small fight, I heard that you helped the lord solve the five million bonds, it's incredible, I don't even have an idea of how much fifty thousand is, five million...... That's a lot of money? Unthinkable! β
Roland patted him on the shoulder and said, "My brother, what is money?" Believe me, you will never be short of money to spend in the future, but don't be fooled by those yellow and clear little devils, especially in the industry you are engaged in now, it is not easy to keep some conscience and bottom line, I hope you will never try to exchange them for gold. β
Vigraf was in awe and nodded vigorously: "I swear to God, I will never do anything to disappoint you, or I will not die a good death!" β
"Okay, look at you, you're stupid enough to swear to me," Roland couldn't help but laugh and clinked his glass with him, "By the way, how is the arrears of construction workers' salaries handled, this matter can't be delayed any longer." β
"I've urged the city hall several times, and when the accounts are sorted out over there, the workers will be notified to receive their salaries immediately, anyway, they won't be given a copper plate less, and they have been waiting for so long, and it won't be bad for a day or two."
Roland frowned, shook his head and said, "You still have to urge this matter, those bureaucrats in the city hall may not be reliable." β
"Well, I'll go to get the accounts in person in the afternoon, and they won't want to go home if they don't give me an explanation today." Vigraf was promoted to the commander of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and his words and deeds naturally brought a murderous aura, "By the way, there is also that Shabalin, who has been very restless lately, and often runs out to tandem with workers in the middle of the night, and I am worried that he will make trouble, so I sent two people to keep an eye on him." β
Roland smiled, "You sent two spies to keep an eye on the union leader?" It sounds reasonable, but considering that our lovely Mr. Shabalin is a high-ranking mage, it makes no sense to do so, and in my opinion, it's a waste of police resources. β
Vigraf pursed his lips and thought to himself, "What is so cute about that four-eyed fox in Shabalin?" β
"You guessed it, the spies of the Ministry of Internal Affairs can't keep an eye on Shabalin Plekhanov, who is preparing to make big news."
Suddenly a familiar laughter came from behind him, Roland's heart was slightly startled, and when he looked back, there was a man standing behind him, not tall, holding a cane in his hand, wearing a brown woolen coat with ironed trousers, a spotless white shirt with a dark blue bow tie, leather shoes polished, and a small bowler hat, the brim of the hat was pressed down to cover his face, revealing only smiling lips and a playful mustache.
"This thing...... Who is it? Dressed like Chaplin in his youth. Roland muttered in his heart.
Seeing that he was dazed, the man laughed, raised his cane against the brim of his hat and poked it upward, revealing a white, tender and handsome face and a pair of smiling eyes.
Roland looked at it carefully and immediately recognized it, "Tamara? How do you dress up like this. β
Not only did she wear men's clothes, but she also used disguise magic to adjust her figure and appearance, especially **** and Adam's apple, and the mustache is also a creation of magic, and her facial contours are slightly masculine, but the details have not changed much.
"Hehe, it's rare that you still recognize me," Princess Naraku, who was disguised as a man, sat down beside him, "There are a lot of spies on the streets these days, and I don't want to be seen to meet you." β
Vigraf couldn't help but complain: "Miss Tamara, in fact, your current outfit looks a lot like a spy of our Ministry of Internal Affairs. β
Tamara didn't care, and asked Roland with a smile: "How is it, isn't it handsome?" β
Roland rolled his eyes, "There are ten handsomes on this street, I have five shares, Vigraf has four shares, and the rest of the men share two shares, not yours." β
Tamara frowned: "How much is five plus four plus two?" Is there anyone who counts like you? β
Roland smiled, "The extra part is not offset by you." β
Tamara was directly annoyed by him, and waved her cane and twitched him on the ass, "You just lowered the style of the whole street!" What a nuisance! β
Vigraf wanted to laugh but didn't dare to make a sound, so he stood up forcibly, "You guys talk slowly, I still have some things, go first." β
"Captain Vigraf, don't be too busy to go, what I'm about to say has something to do with you."
"Oh, Miss Tamara mean?"
Tamara took out her pocket watch and glanced at it, and said indifferently: "In another hour, the construction workers of the whole city will march in the streets, and the convener is none other than your old rival Shabalin Plekhanov." β
Vigrav was taken aback: "Where's that bastard?" I must arrest him right now! β
Roland patted him on the shoulder, "Calm down, my friend, Shabahin's decision to launch a demonstration today is by no means a whim, it must be fully prepared, and your arrest of him will not stop the next march, but will intensify the conflict." β
"So what to do, you can't sit back and watch them mess around!" Vigrav was in a hurry.
"Hehe, if I were you, the first thing to consider would not be what would happen to Shabahin, but what the workers under his leadership would want," Tamara said lightly, "that's five or six thousand people, and ten times as many spectators, and countless sympathetic citizens, and if you try to use violence to suppress them, it will inevitably exacerbate the contradictions and cause unrest, and the consequences will only get worse." β
Vigraf broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, and he barely calmed down and thought: "Shabah must have used the arrears of wages as an excuse to launch a march of construction workers, and the best way to calm this commotion is the arrears of wages." β
"Good, you've finally learned to use your brain." Tamara laughed and clapped.
"But the city hall hasn't counted the accounts yet......"
Roland interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Leave those incompetent bureaucrats alone, go to Beowulf and Natasha at once, ask them to prepare enough cash, load them into a wagon, and pull them directly to the place where the workers are meetingβ"
"The square in front of the Great Church of Cord!" Tamara added.
Roland nodded, got up and said to Tamara, "I'm going to talk to Shabalin, are you interested in accompanying me on a trip?" β
"Okay, I like to watch the fun." Tamara smiled and reached out, intending to take his arm.
Roland slapped her hand away, his face full of disgust: "Be respectful!" β
Tamara was stunned at first, and then sad and angry: "What do you mean! You took the initiative to hold my hand last time......"
Roland gave her a blank look, "Can that be the same?" Last time you were a great beauty, what kind of virtue is it now? looks like a, I hold hands with you, doesn't it make people suspect that there are special fetishes. β
Tamara laughed, her fingertips itching, and she wanted to scratch his face twice to relieve her anger. (To be continued.) )