A hand was placed on Zhou Sheng's shoulder.

"What do you think?"

Zhou Sheng came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look at the visitor: "...... It's nothing. ”

"This time the Three Wolves case is in an uproar, and it only took three days for you to catch the suspect and rescue the hostages, and show your face in front of the ghosts, which is worth rejoicing."

When the person came to speak, the words were clear and distinct, with a little Hokkien accent, he looked like he was in his fifties, with short hair and obvious crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, it was the man who was in the office just now, Chen Qichang.

He pulled a chair and sat opposite Zhou Sheng, seeing that Zhou Sheng was a little silent, he said with a smile:

"I've put the fee for plainclothes this month in a drawer under your desk."

"I saw it, thank you, Uncle."

Zhou Sheng gestured to the other party with the cowhide envelope in his hand.

He took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket and opened the bottom drawer of his desk, where more than a dozen envelopes containing fees were piled up in a mess.

He casually threw the envelope in his hand into the drawer and locked it, and looked up to divert the subject:

"Uncle, the ghost guy is out of breath?"

When Chen Qichang heard Zhou Sheng's words, his face was a little ugly:

"I'm pretending to be a gentleman now. He also asked me to find a few more newspaper reporters to go to his office before I finished work, and he would announce the facts of the case. ”

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette and whispered in anger:

"Fuck it! You didn't see the way he was angry, like a gorilla in white skin. These ghosts usually have green eyes when they collect money, and whenever something happens, they fucking change as if they are a person, and their true form is revealed. ”

Chen Qichang's words made Zhou Sheng couldn't help laughing.

seemed to know that he was out of shape, glanced around, saw that no one was paying attention, and whispered:

"Uncle, being honest and standing up is their consistent style.

The ghost guy has always had a good face, but this time the incident was in an uproar, and there were newspaper reporters who added fuel and vinegar, and wantonly accused us of being unfavorable in our errand work, so it is strange that he can have a good face...... Besides, it's not the first time he's done this, so there's no need to be angry. ”

Chen Qichang spit out a puff of smoke, waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about him, I'm unappetizing." Tell me about you. ”

"What can I do?" Zhou Sheng was stunned for a moment.

Chen Qichang glanced at him: "You won't be ready to do plainclothes like this for the rest of your life, right?" ”

"I think it's good." Zhou Sheng subconsciously took over the conversation.

“…… Syllable! Unpromising! ”

Chen Qichang slapped Zhou Sheng on the back of the head.

"Follow me!" As he spoke, he got up.

Count as you go.

"Bastard, no show at all. If it weren't for the kindness I received from your father before, and this kid has a better appetite for me, I wouldn't have bothered to worry about it. ”

Zhou Sheng followed him with a smile, and he was not angry.

The two came to Chen Qichang's office one after the other.

Chen Qichang sat on a chair and took out two pieces of Hong Kong paper from his pocket and put them on the table.

"Which of these two Hong Kong dollars do you choose?"

"This one is just right, the denomination is big, I'm afraid I won't be able to spend it." Zhou Sheng pretended to be confused and reached for the ten-yuan Hong Kong paper.

Chen Qichang glared at him angrily: "I'm afraid that you can't even do plainclothes if you don't have ambition." No matter how beautiful the design of the 10 Hong Kong dollar is, there is no 100 Hong Kong dollar to attract people. ”

As he spoke, he touched his slightly frosty sideburns with his hand and sighed.

"This white hair seems to have popped up overnight, and I am already old, and I will not sit in this position for a few years. When I retire, will you still be able to be such a stable errand according to your temperament?

There is a fart to be able to solve the case, like a salted fish on weekdays, let you collect the fee and you will hand it over to Adong, there is no money to honor the above, you can still wear this skin. ”

Zhou Sheng stepped forward: "...... You're still old and strong, and it's still early to retire, but yesterday I heard Brother Dong say that you are ...... in Bathing City."

"Alright, nonsense." Chen Qichang was too lazy to continue to talk to Zhou Sheng, who was pretending to be confused, and directly picked out:

"I'll make it clear, you did a good job in this case, and you made a big show in front of the ghosts. Take advantage of the fact that the ghost guy has a good impression of you now, take a sum of money to come out and do some work, and your plainclothes identity can be mentioned up, and I can retire early and enjoy a few more years of Qingfu, and you will just take my place. ”

“....... Uncle? Actually, I ......" Zhou Sheng opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

Chen Qichang raised his hand to interrupt his words, his face was as pale as iron:

"That's it! Also, don't say that I don't take care of you as an uncle, and you will collect the fees for the jurisdiction next time. I've already asked Ah Dong to say hello, and the money you paid this time will be evenly distributed by those gambling stalls and dance halls.

When you take the money, remember to be tough, which one does not cooperate, then sweep his field, this money can't be taken out and hanged, and some people enter the field. ”

“...... I got it, Uncle. ”

Zhou Sheng nodded, his face cloudy.

In fact, he is quite satisfied with his current identity as an agent, and he doesn't have to worry about the livelihood of the guys below, nor does he have to face the ghosts above, nor does he need to worry about how much he can collect every month, how the guys will distribute, and how much filial piety will be paid above.

To be precise, he is helpless to make salted fish.

Now being an errand doesn't mean that you can do it if you want to be a good policeman, it's all involuntarily and you can only go along with it.

But Chen Qichang's words made him in a dilemma.

Do you want to continue to be yourself?

Or follow the brigade?

..................

..................

As the sun sets, the figures of the hurried workers on the dock are pulled out one after another.

Ang Lee cleaned up the messy table with his hands and feet, and put the stack of dishes and chopsticks he had collected into the wooden basin filled with water behind the stall.

"Sister-in-law, the wharves are all working, there are few workers left, and you are not ready to close the stall?"

“...... Ah, oh, thank you, I'll wait. ”

It seems that Ang Lee's title caught the busy woman at the stall a little off guard, she blushed a little with her delicate appearance, and even the ingredients she was fiddling with were inadvertently scattered, and she didn't realize it.

She brushed her hair, a little embarrassed.

"You've been busy at the docks for a day, and I'm going to trouble you to help out here."

"Don't bother, eat powder for free here every day, and help should also be."

"It's not too early now, you should go home first, otherwise it will be difficult to take the ferry when it gets dark."

"Okay."

Li Ang glanced at the two remaining guests in the booth and nodded.

As if remembering something, he pulled out a small packet of candy wrapped in chicken paper from his pocket.

Looking at the little girl who rolled up her sleeves and was about to wash the dishes:

"Uncle, please eat candy."

The little girl first glanced at the woman, saw her nod, and then reached out to take the candy.

“...... Thank you, uncle. ”

The little girl looked like she was seven or eight years old, wearing a washed white shirt, soft and weak, and her expression looked a little scared.

"Good!"

"Then, sister-in-law, you get busy first."

Li An first smiled at the little girl, and then greeted the woman before leaving.

By the time he returned to Yau Ma Tei, it was starting to get dark.