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Chapter 55 - 55 55 Sorry I'm an Undercover Agent

55: Chapter 55: Sorry, I’m an Undercover Agent 55: Chapter 55: Sorry, I’m an Undercover Agent The police station’s duty room naturally isn’t that easy to enter or exit, as there’s definitely someone on duty to keep watch.

But they aren’t very attentive.

On one hand, there are no especially brutal criminals; those people were either executed by firing squad last year or have already been transferred to prison.

Most of those squatting in the station are residents from nearby, and since the police know exactly where your home is, they’re not worried about you running away.

On the other hand, it has to do with the local customs of Tianmen City.

In short, it’s all about the heavy Jianghu World atmosphere.

Jianghu, Jianghu, as the name suggests, must be by the water to be considered Jianghu.

Tianmen City has a thriving canal transport system and a prospering maritime industry, creating a distinctive Jianghu ambiance not found elsewhere in the North.

In the Jianghu World, there are many unwritten rules, but at the end of the day, it all comes down to a matter of “face” and reputation.

Engaging in a business with no capital, getting caught by a government officer, and thrown into jail, you must walk in with your back straight and leave just as upright.

Even if led before the executioner, you must first belt out a couple of lines from an opera, shouting that in eighteen years you’ll be back as a hero.

Only then are you considered a real hero.

In death, one cannot lose face.

The government officer is equally a part of this Jianghu World.

If you are jailed and regretfully flee, causing the officer watching over you to be punished, others in the Jianghu World will look down on you for lacking loyalty and integrity.

If you’re really capable, don’t get caught at all!

For Wang Yunxiao to enter and exit the police station alone presented no difficulties whatsoever.

Whether there was a duty officer or not was irrelevant to him.

But if you were to walk in and out of the police station courtyard as if passing through a city gate, one hand clutching a bottle of liquor and the other holding dishes to accompany your drink, that would be a bit excessive.

Too conspicuous.

With the intention of keeping a low profile, Wang Yunxiao slipped on a police uniform he found on his way out.

And you know what, the design of this police uniform really has a certain…

um, adolescent charm to it.

Saying it’s adolescent isn’t quite right; to be more precise, it has a bit of a futuristic trendiness about it.

Like the concrete civil defense projects beneath the school, it doesn’t seem like a product of this era.

The old man had said the meat shop at the corner hadn’t closed yet, and sure enough, the lights were still on.

Whether he actually sniffed it out with his nose or was just putting on airs with his Jianghu experience, Wang couldn’t tell.

The term “meat shop” might be unfamiliar to future generations, being a unique product of this era.

The meaning of “meat shop” is that the store sells both mutton and pork, distinguishing itself from the halal eateries with blue signs.

They couldn’t compare with the large restaurants that hung four signs at their door, but they were still out of reach for just anyone.

According to modern terminology, they would be considered a light luxury for the working class.

Not only do they sell fine cuts of meat and offal, but they’ll also cook the meat you bring in yourself if you request it.

By the time Wang Yunxiao left the police station, it was already past nine, nearly ten o’clock.

Any meat shop that hadn’t closed by this time had one thing in common—the liquor was good.

With old regulars sitting inside, pouring their own drinks, the shopkeeper couldn’t very well shoo them away.

If he wanted to move them along, the shopkeeper himself had to come out, engage in some heartfelt small talk, talking from the heart and the kidneys.

If you sent an assistant to hurry them, the patrons would lose face, making the shop beneath their standards.

Then they’d never come back, and the shop could go drink the Northwest wind for all they’d care.

When Wang Yunxiao arrived at the shop, the shop assistant hurried over, bowing and grinning, “Officer!

At this hour, there isn’t much left in the store…”

“Half a pound of Baijiu, two sides for the drink, whatever’s available.”

The assistant was being polite, so Wang Yunxiao wasn’t too demanding.

In the middle of the night, having something to eat was already a luxury.

What more could you want, a bicycle?

The assistant muttered something to the shopkeeper behind the counter, and after a while, the shopkeeper came out with two bottles of Baijiu and four greased paper-wrapped packages, smiling as he handed them to Wang Yunxiao, “Officer, such hard work.”

Wang Yunxiao brought the packages to his nose to sniff…

inside were roast chicken, smoked pork head, pan-fried crisp fish, and deep-fried peanuts.

“How much?”

The shopkeeper quickly waved his hands, “No charge!”

“That won’t do, I’ll pay the full price.”

Upon seeing the food and liquor, Wang Yunxiao knew it wouldn’t come cheap.

Although it pained him, he disdained the idea of taking advantage of such a deal.

Seeing his insistence, the shopkeeper stretched out a finger with a smile, “A bottle of Li Family Baijiu goes for one and a half yuan to others, definitely can’t offer you that price.

My cost is one yuan, so I’ll just throw in an extra bottle for you, and you can come back for more if you enjoy it and want to support our business.”

“What about the cost of the dishes?”

“The dishes are on the house!”

The shopkeeper spread his hands with a bitter smile, “These are leftovers from the night, I can’t possibly charge you for them.

I know you’re not short on a yuan or eighty cents, but if I took your money, who knows how the neighbors would laugh at me.”

The laugh was certain, although in what way was less so.

Wang Yunxiao understood the difficulties of these small business people and didn’t argue further.

He felt he had roughly one yuan and forty-five cents in Mao Banknotes in his pocket, which he pulled out and stuffed into the shopkeeper’s hand, holding his hand firmly, “This is all I’ve got on me, I’ll come back and settle the rest later.”

“How can you say that, officer?

There’s really no need for that!”

The shopkeeper tried to decline, but Wang Yunxiao turned and left.

As he walked away, the shop assistant couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, “Must be new around here, actually paying for his liquor?”

The shopkeeper slapped the back of his head with a backhand, “Always with the extra words!”

…

Damn it, one and a half yuan per bottle, what is this, Moutai 1573?

As he walked back, Wang Yunxiao bitterly muttered to himself inside.

The liquor was costly, of course not because of the liquor itself.

These days, all liqour is made from pure grain, and there isn’t even enough grain to feed people, let alone for the government to control its price and the production and sale of alcohol.

Normal folk would be content with a few sips of unfiltered homemade brew, that would be it.

What good person would dare to drink bottled baijiu!

The cost of the two bottles of liquor made Wang Yunxiao’s heart bleed.

Back at the police station, Wang Yunxiao looked around, and the lights in the director’s office were still on— the new director actually hadn’t changed his office and was still working overtime at this hour.

It seemed he must be a workaholic.

The guard at the door was sleeping peacefully; Wang Yunxiao didn’t have the heart to disturb him and tread softly inside, head down.

Just through the gate, he could smell the smoke, and his heart sank instantly.

Someone at the gate was smoking!

“Stop right there!”

A firm and steady voice came from behind, and Wang Yunxiao’s body instantly stiffened.

Damn it, what kind of decent person would forgo sleep to come to a police station courtyard for a smoke at night?

If you’re going to smoke, just smoke, but hiding behind the door, are you sick in the head?

Lucky for me, I’m in uniform, otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to explain myself.

He slowly turned around to face the middle-aged police officer standing in the shadows behind the gate.

“Which department are you from?

What are you doing out so late?”

Who is this?

Wang Yunxiao’s mind raced through all the faces of the police officers he had seen at the Nantong Sub-Bureau, but none matched.

It couldn’t possibly be such a coincidence…

“Director Qin!”

Just as he was about to speak and probe, another person came out from inside the station, waved his hand and greeted the middle-aged police officer familiarly.

Familiar my foot!

Seeing Old Master He, who had run out in his police uniform just like himself, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but let out a sharp screech in his mind.

I thought you had an honest face, Old Master, but it turns out you’re that kind of person too?

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