Chapter 69 [Smash the stall]

This was strange. Zhao Xinnan would actually ask Ai Yige to accompany her to a place. Moreover, Ai Yige could see a little bit of loneliness in Zhao Xinnan's expression.

"Where are you going?" Ai Yige slowed down his car and asked, thinking in his heart that this might lead to a story. It seems that the place to go has a story about Zhao Xinnan. But why did she spread this story and put it in front of her?

"On the other side of Jiqingmen, the junction of Jiqing Road and Xianhe Street." After Zhao Xinnan said this, his eyes looked out the window and closed his lips tightly. From her side, she was a face that was both soft and strong, with her thin lips tightly pursed, adding a bit of melancholy.

Ai Yige found an intersection and turned around. The car quickly drove to Baixia Road. Not far ahead was Jiqing Road.

"It's so late, why are you going to Jiqing Road?" Ai Yige finally asked.

Zhao Xinnan turned his head and forced a smile: "Go and eat small wontons."

"Ah?" Ai Yige felt a little confused. He ran over so far away just to eat a bowl of wontons? This was not enough for the gas.

It seemed that Ai Yige was a little puzzled, but Zhao Xinnan didn't want to explain too much, but just gave him a few more instructions: "Don't ask anything later, just sit down and eat wontons. His wontons are very good."

Seeing her appearance, she didn't plan to just say it, Ai Yige didn't ask too much. Although she knew there must be a hidden story here, no matter how delicious the wontons were, she wouldn't say she came here to eat a bowl of wontons? Moreover, Zhao Xinnan's life is actually very monotonous. If she could find that there was a delicious food stall here, she wouldn't believe it even if she could kill Ai Yige.

When the car drove to Yingao Lane, Zhao Xinnan asked Ai Yige to stop the car, then got out of the car and walked towards the street with Ai Yige.

There are residential communities nearby, and they are close to Laifeng Community, the largest residential community in Nanjing in the 1990s. With the houses that have been built over the years and the low-short houses in the past, this is probably not a large area of ​​50,000 people. Although it is already late at night, there are many snack stalls near Xianhe Street. Some sell wonton dumplings, some buy fried rice and fried noodles, barbecue stalls, and even cooking stalls. There are many small markets for late-night snacks.

There are many people visiting almost every stall. The weather is getting warmer, so many people don’t stay at home. They come out here to have some midnight snacks at night, which has become a living habit of nearby residents.

As soon as Zhao Xinnan and Ai Yige came over, almost every stall owner was greeting them warmly. The words were quite fashionable, and they spoke handsome guys and beautiful girls, asking them what they wanted to eat.

Ai Yige roughly observed that there were about a dozen stalls here, only two of which sold dumplings and wontons, and it seemed that one of them was one.

But after Zhao Xinnan turned around, she frowned and said to herself: "It's strange, why aren't you here?"

When Ai Yigo saw three or four stalls across the street, he said, "Will the one you are looking for be across the street?"

Zhao Xinnan nodded and pulled Ai Yige to the opposite street, but stopped halfway through. The distance was enough for her to see clearly what the busy person on the stall opposite was. Obviously, there was no one selling wontons she was looking for.

"No?" Ai Yige asked.

Zhao Xinnan nodded, but said, "Strange, why didn't there be no? She couldn't have gone out to set up a stall. Could it be that she was sick?" Hearing her words, he knew that she was very familiar with the boss who sold wontons.

Ai Yige also roughly judged that Zhao Xinnan only knew that the person set up a stall to sell wontons here, and did not know where the person lived, otherwise wouldn’t it be enough to just come to the door to ask? Moreover, Zhao Xinnan was afraid that he was very concerned about the wonton seller. Although Ai Yige couldn’t know why, the reason was not important. What’s important is that Zhao Xinnan was going to return disappointed tonight.

"Then we'll go to other stalls to ask? They are basically familiar with the stalls. Few people say that eating wontons only means eating wontons. It's normal to ask some barbecue to eat together. Let's ask the owners of the two barbecue stalls. Maybe they know why the wonton stall you've found didn't come out."

Zhao Xinnan's eyes lit up, pulled Ai Yige and hurried back, rushed to a barbecue stall, and the young boss greeted him with a smile: "Beauty, what do you want to eat? Our chicken wings are very famous here, do you want a few skewers?" Hearing his accent, he should be from Xuzhou, northern Jiangsu to Nanjing to make a living.

"There used to be an old couple here who set up a stall here, the one who sells small wontons alone. Why didn't they set up a stall today?" Zhao Xinnan asked at the beginning without any skills.

The owner of the barbecue stall looked at Zhao Xinnan very strangely, and his face seemed to change slightly, but he quickly shook his head: "I haven't been here for a long time. I have never heard of the old couple you mentioned. If you want to eat barbecue, please sit there. If you don't eat it, please don't block my business."

Zhao Xinnan has studied scouting. Although his life experience may be a little short, how could the boss of the barbecue stall hide such flickering words from her?

"I saw you when I was eating wontons at that restaurant. How could you come here? What happened to the old couple? Why didn't you make a fortune?" Zhao Xinnan was aggressive.

The young boss looked at Zhao Xinnan strangely: "Aren't you just eating wontons? The two stores over there are good things to cook, and they will finish eating. Can't they sell them and you won't eat?" As he said that, he started to flip the barbecue skewers in his hand again, and it seemed that he didn't plan to pay attention to Zhao Xinnan anymore.

Zhao Xinnan was still waiting to ask questions, but Ai Yige grabbed her. It was obvious that there was something hidden here. Moreover, the boss of this barbecue stall didn't want to be too busy. He was a foreigner. It was not easy to make a living here. Who would be willing to meddle in other people's business and make trouble and cause trouble. From his reaction, we can see that the old couple selling wontons must be as simple as being in poor health.

"Forget it, this person obviously doesn't want to say it. Let's change one, let's ask." Ai Yige whispered to Zhao Xinnan's ear.

Zhao Xinnan seemed quite dissatisfied and wanted to show her power as a captain of the special forces, but then she thought that this was not in the army and was not facing her subordinates, so she stopped and didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Ai Yige shook his head: "I'll ask later, stop talking."

Zhao Xinnan looked at Ai Yige with confusion, but saw him nodding heavily, then lowered his head and followed Ai Yige speechlessly.

When I walked to another barbecue stall, the boss came over and said with a smile and attentive voice: "I dare not talk about anything else. My things are more authentic than theirs. Do you know what you like?"

Ai Yige nodded with a smile, thinking that competition is indeed everywhere, so he said, "First twenty skewers, then ten chicken wings, twenty crisp bones, five pombeside fish, five waists, and five sausages. If you don't eat enough, you'll need it."

Although the boss saw that Ai Yige ordered so much, hesitantly said: "Where can you two finish eating so much?"

Ai Yige smiled and said, "We have friends to arrive soon." After that, he pretended that the phone in his pocket was vibrating, and took it out and said, "Look, the phone is coming."

The boss then went over to bake the food with a smile, but Zhao Xinnan muttered in dissatisfaction: "Where is anyone coming? And I'm here to find someone, why can you still eat it?"

Ai Yige put his phone in his ear with a smile, and said to Zhao Xinnan in a low voice, "Don't worry, just look at me asking." As he said that, he amplified the voice again: "Where have you been? After ordering the things, don't worry, you have enough food... Ah, I want some beer to eat? Okay, I want to eat wontons, okay, I'll ask you for a bowl right away... Ah? I want an old man and an old lady to make it? Let's take a look..." The authentic old Nanjing dialect makes people feel that they are authentic people from the south of the city, and they seem to live not far away from nearby.

Then he pretended to look around, looked around, and said to the phone call that no one heard it: "Where are old men and women? There are only two wontons here...what? They only sell wontons, not other things? Oh, their spicy oil is very satisfying, right? The question is, did I see any old men and women excited..." The voice was very loud, and the boss who was beef skewers next to him heard it, and finally said to the phone: "Okay, okay, don't hang up the phone, I'll ask you immediately..."

As he said that, Ai Yige looked like he was covering the microphone and leaned over to ask the boss: "Boss, my friend said that there was an old man and an old lady who sold wontons. Their spicy oil was very delicious, so my friend liked to eat their wontons. I told my friend that it was the old man and an old lady who sold wontons here, and he insisted on saying that there were..." Then he looked at the boss with a embarrassed look.

The boss hesitated for a moment, lowered his voice and leaned closer and said, "It's all from the south of the old city, I won't hide it from you. In the past, there was a pair of old men and women selling wontons here, but you know that we are a small business person, and you know that the license is nothing else, just pay some money every month to respect the nearby urban management. But the old men and women are a little unlucky. The urban management asked them for money, but they just refused to give it. They also said that they had a certificate issued by the government, saying that they were allowed to set up stalls here. Nowadays, county officials are not as good as managing now. If there is a certificate, it's useless. If you don't pay the money, people won't give it to you. Tell me, if you want someone else, you're just paying it quickly.

If you get some money, they must compete with others. This fight was a big deal, and the urban management company was very unlucky and was not at all safe. As a result, they asked them to take out the certificate and then tear it down. After reading it, they asked them to ask them: Do you have any certificate? This is where the old man and the old lady go to get a certificate? As a result, they were bought by those urban management company. Later, they heard that it was the one who bought dumplings. It was said that it was such a big place. Two of them bought wontons and were a little unsuccessful. There were three companies that basically couldn’t eat enough. You still understand? They had been so worried that they wanted to drive away one. There was someone in the urban management company who was their relative, so... do you know the favor?"

After saying that, he sighed, as if he was not worth it for the old man and the old lady, so he turned back to the stove and continued to bake his stuff.

When Zhao Xinnan heard this, she was furious and wanted to stand up immediately to question the person who sold dumplings and wontons, but Ai Yige quietly grabbed her and said in a low voice: "Don't you want to know more? I think there is still a secret."

Zhao Xinnan angrily said: "It's so bullying. What kind of urban management is this..."

Ai Yige hurriedly covered her mouth and said with grievance: "You can't suppress your fire? I'll ask clearly after a while. Even if you pull out your gun and kill all the urban management officers, I won't care about you." After that, he glared at her again.

When the boss baked something and delivered it, Ai Yige asked with a smile: "Boss, bring some beer." After the boss brought it, Ai Yige asked: "What you said just now, the old man must have been beaten, right?"

The boss immediately looked at them with a little alert: "How do you know?"

Ai Yige still smiled, picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth, looking very similar to an ordinary citizen: "Where do I know, I just guess and be curious. As you said, the old man and the old lady are so unlucky and have been torn to the certificate, they must be asking for something. If you don't like it, they will definitely start arguing. In this case, the urban management officer was originally trying to drive them away, so why don't he take the opportunity to smash their stall and throw some faces to them?"

The boss nodded a little angrily as soon as he heard this: "You guessed it's all good..." After saying that, he pulled a chair, "Friend, don't you mind me sitting down, do you? You won't be angry if you don't talk about this, you'll get angry when you talk about it. Forget it, I don't care whether you are here to meddle in other people's business. Anyway, I'll tell you everything."

Ai Yige glanced at Zhao Xinnan, with a hint of pride in his eyes. He smiled and poured a glass of wine for the boss: "Come on, have a drink."

The boss was not polite, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then said angrily: "That dog-good thing is really not a thing, and the conscience is eaten by dogs. Let me tell you, thinking about it, we didn't allow stalls here at the beginning, you still know that it was because old man Long, old lady Long, they had a certificate in their hands, and there seemed to be someone in the nearby police station to say hello, and they could set up stalls at this intersection. We saw that it seemed that we could still make some money, so we went out to set up stalls. At that moment, the urban management was still like the urban management. It was called joint defense at that time, and it was purely under the police station's management. It was not as good as the current urban management.

You know, so I didn't let us set it up at that time, but the old man Long told them that as long as we could clean the floor at the end to facilitate the residents nearby, it would be a bad thing. At that time, the deputy director of the police station seemed to give the old man a good face, so he agreed and simply set up this place and allowed us to set up stalls here after nine o'clock in the evening, but we had to ensure the hygiene. In addition, we contacted the tax authorities to collect some money every month. If it weren't for the old man Long, we wouldn't be able to set up stalls..."

Then, the boss's chattering box was completely opened, but he was probably afraid of the guy who sold dumplings and wontons. He didn't dare to speak too high, and he would look over there from time to time. The bamboo tube poured beans to explain this clearly.

There is only such a big place here, and there are only so many people who come out to eat at night. There are more and more stalls, and the business is relatively worse. And now there are more midnight snacks, barbecue or fried rice noodles, and dumplings and wontons are almost the same. Gradually, the business of these three wonton stalls is a bit stretched. One of them happened to have a relative who joined the urban management ranks and ended up looking for trouble.

Over the years, the urban management staff has not said that they eat and drink for free here, and often find some excuses to fine some money. After a long time, everyone understands that they just have to pay some money to the urban management staff. If you want to say it, you don’t know what the relationship between the old man Long, the urban management staff seems to be tacit, and they don’t ask them to collect money. In a flash, many years have come. But this time, people are obviously coming to find fault, and they don’t care whether you have any documents from the government, just because they have found fault and smashed your stall. But Old Man Long has a stubborn temper and choked with the urban management staff. It doesn’t matter. Several urban management staff took action and pushed the old man to the side of the road, as if they broke one leg. The business was ruined.

Although the bosses of the other stalls were very disliked, they were helplessly controlled by others and dared not speak out. As a result, the current situation was formed. The wonton seller still put aside his words and said that if anyone dared to tell this matter, he would guarantee that this person would not have to set up a stall here in the future. After seeing how the urban management broke the old man and the old lady in the Long family, who would dare to say a word more than that? So whenever it was involved in this matter, they would basically keep silent, fearing that they would call for revenge.

"Why are your friends not yet?" The boss almost drank a whole bottle of wine from Ai Yige, and suddenly realized something.

Ai Yigo smiled awkwardly, and it was not convenient to answer.

The boss frowned and seemed to realize that something was wrong: "You are not relatives of Old Man Long, Mrs. Long, are you? I haven't heard of their relatives for so many years. But there was a son who once heard that he went to Yunnan for some mission and died there when he was in the army. He was a sinister. The old man and the old man were so pitiful, and the stupid man was still so stupid. That's what he saw? He was powerless... But who is the powerful and powerful person who is doing such a small business? They are all pitiful people. Let me tell you, save some trouble, what is this person selling wontons? But his relative, as the urban management department, was a famous haunted living in this area. When he was old, he went to work as an urban management department. What do you mean by this slap department? If you are a dog, you can only make some slapies and scoundrels as urban management. They will be better for bullying people if you wear tiger skins."

Zhao Xinnan was furious when she heard this, so she wanted to slam the table and stand up and smash the stall directly. However, Ai Yige grabbed her tightly and kept signaling her not to act rashly.

"What kind of thing is the one who cares about it?"

"Who dares to take care of it? When he entered the door, he was a civil servant wearing tiger skin. When he left the door, he was haunted and his brothers. We ordinary people are desperate? Who can take care of it?" The boss seemed very indignant, but he also told the truth. Indeed, who dares to take care of it? Those who can handle it can't even take care of this level. Those who can see these things can't control it at all.

"I can see that you are here to inquire about this matter tonight. Oh, my wife told me all day long to tell me not to talk. But it doesn't matter, and I will talk. At worst, I won't be able to set up this stall. Oh my god, if someone can clean up those stupid things, it doesn't matter if I don't want it."

Ai Yige smiled and said, "To be honest, my girlfriend is his son's comrade-in-arms. She was a soldier together back then. She originally wanted to come and see the old man and the old lady, but she didn't expect..."

The boss glared: "His son really died in Yunnan? We thought the old man and the old lady were bragging. They said they were carrying out some tasks in the past, but they died in the rain forest. Oh, it's a sin!" At this time, a few more people sat down there and asked the boss to go to something. The boss quickly stood up and left Ai Yige and the others' table.

"Okay, I know what's going on, so tell me, I guessed right just now, right? Is that old man and old lady's son your comrade-in-arms?" Ai Yige retracted his gaze at the wonton stall and asked.

Zhao Xinnan nodded: "Well, Long Jun is a good soldier, but unfortunately... A few years ago, I took them to Yunnan to carry out a mission to arrest several criminals who transported drugs on the Yunnan border, but Long Jun was killed by the grenades of those people. After returning, several of our comrades raised up a sum of money to send it, and the army also gave a relatively generous pension, but the old man and the old lady refused to take it, and the pension was also entrusted to us to donate it, saying that his son was dead, and if he went to spend his son's life with the money they had, they would not live in peace in their lives. Then we wanted to arrange a job for the old man and the old lady, but they refused to accept it, saying that he could not starve to death with his hands and feet. As a result, I didn't expect..."

When Ai Yige heard this, his eyes were a little wet. Although Zhao Xinnan said it very simply, he was familiar with the general idea with a small word. This story actually happened in many troops, but this old couple is really rare.

Ai Yige, who could have remained a little calm and calm, was so angry that he heard Zhao Xinnan say this. He really wanted to take out a gun from Zhao Xinnan and kill the guy who sold wontons.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xinnan saw Ai Yige standing up and asked.

"Go and smash the stall!"

"I'll go too!" Zhao Xinnan stood up suddenly.

Ai Yige held her down again and said, "Just sit and watch. Your clothes are really not suitable for doing things today, unless you want these guys to feast your eyes!"
Chapter completed!