Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The two patrolmen were named Wang Hu and Qin Long.

After seeing Chu Dazhuang walking away, Wang Hu took out the few French bills he had just received.
Qin Long looked at the money in Wang Hu's hand and smacked his lips, "These coolies are quite rich!"

Wang Hu took out two cards and handed them to Qin Long, "I guess they got a big job!"

Qin Long took the French currency, held it in his hand, and flicked it with his fingers.

The brand new French currency immediately made a "pa pa, pa pa" sound.

Listening to this wonderful sound, Qin Long shook his head and said, "I still like the sound of silver dollars. The legal tender is too cheap. It will be worthless in a few days and can't buy anything."

"Ah~" Wang Hu sighed, and agreed with Qin Long's point of view. "Don't you think that in this world, isn't this forcing us to spend money?"

"But the more we spend, the more money we get, right?" Qin Long said sadly, "Even the old man selling shengjian at the entrance of the alley will raise the price."

"There's nothing we can do! The world is just like this. We're fine here. As long as we work hard, we won't starve to death." Wang Hu took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Qin Long. "Let's take it one day at a time. In a few days, maybe the Demon City will be returned to the master again."

Qin Long took the cigarette and said, "Why do you say that? Is there any news? Are we going to fight again?"

Wang Hu took out a match and lit it for Qin Long. "Who knows? Anyway, we can't reach the city even if we fight!"

Wang Hu spoke very confidently, as if he could foresee the future.

Qin Long took a puff of his cigarette and adjusted his hat. "Let's go. After we finish patrolling this street, we'll go to Guihua Lane to spend the night. It's so cold, I don't want to wander around outside." Wang Hu nodded and lit his own cigarette. "That's right. The Black Dragon Society was wiped out. No one is left alive! If we really meet the murderer, we might be killed too."

The two patrolmen chatted as they walked.

After finishing a cigarette, Wang Hu suddenly asked, "Old Qin, how much do you think the coolie can earn on this trip?"

Qin Long thought for a moment and replied, "It's probably not a small amount. I see that the coolies have bulging pockets. They could make 70 or 80 yuan, or even more. And I smelled alcohol on some of the coolies. I guess they went to drink because the boss paid them. If the money was less, they would not be willing to drink."

Hearing this number, Wang Hu's eyes lit up, "Seventy or eighty per person, three people is more than two hundred. It would be great if we could share this money privately."

"Okay!" Qin Long said happily, "Just now they said they wanted to go back to the dock. I think we can catch up with them by taking a shortcut. Then we can find a reason to arrest them and throw them in jail."

"Yes!" Wang Hu nodded in agreement, but then he shook his head, "What if they don't cooperate!"

"If they don't cooperate," Qin Long laughed sinisterly, "then they will be the suspects in the Black Dragon Society's murder case. It doesn't matter even if they are beaten to death!"

Wang Hu smoked a cigarette, his eyes full of greed, "Okay! Let's do it. The Black Dragon Society is pressing for us, so we can hand them over and get our mission done."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a faint cloud slowly floated by, blocking the crescent moon. (End of this chapter)