The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The next evening.

The sun shone obliquely on the street.

The young man took off his old attire and put on a neat youth suit, with the school badge neatly pinned on his chest and a green military bag slung across his shoulder, swaying gently with his steps.

With a neat crew cut and a pair of black-framed glasses, he instantly transformed himself into a gentle and refined student. If it weren't for the dagger hidden in his sleeve, the hidden ruthlessness would have almost disappeared.

In the military bag, the student ID card and several popular books were neatly arranged, making him look just like a student. Even if an inspector came across him, it would be difficult to tell him apart because of his disguise.

However, this is just a superficial disguise, and the real secret is hidden in its sleeve - a small and exquisite Federal West German Rollei-16 miniature camera.

A micro film the size of a fingernail was also stuffed in and lay quietly in the sleeve. Everything was prepared for the truck cannon that Qin Huairu mentioned.

If given the chance, the young man believes in his hand speed and can take a quick picture. Of course, if he can't take a picture, he is confident that he can draw based on his memory.

The net bag held in both hands contained two bottles of canned fruit on one side, and the glass bottles reflected an attractive luster in the sunlight.

On the other side are two kilograms of peaches, pink with a hint of red. Although they are of different sizes, they all look fresh.

It's obvious from the look of him that he's out visiting relatives.

Jiang Dehua was sitting at the door, concentrating on picking beans in the basin. When she heard footsteps, she tilted her head and saw a strange young man standing there.

The young man noticed her gaze and immediately responded with a polite smile, nodded, then walked down the stairs and waited quietly.

"Visiting relatives?"

Seeing the young man's harmless appearance, Jiang Dehua stopped what she was doing, looked him up and down, and asked tentatively, she had lived here for so long, but she didn't remember such a person.

"Yes, my sister, Qin Huairu, didn't she move in here? I heard she moved upstairs, and my parents asked me to come and see her~!"

The young man had a reserved look on his face, perhaps he was not used to talking to strangers. He was a little shy and tugged at the strap of his bag awkwardly. No one would doubt his shy look.

I have to say, people in their line of work can really act like real people.

Jiang Dehua nodded, looking clear as if he understood, and looked at the net bag in the young man's hand.

Jiang Dehua nodded in understanding, his eyes lingering on the net bag for a moment. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, the crisp sound of a bicycle bell came closer and closer.

Qin Huairu came back on her bicycle. When she saw the young man, a smile immediately broke out on her face. She greeted him warmly and took him into the house with a smile.

Qin Huairu smiled, but Jia Zhang's face in the room turned black.

Inside the house, Jia Zhang was originally dozing off on a chair. When she heard the noise, she opened her eyes and her expression changed as fast as a chameleon.

Why are the men my daughter-in-law brought back each one more gigolo-like than the other? This time, they are obviously much younger, so young.

Outside the door, they were calling each other sister and brother, but when Jia Zhang heard it, she felt extremely uncomfortable. How could she not know whether there were such relatives in the family?

"Mom, look, who is here to see you? If you want to come, just come. Why are you carrying these things?"

After entering the house, Qin Huairu's expression became a little colder because Jiang Dehua saw her and deliberately placed a smoke bomb at the door.

He glanced at his mother-in-law who was standing at the door of the room, watching the scene, and winked at her, asking her to bring the children into the house.

Jia Zhang's heart skipped a beat and she felt so miserable that she couldn't say anything. It was agreed yesterday that someone would come, but in the end, were the people who came the same ones as last time?

Even though she had been vaccinated, Jia Zhang still found it difficult to accept. But the 150 yuan she had received yesterday was still under her pillow. She wanted to make some suggestions, but she didn't dare to.

She took the net bag and took the child who wanted to eat canned fruit into the house. Before entering the house, Jia Zhang looked back at the young man. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't look like someone who could wield swords or guns.

That's even worse. My daughter-in-law's belt is already loose. Damn it, Cui Dake hasn't finished with her yet, and he has hooked up with a young one among those people.

Jia Zhang, who patted the bottom of the can and twisted the cap, was a little absent-minded. She muttered to herself, feeling that coming here at this time, she might be going to stay overnight.
Looking through the bedroom glass at the child eating the canned food, Jia Zhang's mouth was filled with bitterness.

When she was a widow, for the sake of her family's life and Jia Dongxu's future, she did whatever it took and had an affair with Yi Zhonghai in secret.

But Qin Huairu, the daughter-in-law, is now even better than her father. Since Dongxu's death, she has had countless affairs with prostitutes without anyone teaching her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, turning her back, and taking out the one hundred and fifty yuan from under the pillow, Jia Zhang's face kept changing.

She thought her daughter-in-law's money was dirty, but how could any money be clean?

I live in a spacious and bright house, and I can eat eggs and meat at home every now and then. The pension money I have is increasing day by day. When I think about the hard life I lived before, it is really difficult to make a decision when comparing the two.

"Dongxu, how could you die like this~!" The children were eating canned food happily, and their laughter echoed in the house, but she couldn't be happy at all. Jia Zhang looked at the photo of her son on the windowsill, behind the curtains, and murmured softly.

Material satisfaction and spiritual torment, like two sharp blades, tortured her repeatedly. This once strong old lady is now left with only helplessness and entanglement in the face of reality.

The daughter-in-law is now powerful, with money in front of her and connections behind her. As the mother-in-law, she can no longer control her.

"Sit down, you're welcome."

Qin Huairu bent down to pour hot water into the enamel tub. Looking at the young man's appearance today, a strange light flashed in her eyes again.

Unlike Jia Dongxu, although the young man in front of him was also very thin, after taking off his clothes, his body was full of tendons and he was full of strength. He almost couldn't handle it yesterday.

Although Xu Damao, Cui Dake, Nan Yi, and He Daqing had a lot of experience, Qin Huairu had little knowledge. This young man gave her a feeling that was completely different from those men before.

Older men prefer eighteen-year-old girls, and older women also have a low resistance to handsome guys.

"Is she okay?"

The young man sitting at the table was playing with the cup in his hand, but he didn't pick it up to drink water. Instead, he looked coldly towards the inner room, at the old woman who was holding a photo and muttering to herself.

Yes, it was this kind of cold feeling. Although there was no such word as cool at that time, it was this feeling, coupled with the cold profile, that made it seem as if she, the mother-in-law, could be killed in the next second.

They are much more reliable than Cui Dake who looked weak after losing power. Qin Huairu has no doubt that these people have been involved in murder cases.

Are you afraid? Maybe you were afraid before, but now, they are our own people.

"My mother-in-law, there's nothing wrong with that. She's just a money-grubber!"

The mountain that weighed on her back then, now seems nothing more than this. Looking at Jia Zhang who was talking to herself while holding the portrait, a trace of contempt flashed across Qin Huairu's eyes.

She is Qin Huairu, but she is no longer the Qin Huairu who was bullied in the past. If she wants to live a good life now, she must learn to shut her mouth.

The use of the word "goods" made the young man next to him raise his lips slightly. In just one sentence, he understood the class division in this family.

At home, they fight fiercely with their elders, but once they go outside and meet someone stronger than themselves, they become weaker than anyone else. This is how women are~!

"What about the factory? Have the cars in the parking lot been moved away?"

The man's arm shook, and the miniature camera hidden in his sleeve fell into his palm. He was a little hesitant about whether to teach Qin Huairu how to use this thing.

"No, that's why we need a camera?"

Looking at this thing which was not much bigger than a matchbox, Qin Huairu found it hard to imagine how it could be used to take pictures. It was much smaller than the one in Li Feng's house.

"Forget it, I'll try to see if I can take a picture. You guys, try to get the information~!"

Picking up the teacup, the young man took a sip, but decided to give up the idea. One reason was that this thing was not easy to operate, and if it broke, it would be difficult to report back.

The camera itself is not expensive, but the amount of money it would cost to send it to this land and bring it to the capital is not a small amount. If this woman accidentally turns on the flash when operating it, it would be even more troublesome.

The information about the truck gun is more important than photos.

"What can I do?"

She managed to get away with the task from Old Liu for the time being, but unexpectedly, this young man also started to assign tasks to herself. Qin Huairu didn't want to take any risks, as the factory was not like the outside world and was very strict now.

"You have many methods, don't you?"

The young man lightly lifted Qin Huairu's chin and looked at her fair cheeks, which instantly turned red. It seemed that she understood the meaning of his words immediately.

Qin Huairu felt a little embarrassed and annoyed now, because this was still her home.

"I'm going to cook~!"

Whether you can do it is one thing, and whether you are willing to do it is another. Not everyone is willing to do it, Qin Huairu is especially willing to pay, especially now that the family is not so short of money.

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Quiet at night
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"Boom, boom, boom~!" (End of this chapter)