The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 906: Young people, please take care of yourself

At the entrance of Sesame Hutong.

Originally, at the breakfast shop jointly run by the company, Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing, who had a little money and were particular about food and drink, liked to have a bowl of bean juice early in the morning.

Don't ask why you are so keen on this kind of food that tastes like swill and is difficult for ordinary people to swallow. Ask, it's just a habit.

"Hey, Master, your fried dough sticks have been fried to pieces for me. How can I eat them? Do I eat half a stick or something? The fried dough sticks are fried like this. Master, tell me what's going on." You guys, I have to study someday~!”

People from the capital speak like this. They look and taste quite offensive, but you can't pick out the curse words in them at all, it's like a witticism.

The customer who had already sat at the table had given his ticket and paid. When the soybean juice and fried dough sticks were served, he was immediately dissatisfied. The two halves of the dough sticks were brought together, and the delicious fried dough sticks, which were bloated but straight, were on his plate. ,Separated.

The key is, it's crooked and twisted, almost twisted into a twist. One is bigger and the other is smaller. The fat-headed and big-eared old man who looks like Liu Haizhong immediately stares at one big and one small, and his face is almost twisted into a twist. , picked it up with chopsticks, and looked at the chef who was standing in front of the frying pan at the door with a strange expression.

"Oh, don't make any noise, come on, come on, I'll give you another refill, as long as you can eat it, it's just to fill your stomach~!"

The young man in front of the oil pan rolled up his sleeves, his arms were wet with oil, but he was clumsily handling the fried dough sticks in the pan, and his eyes were looking towards the opposite alley entrance from time to time.

You could say he was serious. The eyes in the pot looked almost mushy. Or you could say he was not serious. He still knew how to turn the fried dough sticks over, but it looked a little awkward no matter how you looked at it.

"Yes, this is what you said. I didn't mean to find trouble. Waiter, please pick me another one that looks better~!"

The waiter standing not far away twitched her mouth quietly. She couldn't count how many fried dough sticks she had delivered in the morning. If it were before the public-private partnership, if this chef could continue to fry the dough sticks, the boss would probably He pressed the frying pan with all his heart.

As the slightly better-looking fried dough sticks were brought to the table, the gourmet finally shut up and began to enjoy his meal. The man standing in front of the oil pan wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was almost summer, don't say , it’s pretty good to be able to stand in front of this hot oil pan for such a long time.

Anyway, the government will pay for the fried dough sticks sent out, and he also took the opportunity to learn another craft.

Who said being an investigator is easy? It’s really not easy at all. Compared with the low-tech pancake making over there, the techniques of frying fried dough sticks and fried glutinous rice cakes are not something that ordinary people can master.

Although it is easy to be disliked by customers, at least he can barely cope with it, right? After this incident, Shen Xinnian felt that after returning home, he could write a copy so that other members of the team could also take turns to study in the kitchen.

I have steamed buns and white porridge for breakfast every day. I have already eaten enough, so I just want to improve my diet.

That's right, the fried dough sticks master is the leader of the second group, Shen Xinnian, and the pancake vendor next door is also a member of the second group. After the two people disguised themselves after friendly communication between the departments, the two "bricklayers" with two knives just Got to work in a hurry.

"Hey, after the public-private partnership, breakfast restaurants are becoming more and more confused~!"

Shen Xinnian turned a deaf ear to those who were talking about him behind him, and focused his eyes on the lock repair shop at the entrance of the alley opposite. As long as Xu Leren did not come out and the observation post did not transmit the latest news, he, the fried dough sticks master, had to continue to pretend.

In a lock repair shop.

The old master, who had few hairs on his head and wore reading glasses, was stuck in front of a small hand-operated machine tool with the keys that needed to be matched. After fixing them, he fixed the specially selected keys of the same style on the other end.

Xu Le also changed into a pair of coarse clothes at this time, with patches on his elbows and buttocks. He looked rustic. He stood next to the master assembling the keys and learned with relish.

"No, your police are still learning this stuff?"

The old master was a little reluctant. In the past, he was the only one working in the store. Now, the superiors had arranged for this young comrade from the police to come in, so he had no choice but to accept it.

But there was no apprenticeship tea, and he didn't kowtow too much. Why should the older generation teach him this craft.

"Tsk, Master Jiang, didn't I tell you that I'm here and you can't mention my identity. The suspect will be scared and run away after hearing this. Who should I look for~!"

Good guy, the apprentice is not like an apprentice, and the master is not like a master, but Tiangang. The young man began to reprimand the old master.

"Then you are not allowed to look~!"

After being denied face, the old master suddenly felt that he could not hold on any longer. He arrogantly blocked his body in front of Xu Le, and was about to use his MAX level proficiency skills to match the key.

"No, let me see. I am an apprentice now. How can I not learn the skills of the master? This will look different to outsiders~!"

He changed, and Xu Leze also changed, and immediately ran to the other side, wanting to see how one key was matched into two. He had never seen this thing before.

"Then since I am your master, do you, my apprentice, have to listen to me? Listen to me. Then go and get me a cup of tea~!"

The old master brushed the few hairs left on his head. He felt that if the young man stayed here longer, these few hairs might not be saved.

Unique skills cannot be learned by outsiders, and inheritance from a master cannot be entrusted to others. "I poured you tea. Didn't I really become your apprentice? How can there be young people learning this now? I did it to prevent outsiders from suspecting it. I really thought I wanted to learn it~!"

Xu Le was not used to it at all. What was the difference between a thief who matched keys and a thief who slid in and picked the lock? He was a soldier, not a thief. He had no idea of ​​learning this, let alone the folk tradition of serving tea and becoming an apprentice.

If you want to trick him, there is no way.

"You, you, you, you are talking nonsense, this is a craft, why is no one learning it~!"

Hearing that this young police officer looked down on his own craftsmanship, no craftsman could bear it. He immediately blew his beard and stared. He just wanted to drive Xu Le away and not let him get in the way (peep)~ !

"Do you think anyone is learning? Aren't you the only one here and outside? Look at your age. Even your children don't want to learn. Otherwise, they would all have to carry it with them~!"

Good guy, the tip of the needle was pointed at Mai Mang. Xu Le's words were like a needle, piercing into the old master's chest, almost making him gasp for breath.

Yes, young people, especially young people in the city, there are still a few people who are interested in repairing doors, picking locks and matching keys. With this skill, they have sharpened their brains and went to the factory, to work in the army, and their craftsmanship , now, it is not very popular.

Even, as Xu Le said, Master Jiang's son is not willing to take over his father's class.

"You police officers look down on people~!"

"I'm not looking down on you, I'm just telling the truth. Young people want to learn, but those who are good at learning end up in the police station and squatting on the fence. You are not willing to teach me, and I am not willing to watch it~!"

Although he was wearing patched clothes, Xu Le also became arrogant. The old man and the young man stared at each other and ignored each other.

However, the master didn't block it anymore. He didn't know if he had figured something out. His energy was suddenly drained, and he silently matched the key.

He spoke without looking, but his eyes were very honest. Xu Le's head rotated once a second. Finally, he saw sparks flying on the hand-cranked lathe.

"Zi la la~!"

"The main key should be pressed tightly, and the linkage teeth should be aligned with the grooves. Then click the auxiliary key. Turn your left hand slowly and hard, and your right hand quickly. The linkage teeth will gradually press down, and the groove will gradually take shape under the friction of the grinding wheel."

The old master didn't even look to see if Xu Le was stealing from his master. He just stared at the lathe and meticulously controlled the machine until a serration was formed on the auxiliary key.

"The groove is called a keyway. According to the shape, it is generally divided into straight keys, serrated keys, more complicated safes, and cross keys, which are more complicated...!"

"My dear, how can you break into a safe?"

Looking at Master Jiang who was dressed in coarse cloth, Xu Le leaned back slightly. He didn't expect that there was such a strange person among the people~!

"We repair locks and make keys. We are here to solve people's problems. We are not fooled by the vulgar things you say. Come here with me~!"

The old master noticed Xu Le's doubts, glanced at the young man with contempt, waved to him lightly, and opened the counter on the side. Inside, there were several removed safe cabinet doors. in.

"My dear, don't tell me that you can turn on this kind of knob?"

Xu Le's eyes really widened now. Several of the doors seemed to have been in the bureau before.

"If you can't solve the trouble on the door, then you are still a locksmith. Do you see that a real locksmith not only relies on his hands but also his ears? Without talent, you can't learn it~!"

Master Jiang took out a stethoscope from the tool box and waved it in front of Xu Le as if to show off.

There are no apprentices, not because young people are unwilling to learn, nor because those who have learned it are all stuck in the classroom, but because he has not met suitable students. This technology is very demanding, as high as a three-story building, and ordinary people cannot learn it.

Twist the two knobs on the safe door back and forth a few times at will, pull the handle upward, and the lock teeth pop out. In this state, you can tell at a glance that the safe is locked.

Master Jiang hung the stethoscope on his ear, closed his eyes, and turned the button like a blind man. He clicked the button and pressed his hand down. When I heard it, I took it back. This showed that this door was really open.

"Fuck~!"

Xu Le, who witnessed it with his own eyes, was a little stunned and jumped up on the spot. His first reaction was to press his right hand on the back of his waist and almost took out the handcuffs on his waist.

"You see, young man, take care of yourself~!"

Seeing the way Xu Le's eyes widened, Master Jiang seemed to have regained the upper hand. He pinched the hem of his clothes and threw the stethoscope back into the tool box.