Siheyuan: Kill Han Qingkui, Tian Zao is entangled with me

Chapter 14: Game with the Petty Bourgeoisie

"Oh, that was prepared for me by a friend who was covering my way out of the city. Interesting, right? The wool comes from the sheep, and they are all American weapons and equipment."

"What kind of friend are you? With such a way, would he be chased away by the secret service?"

"You don't know Lou Zhenhua? Saying that his family's assets account for half of Beijing is a bit of an understatement, right?"

Luo Yong immediately realized, "He is willing to help you so wholeheartedly? Did you use some kind of honey trap to win him over?"

Lou Zhenhua: I am straight, straight! Even if someone is bent, it is still Zheng Chaoyang!
"What kind of lewd words are you talking about? If he hadn't spared no effort to help behind the scenes and transported supplies regardless of the cost, the Japanese occupying the Forty-Nine City would not have surrendered so quickly. The key is that his family is still Manchu, and they have been doing business since the Qing Dynasty. They have a close relationship with those Manchu remnants."

Now Luo Yong finally understood that the reason why Zheng Chaoyang could be so successful in Sijiu City was because he had such a big boss who supported him selflessly behind the scenes. Even if he was just a dog, it would be fine!

Zheng Chaoyang: Who are you talking about? Do you believe I can beat you? If I can't beat you, I'll steal your dumplings!

Social training class in Huangni Village, Xibaipo.

While everyone in the training class came up to the stage and introduced themselves passionately, Zheng Chaoyang's attention was attracted by a strange fragrance.

Hao Pingchuan sat next to him, and the two of them just clapped with expressionless faces.

"What are you doing?"

"Smell it!"

"What is the taste?"

"The smell of perfume."

The next person to take the stage was Algebra, who was wearing black-framed round glasses. “My father wanted me to be a mathematician. He probably never thought that I would join the army.”

Hao Pingchuan sniffed the direction Zheng Chaoyang was leaning forward, and couldn't help but yelled, "Hey!"

Zheng Chaoyang was about to cover his face when he saw that everyone's attention was attracted by the shout of "Hey", and he immediately led the applause.

The embarrassment was immediately resolved.

The algebraic physics on the stage was still being introduced tirelessly.

"Why does her soap smell so good?"

"It's not soap, it's perfume!"

"What water?"

"Perfume, the perfume of the petite bourgeoisie."

The female comrade sitting in the front frowned slightly, and really wanted to look back and take a good look at the faces of these two villains who were gossiping about others behind their backs.

But Zheng Chaoyang knew that this was a good opportunity for him and Bai Ling to have their first encounter. It would be better to attract other people's attention through such words than to confess directly face to face.

"I doubt if her handkerchief was made of cloth at all. It might be silk."

After Luo Yong stood up and made a summary speech, he elaborated on the new term "People's Public Security".

"Which comrade would like to speak?"

Zheng Chaoyang saw a jade hand raised, and then Bai Ling went on stage amid the applause of the crowd.

"The petty bourgeoisie is going to show!"

"What?"

"Everyone, my name is Bai Ling."

It was another long speech, and Zheng Chaoyang felt like dozing off while listening to it.

"She is unique, isn't she?"

“A unique expression of the petty bourgeoisie.”

"For example, if we subjectively believe that someone is a murderer, we will judge the case in the direction of subjectively believing that he is a murderer. For another example, if two comrades smell the scent of perfume on me, they will subjectively judge that I am a petty bourgeois."

These words directly responded to the conversation they had just had, and the response was immediate. Hao Pingchuan and the other man looked very solemn.

I finally made it to the end and it was time for dinner.

A few people were eating when they saw Bai Ling coming over with an aluminum lunch box.

"Comrade Bai Ling is no ordinary person. She is a top student majoring in intelligence at Moscow Central University in the Soviet Union." He talked eloquently about algebra and physics, and he knew the basic situation of everyone around him.

Zheng Chaoyang already knew about her situation, and now after getting a more detailed description from Algebra, he still glanced down suddenly, and Bai Ling happened to look over as well. The two of them looked at each other and then looked away instantly.

"You are Zheng Chaoyang, Comrade Zheng, right?"

"Yes, it's me, what's wrong?"

"get down!"

"It wasn't me who said you were wearing perfume. It was Old Hao, Hao Pingchuan!"

Hao Pingchuan: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
"I didn't even know what perfume was, I just said soap!"

"What is pancreas?"

"It's soap!"

"It's not about this, come down!"

Zheng Chaoyang was in a dilemma, but he was excited because at least he had made a step forward.

Several people around him were cheering and asking him to "get off".

It turned out that Bai Ling just wanted to find Zheng Chaoyang to learn about some stories in the old city, and it was a false alarm.

"Comrade Bai Ling, is that straw bag of yours from the Compendium of Materia Medica?"

"This? It's not a straw bag, it's a sachet!"

"Can you show it to me?"

Zheng Chaoyang had suspected from the beginning that Bai Ling had lied in the training class just now. Even if he had a bad cold, he could still tell the difference between a sachet and perfume.

It's okay to fool a country bumpkin like Hao Pingchuan, but I'm a native of Beijing, how could I not know about perfume?

"May I?"

Bai Ling also noticed that Zheng Chaoyang's eyes were sharp, but in front of so many people, she had to hand over the sachet because she had to remember what was said and it was irreversible.

Zheng Chaoyang took it in his hand, and a system dialog box popped up.

[The aroma is not consistent, it contains cloves, locust flowers and mugwort. 】

I can't even get past the tube level!
“Is this what you smell?”

"Hey"

"Hush! I brought this back from Moscow"

"Red Moscow? It smells like it!"

"Have you been to Moscow?"

"I haven't been there, but I've heard people say that this perfume has a subtle, warm, noble scent with a hint of orange blossom, is that right?"

Now even Bai Ling looked at him with admiration.

I was suddenly speechless for many things. I must have met a master!
[.Red Moscow was developed under the supervision of Polina, wife of Soviet leader Vyacheslav Molotov. The perfume was expensive, costing 5 rubles, which was equivalent to a month's water and electricity bill at the time, but women were still willing to line up to buy "Red Moscow". The perfume formula remains mysterious and has not been made public.]

Zheng Chaoyang pretended to look at Bai Ling seriously, it's time to stop, it's all thanks to the boss!

At this time, the exchange rate of five rubles to the US dollar was almost one to one.

Bai Ling explained the origin of the perfume again, but Zheng Chaoyang didn't take it too seriously.

What's wrong with going abroad to study and bringing back some gifts?
"I punished you on purpose because you called me a petty bourgeois."

"I guessed it, and I didn't expose you on the spot. It's a tie!"

It's not a good feeling to be seen through by others, and Bai Ling prides herself on being a talent in the intelligence profession, with one theory after another.

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