Durin's Diary

Chapter 871 Master Cen

The white-headed bastard from the Shangjing Police Department got out of the car and pointed to the small shop in the alley. "There's someone inside."

He took the box of cigarettes handed to him by the big secretary bastard beside him and walked towards the small shop.

Several uniformed police officers made way, and one of them, a one-eyed old police officer, opened the shop door.

The bald fat man sitting in the store had a bad look on his face. He sat there while a dozen young men were sitting around a few tables.

The smell of fireworks coming from the kitchen made Wang Bajing wipe his nose: "Boss, give me a plate of fried vermicelli with pork strips."

Hearing the boss's response, he smiled as he sat down and threw the cigarette in front of the fat man: "Fatty Wang, you've had a good life. You've gained weight."

"There is Baiyujing in the sky, with five floors and twelve cities. Your Baiyujing... is not easy to take over, sir." The fat man looked at the cigarette box in his hand and threw it back on the table.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wang Bajing smiled intriguingly: "Then what do you say we should do?"

As he asked, he opened the silver cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it to his lips.

His chief secretary reached out and lit the cigarette for him with the lighter in his hand.

"I am an honest businessman, sir. I am a good country gentleman who has paid taxes on the first day of my visit to the capital for five consecutive years. His Majesty always praises my family's strict family traditions when he sees me. If I don't take this job, what's the matter? Are you going to frame my grandfather like your old director did and throw me in jail like him?"

"If you don't agree, go find the old director underground. Don't talk nonsense in front of me." After saying that, the turtle spirit took out a cigarette and threw it over: "This favor, are you going to help me or not? If you don't, it's fine. There are plenty of other gentry in Shangjing City."

"Help your mother! Why? Why can other people's children not go to the front? I, my three brothers and my seventeen children are all back! Why?" The fat man threw the cigarette on the table: "Back when we were on the Luzon beach, you were not as bad as you are now! All the children of my Wang family can die out there! My brothers, my wife and I can still have children! Why can their children not go! Bai Yucheng, tell me!"

Several uniformed police officers pushed the door open and Wang Bajing waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

After the uniformed soldiers left, Wang Bajing took the file bag handed to him by his chief secretary and placed it on the table. "Look for yourself. I only learned about this matter today when His Majesty's special envoy came to me. Because it happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to find a better candidate from the Civil Affairs Bureau. It was His Majesty who personally nominated you, wanting your Wang family to keep a child."

"Yes, Your Majesty..." Fatty Wang turned his head and glanced at the younger brothers behind him. Then he picked up the file bag, opened it, took out the file and looked at it for a few times. "I've never heard of the Qiantang Ding family. I don't see any mention of his ancestors in his file. There are too many children with no ancestors in Changtang. How could this matter be reported to Your Majesty?"

Wang Bajing stretched out his hand, and the chief secretary handed him five more file bags. He placed them on the table and said, "These are his five brothers."

The fat man picked up the file bag and saw the red box outside the name on the file bag.

"This is……"

"Two days ago, the eldest brother was killed in battle at an outpost outside Zhennan Pass. That same day, the third brother disappeared during an armed reconnaissance in the Southeast Islands. Yesterday at 11:00 AM, the second brother, the only Heavenly Master in the family, was shot down outside Yumen Pass and could not be rescued. At 7:19 PM, the fourth and fifth brothers sank with the ship on the East China Sea front..."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Did you give me a chance?" The old brother on the battlefield said this, and Fatty Wang slapped his head hard: "What the hell, what should I do?"

"Pick one of you seventeen kids to beat up Old Six, and then the military will discharge both of you for fighting on leave."

"Why, can't you just remove him?" Fatty Wang still didn't understand: "Why should our child suffer this injustice?"

"His adoptive mother is Madam Wu, and the Ding family is her mother's family. Back then, they had many children, so they adopted one of them as their own. Now, if this child is not saved, I don't know how many people in the military will die of anxiety. Five children died in two days, and the old woman in the Ding family cried herself blind."

"Well, that's true, but this is not your problem. What a damn world." The fat man gritted his teeth and finally cursed.

"You know Madam Wu's temper. If you tell her about this directly, she might come up with some trick to send her son to war. Do you have the heart to let the old brigade commander, Commander Wang, make so many brothers worry? So many people died standing for their injured brothers..." Wang Bajing blushed at this: "If I had children, it really wouldn't be Fatty Wang's turn. Let me tell you, my children and I can bear the infamy for the rest of our lives, but I, your brothers, can't."

Seeing the turtle spirit in front of him blushing anxiously, Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and said, "Let my eldest brother's child come. I'll ask him to come over."

After saying that, he stood up, walked aside and started making a call on the pay phone.

When he came back after the fight, Wang Bajing was puzzled: "Don't you have five children? Why did you ask your eldest brother to come?"

"You and I are both from the Marine Corps. I can't afford to lose face. My eldest brother is the head of this family. If he doesn't come, who will?" Having said that, the fat man reached out and put the cigarette on the table, then picked up the cigarette that he had knocked crookedly and put it to his lips, and stretched out his hand to the bastard in front of him.

The latter handed over his own lighter.

"Your brother won't stab you to death afterwards, will he?" asked the turtle spirit.

"That shouldn't be the case." Fatty Wang was silent for a moment. "Can you tell the old emperor that if my brother really stabbed me to death, can you consider me deserving of death and let my brother's son take care of the matter?"

"You're just dreaming! Give me back my lighter! It was given to me by the Master Craftsman! You're so shameless!"

"You've really changed. You weren't like this before when I took your lighter." Fatty Wang took out the lighter that he had put in his trouser pocket. He looked at the emblem on it and said, "This must be the good stuff from the West. The cigarettes are good and the lighter is beautiful too."

"...Forget it, I don't have any children. I'll just give you this lighter. When I die one day, just let your children wear mourning clothes for me." The turtle spirit suddenly said.

"Then I won't be polite, brother. I'll let all five of my kids wear it for you. We're good brothers, so who cares?"

At this time, the uniformed police officer pushed open the door again, and a middle-aged, skinny old man came in carrying two bottles of wine. He came to the front of Wang Bajing and said: "You are the one who bullied my brother, right? I don't care who you are, I just see that you have the way to die!"

"No, brother, sit down first." Fatty Wang hurriedly pulled his brother and looked at the turtle spirit.

The bastard pushed the documents in front of the middle-aged man and said, "Before you use the bottle to open my mouth, take a look at this first."

(End of this chapter)