Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 122 Why must Jia Zhangshi become a necromancer?
"Pfft~"

Cao Wei Da covered his mouth and laughed. He wanted to say that he really didn't mean to laugh, he just couldn't help it.

The otherwise somber atmosphere was greatly disrupted by Lao Luo's "head-bumping Arhat" action.

"Sigh~~"

Old Luo rubbed the spot where he had been hit, hissing in pain, but looking at him hopefully, "Boss, what brings you here?"

"Of course we're here to take you out." Cao Weida gestured to the Japanese soldier who had followed him. The soldier understood and opened the door with the key.

They didn't stop there; instead, one after another, they opened.

"Old Luo, are you alright?" After Old Luo came out, Cao Weida hurriedly looked him up and down.

"It's alright, thank you for your concern, boss. They didn't torture us, we're all fine." Old Luo breathed a sigh of relief. Although he believed Cao Weida would come to rescue him, there was definitely a difference between him coming and him not coming.

This matter concerned his and his comrades' lives.

Who knows what might happen?
For example, the Japanese might change their minds, or Oda Ono might not be a match for Kenji Goto.

Until things are settled, no one knows what the final outcome will be.

However, it is clear that the result was good.

"Boss, thank you for your trouble. I knew you wouldn't abandon us." As he spoke, he glanced, intentionally or unintentionally, at the comrade who had followed them out, whose face looked somewhat embarrassed.

"I should be the one apologizing to you. You've all suffered because of me," Cao Weida grinned.

"We'll head out later and have a welcome dinner at Taifeng Restaurant for you!"

"No, no, no, that's too expensive."

"Hey, what's this? Just listen to me." Cao Weida grabbed his sleeve and started to walk out without saying another word. They had only taken a couple of steps when they heard cries for help coming from next door:

"Master Cao, Master Cao!"

"Huh?" Cao Weida turned around and saw a disheveled man climbing up the cell bars, looking at him with a surprised expression.

Who are you?

"Uncle Cao, it's me, Jia Guangzheng! I'm a resident of No. 95, Nanluoguxiang, the middle courtyard. You even saved me last time!"

"Huh? Jia Guangzheng?" Cao Weida was taken aback. He took two steps closer to look. The other man's face was dark and grimy, and his tangled hair was even more unconventional than a punk rocker. He stared at him for a long time but still couldn't make out his original appearance.

Besides, he had only met the other person once before, and the last time the other person was also disheveled, so he couldn't remember what the other person looked like.

Jia Guangzheng said excitedly, "Yes, it's me, Master Cao! I'm Jia Guangzheng, and my neighbor is He Daqing. He even cooked for you!"

Cao Weida raised an eyebrow. "How do you know he cooked for me? I don't recall telling you that."

"This..." Jia Guangzheng stammered, unsure whether he should speak or not. Considering that his own life was more important, he finally gritted his teeth and confessed, "It was He Daqing who said it himself. When the police came to search He Daqing's house before, they wanted to take something from him. You know He Daqing is a cook, and he had some grain stored at home."

"Later, He Daqing said that he knew you and had even cooked for you. Those black-skinned guys, no, those bosses, those bosses said they remembered seeing him at your banquet, so they didn't make things difficult for him."

Cao Wei understood perfectly well; to put it bluntly, He Daqing was simply using his name to intimidate others.

He didn't care about that, as long as he didn't use his name to do evil. It was understandable for him to use someone else's name to protect himself.

"Oh, okay, so how did you end up here again?"

He felt very strange. Looking at Jia Guangzheng's pathetic state, if he hadn't happened to be here, he might have been dead in a few days.

Could it be that the so-called divine correction is at work, forcing Jia Zhangshi to become a necromancer?
Jia Guangzheng looked embarrassed, and when he touched his injuries, he gasped, "I...I went to the Eight Great Hutongs for something, and I fell asleep. It was already dark when I got back."

Cao Weida twitched the corner of his mouth. "Going to the Eight Great Hutongs for some business? What business is that?!"
Besides hiring prostitutes, what else can they do?

"Then why don't you just stay there for the night? Why are you going back in the dark?"

"Ahem. Well, staying overnight there costs extra. I spent a lot last time, it emptied my savings, and I really don't have any extra money."

Very well, you have money to seduce prostitutes but not enough to spend the night, so you insist on experiencing fast food culture?
"Then what do you want me to do now?"

"Master Cao, please, could you have some mercy and take me with you?" Jia Guangzheng pleaded, his eyes full of hope. "If you can save me, I, Jia Guangzheng, will repay you by serving you like a cow or a horse in my next life." Cao Weida frowned. What did he mean by serving him like a cow or a horse? What good were cows and horses? He wanted something practical.

Why didn't your family save you?

Jia Guangzheng felt somewhat guilty: "They have no idea I've been locked up here. And besides, my family really has no money left."

So, it means there's some profit in it?

Cao Wei Da rolled his eyes.

Normally, he wouldn't bother with this nonsense. Knowing that the curfew is severe at night, if you can't control what's in your pants and go out to have fun, you're just asking for trouble!
We have one at home, it may be a bit old and loose, but as long as it has a hole, that's fine. Why be so picky?
but
He glanced at Lao Luo out of the corner of his eye and nodded, saying, "Alright, but listen carefully, this is the last time. If you try to get yourself arrested again next time, I won't be responsible."

Jia Guangzheng was overjoyed. "Don't worry, Master Cao, I will be very careful with my words and actions after I get out. Apart from going to work, I will definitely not leave the house."

Do you think you're some rich heiress, never leaving your home?

"Alright, alright, just remember what you said." Too lazy to listen to his nonsense, he muttered a few words to the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier knew that Cao Weida was now a big shot and that their relationship was quite close, so he was naturally happy to give him face.

Once outside the dungeon and back on the ground, Lao Luo squinted at the intense sunlight. He shielded his eyes with his hand, and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he remarked, "I guess I've just escaped death."

The mottled bloodstains in the cellar belonged to their compatriots, some of whom were even their revolutionary comrades.
But now, they have either betrayed us or have already sacrificed themselves.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Let's go, the car is all arranged." Cao Weida patted him on the shoulder and led the group of employees out of the Special Higher Police Department's gate.

At a corner in the distance, Zheng Chaoyang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lao Luo and the others come out. The worry in his eyes disappeared, and he quietly left.

A row of rickshaws was lined up near the entrance. Just as Cao Weida and his group came out, Wen San'er came running up to them, all excited.
"Master Cao, as you instructed, a total of ten rickshaws have been summoned."

As luck would have it, when Cao Wei Da came to the Special Higher Police, he happened to run into Wen San'er. He was in a hurry to pick someone up from the Special Higher Police, so he asked Wen San'er to call ten rickshaws to go to the Special Higher Police, and he would pay double the fare.

Wen San'er originally wanted to curry favor with Cao Wei Da, and he would have been happy to pay even the normal price, let alone double the fare.

"You've worked hard, San'er." Cao Weida smiled at him. Although Wen San'er was too tough, he was honestly quite loyal and righteous. Although this loyalty was short-lived, it was still pretty good.

"Master Cao, you're too kind," Wen San'er said, his eyes nearly squinting with joy. "So, Master Cao, shall we invite you gentlemen to get in the carriage?"

"Okay, let's take them home to change their clothes first, and then take them to Taifenglou District." He looked at Lao Luo: "Lao Luo, I've already made arrangements for Taifenglou. You're more familiar with the workers, so you can organize it. I'll be there in a bit."

"Alright then, but this is too much of a waste." Old Luo felt a pang of heartache. A dozen people going to Taifeng Restaurant for a meal, how much would that cost? If he had to pay for it himself, he definitely wouldn't be willing to. Sending this money to the organization would be enough to feed a hundred or so people for three or four days.

Cao Weida then looked at Jia Guangzheng, who was limping, and said, "San'er, take him to the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. After you take him there, you go to Taifenglou."

Wen San'er's eyes lit up. "Alright, Master Cao, don't worry, I'll deliver him quickly and safely!"

Cao Wei Da secretly complained, "Who told you to be so fast and steady? I didn't get a single penny and just lost money."

But thinking about how much he had made from him last time, he didn't care much. "Then I'll trouble you. Go ahead."

After seeing Lao Luo and the others off, Cao Weida hurried to Scarface's residence.

At this time, Scarface's house was under martial law, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

Ono Oda and Fujita Sosuke were all gathered in the courtyard. The bodies of Scarface and his wife were placed in the center of the courtyard, and the coroner was examining the two corpses.

A woman in her twenties was stopped and crying not far away; she was clearly a member of Scarface's family.

Fujita Sousuke beckoned to the woman, and she was brought over.

"Madam, are you Scarface's concubine?"

The woman nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Sir, you absolutely must help me find the murderer! My husband is dead, how am I supposed to live now? Waaaaah!"

Fujita Sousuke's face showed a hint of impatience. He didn't care whether Scarface was dead or not, and he snapped, "Shut up! Stop crying! Answer my questions! Don't say anything irrelevant!"

The woman's sobs stopped abruptly. She glanced fearfully at Fujita Sousuke, then quickly lowered her head, no longer daring to cry, though her shoulders continued to tremble.

She felt desperate, not because Scarface was dead. She had no feelings for Scarface to begin with. She married him simply because he was materialistic and wanted to live a good life based on his good looks.

The crucial question is, now that Scarface is dead, who will save her brother?
Her parents died long ago, and her younger brother is the only male heir in the family. If anything were to happen to him, her family line would end.
Most importantly, who can she rely on to support her when she gets older?
(End of this chapter)