Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 29 Having a good temper doesn't mean you won't get angry!
(I'm so sorry, it's been a busy farming day and I'm only just finishing this update.)
"Stop it, you've got to give up. I don't want to suddenly have a grown son."

Cao Wei rolled his eyes speechlessly. To be honest, this bastard is really shameless; he just blurts out whatever comes to mind.

Thank goodness for my eldest son; I don't expect you to take care of me in my old age or see me off when I die.

Besides, I, Cao Weida, am at least a transmigrator with a system by my side. How could I possibly outlive you?

Isn't this cursing me?
He really wanted to give that bastard a third wheel!
He waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, alright, if you don't know how to flatter, then don't. It's pathetic."

"You just want to make money, right? Fine, since you're my neighbor, I have to give you that much face."

"Come closer, I want to tell you something."

Making money is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not doing this for free; on the contrary, I'm the one who gets the lion's share. I'm not losing out either way.

After whispering a few words in his ear, Master Wang's eyes immediately lit up. "Oh my, so that's how it is! Cao'er... no, Master Cao, you're really going to strike it rich!"

"Thank you, Master Cao, for giving me this opportunity to make money. Just you wait and see, there's nothing I, Master Wang, don't know within this overpass area. I'll find it for you right away!"

Having said that, he immediately ran off in high spirits.

Watching the departing figure, Cao Weida's eyes were deep. Was Master Wang a Kuomintang agent or not?
If it's true, then it's been concealed far too well.
If not, then how do you explain those seemingly unintentional but sarcastic remarks about the Communist Party made by Uncle Wang in the TV series?
Could he really just be a petty, petty thug?
Unable to come up with a solution, Cao Weida slapped his forehead, amused by his own words. "I must be crazy, thinking about all this nonsense!"

"That's something the underground Communist Party should worry about after the liberation of Beiping. Why should I concern myself with that?"

Just as he was about to continue enjoying the midday sun, his third sister-in-law, carrying a vegetable basket, walked in with a cheerful smile.

"Cao'er, I'm so glad to finally see you."

"Third Sister-in-law, come quickly, please sit down." After all, she was the matchmaker who had helped him find a wife—I mean, the one who introduced him to a potential partner—so Cao Weida was quite respectful.

Third Sister-in-law sat down with a smile. "I mentioned it to Master Duo last night. Did he tell you today?"

"I told you, Third Sister-in-law is really capable. I've already sent someone to keep an eye out for houses, and I expect to hear back in the next couple of days."

"That's good. You'd better keep an eye on her. Once she's in the house, you have to treat her well. She's a poor soul. By bringing her out, you've helped her escape her misery."

Cao Wei Da felt a bit strange. He had clearly intended to cultivate beauty and bring her back to be a concubine, but he hadn't expected that it would actually help someone escape from a life of suffering. Who could he complain to?

He was a sensible person; he said "wait a moment" and went back inside.

When he came out again, he had a money bag in his hand, which jingled as he walked.

He handed over the money bag, saying, "This is the one hundred silver dollars I promised. Since you're so kind, I'll trouble you to run this errand for me again, Third Sister."

When the third sister-in-law took the money bag, Cao Weida clearly saw her pupils tremble for a moment, then brighten slightly, like a cat staring at a moving fish shadow.

However, she quickly withdrew that greedy look from her eyes.

Cao Weida nodded silently. It was just that there wasn't a suitable platform. Otherwise, with Third Sister-in-law's cleverness, she would definitely have made something of herself.

He then pulled out a much smaller money bag from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "It's not easy for Third Sister-in-law to run around like this. It's not much money, please don't mind."

Third Sister-in-law's smile widened even more. She didn't pretend to be polite and readily accepted it. Wasn't this one of the reasons she had been busy for so long?

Everyone knows that if it's too pretentious, it will only make things worse.

"If I hadn't said that you were destined for great things, Cao'er, then I'd shamelessly accept it."

The next morning, Duomen and Cao Weida went to the police station to report for duty. As soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw a man in his twenties with red, swollen eyes who was shouting that he wanted to enter the police station. However, the guard violently pushed him away, pointed at the man's nose, and told him to get lost or he would be arrested and locked up.

"Gently, gently, what's wrong?" Duomen quickly ran over to stop him.

The security guard looked annoyed: "Someone died in the house. Our people went to investigate, and it was a suicide, but he insists it was murder. He came to the police station first thing this morning and won't let it go."

“I already said it wasn’t suicide, my dad was really murdered! I heard a noise in the yard last night, and I clearly saw a dark figure climb over the wall and go out!”

The security guard immediately became impatient. "Who knows if you're hard of hearing or hard of seeing? We've already said it, our police station's ruling is suicide. Go back to where you came from and get out of here!"

Cao Wei Da: "."

Good grief, someone died in someone's home, they suspect homicide, and they even saw someone climb over the wall to get out, and they still define it as suicide?

How is it defined?
Isn't that blatant lying?

"Xiao Zhou, isn't there some misunderstanding here?" Duo Men wanted to say something on behalf of the victim's family, but Xiao Zhou bluntly rejected him.

"Master Duo, this is our jurisdiction. Please don't ask about this. Our team has been working hard these past few days, from dawn till dusk. Can you please not cause us any more trouble?"

Duomen opened his mouth, but in the end he could only shake his head with a wry smile, "Well, I was too talkative."

Looking at the man again, he was trembling with anger, his face flushed, and he seemed about to explode.

Cao Weida quickly grabbed him, then turned to the gatekeeper, "Xiao Zhou, I understand your hard work. How about this, I'll have Master Duo and I run this for you."

"You think you're so great?" Xiao Zhou scoffed. "Who are you to meddle in our district's affairs? Get lost!"

Cao Weida narrowed his eyes slightly, his forehead bulging. He was being insulted like this first thing in the morning. He wasn't a saint, so how could he not be angry?
"Dude, is it really necessary to get so angry? Did you eat firecrackers this morning?"

"What I eat is none of your business. Do whatever you want."

Xiao Zhou spat disdainfully, not even bothering to look directly at Sang Liuji. He was one of Sang Liuji's men and was used to being arrogant and domineering under Sang Liuji's wing.

Although Duomen was the patrol captain, he never took him seriously.

That's why they say kind people get bullied. Duomen is usually too honest, so when he encounters someone like Xiao Zhou who's a scoundrel, he's not afraid at all.

If he had insulted others like this, or even Duomen himself, he would have just laughed it off. But as the leader of Cao Weida, and especially since Duomen considered Cao Weida one of his own, his disrespectful behavior completely enraged Duomen.

Duomen may have a good temper, but that doesn't mean he never gets angry!

The smile that was usually on his lips disappeared, replaced by a grim expression.

With a stern face, Duomen still looked somewhat intimidating. "Xiao Zhou, leave yourself a way out, so you can meet again in the future."

“We’re all colleagues from the same police station, we see each other all the time, what you’re doing is going too far.”

Xiao Zhou wanted to retort, but when he met Duo Men's cold gaze, he was stunned.

What's going on?
Why is Duomen, who is usually so nice, suddenly so tough?
The unpleasant words that were on the tip of my tongue suddenly became impossible to utter, and the scene froze for a moment.

Just then, Sang Liuji's appearance broke the stalemate. "Hey, Master Duo, why are you so angry so early in the morning? Who offended you? It must take some skill to make you angry."

Sang Liuji walked over with his hands behind his back, walking with a pigeon-toed gait; he was clearly there to support Xiao Zhou.

(End of this chapter)