Chapter 13: I’ve Been Timid As A Mouse Since I Was Little
With the matters settled, it was naturally time for eating, drinking, and fun.
Especially with the addition of several girls, the atmosphere became even more lively.
These maidservants disguised as waitresses might look around thirty years old, but women of this age are truly at their most charming, every frown and smile, every move exuding the allure of a mature woman.
Crucially, they weren’t like young girls who were self-important and pretentious; their service was attentive to the smallest detail, their skills in attending to people more proficient than the last.
Their half-hearted rejections were played to perfection, mouths saying “oh no” while their bodies kept burrowing into your arms—it was irresistibly tempting.
Working here as a maidservant, one clearly had to know how to please men; in that half-push half-acceptance, the desire to conquer was something few men could resist.
But if you really wanted to get more reckless, they turned coquettish, pushing back with force smaller than a cat’s, scratching at the men’s hearts like cat claws.
In this way, after a few cups of wine, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the small private room.
The boss lady appeared in the private room at the right moment, with an ambiguous smile: “Ono-kun, Fujita-kun, distinguished guests, the rooms are ready, you can go rest anytime.”
“Yōshi, I am not strong with alcohol, I do need to rest in a room.” Ono Shiota stood up unsteadily, grinning sleazily at the others:
“What about you all, continue drinking, or are you planning to disappoint these fine ladies’ good intentions?”
Matsui Koji wore the same grin, a softness in his hand, laughing amid his female companion’s coquettish “oh no”: “How could we do something so ungentlemanly? Let’s go, let’s go, these beauties have drunk too much and need rest, we are gentlemen!”
Cao Weida had a nightmare, dreaming of a beautiful female demon baring her teeth at him nonstop, his yang energy flowing into her body.
The next morning, standing at the entrance of Youtaojing Restaurant, Cao Weida stretched lazily.
This counts as bringing glory to the country, right?
In his previous life, he had thought more than once about bringing glory to the country this way, but even after transmigrating, he hadn’t achieved it.
Unexpectedly, it was after transmigrating that he fulfilled this wish.
It had to be said, it truly lived up to being the origin of his childhood enlightenment teacher’s homeland—the skills were no exaggeration.
Smacking his lips, he glanced back at Youtaojing’s sign, “Gotta come take care of business more often in the future; opportunities to bring glory to the country aren’t always around.”
Whatever, can’t always think about the gentle village, still need to quickly handle things with Ono Shiota and the others; time is tight.
“Rickshaw.”
Cao Weida waved his hand.
“Coming!! Yo, sir, it’s you, what fate!”
Fate my ass!
More like monkey shit!
Cao Weida was annoyed; he never expected it to be Wen San this damn thing: “Let me ask, where nearby sells smokes?”
“.Just across the alley next door.”
“Thanks.” Cao Weida left without a second thought, not even glancing at him.
Wen San: “.”
Damn, picking on your grandpa first thing in the morning, damn black-skinned Gouzi!
Bah!!
At the entrance of Outer Fifth District Police Station, Cao Weida tossed five dimes to the rickshaw puller, entering the police station amid the puller’s endless thanks, nearly thanking eight generations of his ancestors.
Just as he entered, he was stopped by Duomen who had been waiting.
“Buddy, you didn’t come back last night, nothing happened, right?”
Duomen’s face was full of worry, this care coming from the heart.
Cao Weida felt it, warmth in his heart, “Master Duo, rest assured, I’m fine and dandy.”
Looking around, he lowered his voice: “Wasn’t I accompanying Ono Shiota and them? Drank late, so found a place to crash for the night.”
“Right, why’d you come so early? With Ono covering us.”
“Better to keep a low profile.” Duomen was a low-key and reserved man, teaching Cao Weida with his philosophy of life.
“Though we’ve latched onto Ono’s thigh, better to stay low-key daily, roll call when needed, patrol when needed, can’t give people something to talk about.”
“This police station has many eyes and ears, can’t tell who’s who, avoid jealousy.”
“Yeah, I listen to Master Duo.” Cao Weida wasn’t one to get arrogant upon success; he never thought of lording it over everyone with a bit of status.
Such people were often stupid and died the fastest.
“As long as you know, I’m relieved.” Though only half a year together, he knew a bit of Cao Weida’s character.
He feared Cao Weida suddenly rising and becoming impetuous.
Seeing him still true to himself, he naturally wasn’t too worried.
Still, some words he had to remind: “Though we’ve latched onto Ono Shiota, you must always know your status, never truly treat him as a friend.”
For Duomen’s nagging, he felt no impatience, rather quite appreciative, smiling: “Master Duo, rest assured, not to mention ‘those not of our kin must have differing hearts,’ just their status isn’t something we can climb now.”
“Rest assured, I won’t really see myself as his friend, staying alert in my heart.”
“You forgot, I’m one of the famous Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder in our sub-bureau, timid as a mouse since childhood.”
Hearing Cao Weida tease himself this way, Duomen couldn’t help laughing, pointing a finger, “You, you, I was fooled by you before too, how are you timid as a mouse? You’re bold as brass!”
The two chatted and laughed while checking in; Cao Weida looked around, puzzled: “Master Duo, why hasn’t the bureau chief come today? Search over?”
“No way, still early, he.” About to say something, Duomen spotted someone coming and immediately shut his mouth.
Cao Weida looked over and saw the funeral stick that damn thing strutting over.
“Master Duo, I’ll go handle something first.” Cao Weida didn’t want to deal with the funeral stick, afraid he’d lose control and slap him.
Better endure for now, wait until relations with Ono Shiota and them are solid, then settle accounts with that damn funeral stick.
“Don’t know which bastard the Resistance Warriors killed, or how they’re doing now; better not get caught, get an infection and die.”
Anti-inflammatory drugs were controlled items these days; even hospitals needed reports to use them.
The little devils didn’t know where these people were; Cao Weida naturally knew even less, not even how many they were. Even wanting to help, he had no way; he could only pray for them in his heart.
Thinking this, he made his way to the Confidential Section.
Knock knock~~
“Brother, is Zheng Chaoyang here?”
“There, just arrived, writing materials over there.”
Cao Weida looked following the direction, and Zheng Chaoyang, hearing his name, looked over too.
“Cao Weida?” Zheng Chaoyang raised a brow; outsiders knew the Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder, and as an insider, he knew even better.
But he didn’t know him; why suddenly call him out by name?
Though unsure of the reason, he still got up and came over, “Buddy, what’s up?”
He stayed vigilant, mind racing, wondering if he’d shown any flaw these days.
As a Communist Party sleeper agent, he faced exposure risk at every moment.
Maybe a small detail would expose his sleeper identity.
“Brother Chaoyang, need your help with something; haven’t had breakfast? Let’s grab some together?”
Zheng Chaoyang raised a brow again—need his help?
He was just a section member in Confidential Section, no power, no connections—what could he help with?
Could it be suspicion, testing him?
But it didn’t seem so; with Cao Weida’s timid character, if suspicious, he’d either report up directly or pretend ignorance—did he have the courage to probe personally?
If not, fine; if so, no fear of killing him?
Thoughts raced, but in an instant, Zheng Chaoyang showed his signature fake smile: “Oh, someone treating to breakfast? Such a good thing?”
“I’m hungry too; shall we go now?”
Dou Yichu, in the private room.
“Boss, two bowls of tofu pudding, two baskets of shao mai, deliver to the private room.”
Zheng Chaoyang was surprised, “Whoa, Brother Cao, nice; I’m benefiting from you. Heard of Dou Yichu before, first time here.”
“This is nothing, sit.”
After ordering breakfast and it arriving, Cao Weida closed the door, pulled out smokes and offered one: “Have one?”
Zheng Chaoyang hesitated, then took it.
“Spit it out, brother, what’s the matter? Treating me so grandly here, must be something.”
Cao Weida lit his smoke, took a drag, white smoke slowly puffing from his nostrils, nodded,
“Yeah, need your help with something; got a batch of goods, want to sell through your transport route.”
Before he finished, Zheng Chaoyang was startled, waving to interrupt: “Afraid you got the wrong guy, brother; guts too big, spilling this without checking?”
“Today I pretend I heard nothing, you said nothing; this meal, looks like no good fortune for me, goodbye.”
“Brother Chaoyang, no need for that,” Cao Weida chuckled, blocking him, “If I didn’t have full confidence, how’d I approach you.”
Not waiting for rebuttal, he continued leisurely:
“Xian Dengkui, need I spell it out more?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zheng Chaoyang’s heart jolted but he denied dead, face showing anger:
“Cao Weida, we’re colleagues at least, no old grudges or new hatred; dumping this shit on me? Not very proper!”
“This is a beheading matter, you know!”
He was a Communist Party sleeper agent, not just gathering intelligence, but crucially using his position to transport urgently needed supplies from the rear.
And the transport route was Xian Dengkui’s secret channel.
If Cao Weida was really sent by the little devils to probe, admitting it meant a charge of selling war supplies sufficient for execution by firing squad!
His death was trivial, but delaying the Communist Party’s needed intelligence and supplies—that crime would be great!
“Looks like Brother Chaoyang still doesn’t trust me.” Cao Weida smiled, not surprised; after all, this concerned his life—how could two words make him admit?
He was an old sleeper agent.
Forget two words—even with solid evidence, he’d argue.
“Brother Chaoyang, sit, sit; why so worked up? No malice; rather, I need your help.”
Zheng Chaoyang seemed very angry, no intention to sit, “Not dumping shit on me is thanks enough; I’m just a small section member, no power to help you.”
“If nothing else, I’m leaving; today I haven’t seen you, heard nothing!”
“Brother Chaoyang, no need to be so tense; I really need your help.” Cao Weida’s face turned serious; facing an agent like Zheng Chaoyang, without sincerity, he absolutely wouldn’t believe, even every word!
