Chapter 22: Stinky Feet Patrol, Dark-skinned Gouzi!
Being greedy for life and afraid of death is one thing, but crucially, they are all masters at doing business.
While other armies were fighting to the death, they were making a fortune from the war, and many in China, including the military and civilians, had bought supplies from them.
In their eyes, the war belongs to the Emperor, but their lives are their own; rather than stupidly risking their lives for that bullshit Emperor, doing business is more practical.
It even led to jokes that whoever earned less money would be laughed at by people from other divisions.
If this person really is an officer from the Osaka Division, Cao Weida could already imagine that he was going to get rich.
As they drank more and more, the little devils’ actions became increasingly unrestrained.
They were just concerned that holding a group P session in the private room might not be a good influence, otherwise, they really couldn’t wait to have an all-out orgy right away.
“Oh, Cao Sang, really sorry, I’m a bit overwhelmed by the alcohol, so I’ll go upstairs to rest first.” Matsui Koji staggered to his feet, with two hostesses tightly pressed against him on left and right, supporting him.
They had no choice but to stick close; his hands were practically lifting them up from below. When getting up, Cao Weida clearly saw that the spot where they had been sitting was a bit wet.
Cao Weida smiled sleazily, “Matsui-kun, take it easy tonight, don’t overwork yourself.”
“Hahaha~~ Cao Sang, I’m not bragging to you, I can handle ten!”
“I believe that!” Cao Weida smiled even more sleazily, “Then I wish Matsui-kun a pleasant night.”
“Ono-kun, Fujita-kun, Duobian-kun, a moment of spring is worth a thousand gold; we can’t waste any more time, that would be a crime!”
The group immediately laughed sleazily along.
Cao Weida had another dream; this time it was two vixens sucking his yang energy too fiercely. It was only because of his strong physique that he wasn’t left with weak legs.
He held out fine, but someone else was sucked so hard they could barely walk straight.
Sure enough, Ono Shiota came out trembling in the legs, shaky and unsteady.
Cao Weida stepped forward to support Ono Shiota, who was shaking his legs even while walking, and smiled ambiguously: “Ono-kun, did you have a good time last night?”
“Yōshi, good time, a fantastic time!” Even with his calves trembling, Ono Shiota’s mouth still showed a reminiscing smile.
For men, there are four things they pursue until death: alcohol, sex, wealth, and power.
What’s promotion and wealth for?
Isn’t it all for these four?
Alcohol: last night they drank happily; sex: that lingering look says it all.
Wealth: already in the pocket; power: even more so.
These four, he’s had them all these past two days. Ono Shiota at this moment was full of vigor; he even performed exceptionally last night!
“Then I’m relieved. Your enjoyment is my greatest affirmation.” Although saying this made Cao Weida feel nauseous himself, there was no choice; he had to endure the disgust and pretend it came straight from the heart.
There’s a saying: to shine in front of others, you must suffer behind the scenes first.
To live comfortably for the next year or so, he must firmly hold onto Ono Shiota’s thigh.
“Yōshi, Cao Sang, you’ve gone to trouble; it’s even a new car, too extravagant, really too extravagant.”
“It should be, it should be. By the way, where are Duobian-kun and the others?”
Ono Shiota smacked his lips, “They work at the Gendarmerie Headquarters; they don’t have our freedom. They went back to work early this morning.”
“You know, that rebel hasn’t been caught yet, and instead they lost another brave warrior of the Empire; they’ve been very busy these past few days.”
Busy my ass; if they were that busy, how would they have time to come here seeking pleasure?
It’s just putting on a show.
It’s not your Osaka people who died; just one life, how could it compare to the importance of exerting on women’s bellies?
“Hearing you say that makes me even more grateful.” Cao Weida put on a tearfully grateful expression; Ono Shiota was clearly very satisfied with this.
“Xiangzi, Xiangzi, hurry up, safely escort Officer Ono home; drive steadily on the road!”
“Oh, Cao Sang, you’re too polite; this is your monthly contract driver, right? Forget it, I’ll just call another car.”
“Serving me, how could it compare to the sense of achievement of serving Ono-kun? Get in, get in.”
“Then thank you, Cao Sang; I can’t refuse such hospitality.”
“No, no; Xiangzi, speed doesn’t need to be fast, but it must be comfortable; got it?”
“Don’t worry, Master.”
Xiangzi is obedient; whatever the Master says, he does.
Patriotism?
It’s not that there isn’t any, but how could little civilians have that level of spirit?
Just living their own easy life well is already quite difficult.
Xiangzi drove off with Ono Shiota; Cao Weida let out a long sigh of relief.
Watching the departing figures, Cao Weida couldn’t help but feel deeply emotional.
Since when did he change like this?
To bring glory to the motherland, I’ve even sold my looks; I’m too hard done by, and too great.
Cao Weida felt smug inside, humming a tune as he sauntered toward the police station.
The streets still had police and Chinese collaborators patrolling everywhere; there were far fewer ordinary people on the streets than usual.
“Selling cigarettes~~ Beiping brand, Da Qian Men, Mainland brand, Sanpaotai~~”
“Sir, what would you like?”
Hearing the cigarette vendor’s call nearby, he touched his nearly empty cigarette pack in his pocket; Cao Weida looked toward the sound.
Not far away, a girl hawking cigarettes on the street with a basket over her arm was holding a wooden cigarette case; in front stood several ruffians with arrogant expressions.
The ruffians looked defiant, smirking slyly, flipping through pack after pack, muttering nonstop:
“What kind of cigarettes are these? They’re all damp.”
The cigarette-selling girl looked distressed at the mess they made of her cigarettes but didn’t dare say anything.
“Not to nag you, Mohe, you’re so pretty; it’s such a waste to be selling cigarettes on the street.”
“Why don’t you come with me? I’ll make sure you eat well and live well, and enjoy the pleasures of man and woman to the fullest.”
Not satisfied with just words, his hands started groping toward the girl.
The girl called Mohe screamed in fright and flailed to knock his hand away: “Don’t touch me! I’m telling you, if you do this again, I’ll call the police!”
“Yōshi, still so feisty; I like it.” The little thug not only didn’t hold back but laughed loudly; the surrounding ruffians laughed along.
“You think telling those stinking patrolmen will help? Go ask; which patrolman dares to mess with Biao Ye’s business!”
The group of younger brothers immediately cackled mockingly.
Normally, these gangsters should fear those in police uniforms; at least they’d keep a low profile and tuck tail.
However, reality is awkward: these gangsters do show enough respect to patrol captains and above, even some fear.
But for the bottom-level patrolmen, they have zero fear.
Stinking patrolmen, black-skinned collaborators— they toss these terms around casually to show off their toughness.
Why?
Because basically all patrolmen are locals with families.
If they stir up trouble, they might get revenge in secret.
Moreover, since ancient times, black and white paths are intertwined; anyone who can stand as a thug has some connections behind them.
Once a little patrolman offends these gangsters, not only must they watch for secret revenge, but their uniform might even get stripped off.
Actually, it’s not just now; it’s like this in any era.
That’s why most patrolmen follow the principle of avoiding trouble; few patrolmen bother these ruffians and scoundrels, and they even dodge them when seen.
Over time, these ruffians think all these patrolmen are cowards, which only fuels their arrogance even more.
Just as they were smug and the Mohe girl looked fearful, an untimely voice rang out:
“Short in stature, but quite the big mouth.”
Right in the middle of showing off, suddenly interrupted; the thug boss calling himself Biao Ye instantly got angry.
“Who!” The thug boss glared furiously; upon seeing Cao Weida in his black uniform, a sneer curled at his lips:
“Yōshi, who’s this? Isn’t this the patrolman who protects our Beiping public order?”
Then, feigning confusion, he asked his sidekick: “By the way, what are patrolmen also called?”
The sidekick egged on: “What else? Stinking patrolmen, black-skinned collaborators!”
Hahaha~~
The group of younger brothers burst into loud laughter, openly mocking Cao Weida, the uniformed patrolman.
The Biao Ye who was laughing heartily one second had a darkened face the next, jabbing a finger at Cao Weida’s chest, saying coldly:
“Which pants crotch did you slip out of without being tied tight! Daring to meddle in my business! Do you know how many eyes the Horse King has!”
Not far away, a patrolman noticed the situation, face changing; he hurried over, pulled Cao Weida back a bit, and smiled obsequiously at Biao Ye:
“Biao Ye, Biao Ye, really sorry; he’s new and doesn’t know the rules yet. Please calm down; you’re magnanimous.”
People love a spectacle; with the dispute here, quite a few ordinary people gathered around intentionally or not.
Hearing this patrolman’s words, they all showed contempt on their faces.
“Zong Xiangfang?” Seeing the newcomer, Cao Weida was surprised, “What are you doing here?”
“Cao’er, we’ll talk about this later.” Zong Xiangfang smiled bitterly; is this the time for that?
Weird; Cao Weida, who along with him is one of the Three Cowards of the Rat’s Gallbladder in the Outer Fifth District, used to run at the first sign of danger—not just avoiding, but oiling the soles of his feet.
How come today he’s stepping up?
“Yōshi, so it’s Zong Ye,” Biao Ye smirked mockingly, eyes threatening, “What, you planning to stick up for him?”
Zong Xiangfang hurriedly waved his hands, “Biao Ye, you’re joking; how am I any ‘Ye’? You’re the real boss.”
“My brother here is clueless; don’t mind him. Give me some face.”
“Tch, give you face? What are you! Get the hell out of the way!”
Cao Weida could clearly see the anger flashing in Zong Xiangfang’s eyes and found it amusing inside.
