nycdaug Chapter 462 I'd like a jianbing guozi, with two eggs!
Chapter 462 I'd like a jianbing guozi, with two eggs!
The two shook hands, and Zhong Yuemin pulled Zhang Haiyang forward, introducing him:
"Director Liu, this is my comrade-in-arms, Zhang Haiyang, a top-notch reconnaissance soldier with impeccable military skills. His father is a staff officer in the military region..." He didn't hide anything and gave a brief introduction of his family background.
Liu Daqiang's eyes lit up as he looked Zhang Haiyang up and down, his smile becoming even warmer:
"A tiger cub from a military family! Good, your comrade-in-arms Zhong Yuemin is definitely right!"
He made the decision immediately, without any hesitation.
"Alright, you two come back to the station with me now. The formalities will be processed immediately. Haiyang, the Criminal Investigation Brigade is short of a deputy captain. You can start there and get familiar with the job. Yuemin, you'll be the captain, and you two can continue working together."
"Director Liu, I'll pass." Zhong Yuemin waved his hand.
"That won't work!"
Liu Daqiang's expression turned serious, and his tone became almost earnest.
"Yuemin, I've been waiting for you to be discharged from the army and come help me. Now that the day has finally come, you can't just abandon me. What, do you have a better place to go?"
"No way!"
Zhong Yuemin smiled and gestured towards the resettlement office building.
"I was just assigned here by them, to the security department of a state-owned factory, to guard the gate."
"That's ridiculous!"
Liu Daqiang's voice even rose a few decibels.
"Letting someone like you work as a gatekeeper? That's a complete waste of talent! No way, you have to come!"
"Director Liu, I really can't go. I appreciate your kindness."
Zhong Yuemin spoke gently.
"My comrade-in-arms is absolutely capable. He's been through thick and thin, and his reconnaissance, combat, and adaptability are all top-notch. With him in the criminal investigation team, I can't say we'll solve every case, but he'll definitely be a sharp blade and a great help. I won't join the fray."
"then you……"
Liu Daqiang got anxious, "You're just going to stay here like this? Living off your old man's retirement pension?"
Zhong Yuemin smiled:
"Director Liu, don't worry about that. I won't go hungry. You know a thing or two. I used to do some small business, and I could make a living."
Liu Daqiang was speechless for a moment. He knew, of course, that this man in front of him was far more than just "doing a small business." Back in the 1970s, he had even helped people with the permits to go to Hong Kong. With this guy's skills and shrewdness, his business was definitely not small.
He also realized that once this kid made up his mind, no one could force him to change it, so he sighed heavily and patted him on the shoulder forcefully.
“I’ll keep the position for you. You can come anytime you want. To be honest, I owe my current position to you…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but the gratitude in his eyes was genuine.
Finally, Zhang Haiyang followed Liu Daqiang into the jeep and headed straight to the branch office to complete the formalities.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the car drive away. It was noon, and his stomach was empty. The street outside the resettlement office compound was gradually becoming lively, with even more food stalls appearing. He went over to the pancake stall...
"Boss, a jianbing guozi, with two eggs."
"Okay, wait a minute!"
The stall owner was a lean, middle-aged man. He deftly scooped up a spoonful of batter and was making it when his expression suddenly changed. His face scrunched up, and the spoon in his hand trembled.
"Oh dear... Big brother, I'm so sorry!"
The stall owner stood with his legs crossed, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I...I suddenly have a stomachache, I really can't hold it in anymore, I need to go to the toilet, so...why don't you...would you like to relieve yourself?" Before she finished speaking, she was already half-hunched over, looking like she was about to "leak" at any moment.
Zhong Yuemin laughed and waved his hand:
"Alright, hurry up and go, don't really mess things up. I'll watch over things here for you."
The stall owner, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, said "Thank you, brother," and then, clutching his stomach, sprinted awkwardly towards the public toilet across the street.
Zhong Yuemin shook his head, went around to the back of the stall, and took over the work with a professional air.
I scooped up the batter, spread it out, and cracked an egg into it. My technique wasn't as skillful as the vendor's, but it was still passable.
The first pancake came out of the pan, he rolled it up, took a big bite, chewed it...
Hmm, the cooking time is alright, and the sauce flavor is just right.
While eating, they waited for the stall owner to return. Just then, a young woman walked out of the resettlement office compound. She was wearing a faded old naval uniform, with a straight posture and a heroic air about her, but her complexion was clearly not good.
Clutching a few sheets of paper, he walked straight to the stall, his voice clear but tinged with anger:
"Master, a pancake, with two eggs!"
Zhong Yuemin looked up and replied:
"Okay, just a moment, I'll be right there."
While busy making another pancake, I casually remarked:
"What's wrong, young lady? Did you suffer any mistreatment inside?"
These words were like a floodgate opening; the girl's pent-up anger flared up, and she was just looking for someone to confide in.
"Absolutely! Those people inside are so arrogant, they're practically pointing their noses at the sky. I just asked a couple of questions about my job assignments, and wow, they were so impatient... I don't owe them anything, who cares? I'm not going to starve without the resettlement office, am I? Humph!"
Zhong Yuemin listened, but his hands didn't stop. However, since he wasn't a professional, while listening to the complaints, he was a bit distracted while making pancakes on the griddle. The dough wasn't spread evenly and broke. When he cracked an egg, his hand slipped and a small piece of eggshell got in.
"Hey, Master!"
The girl, with her sharp eyes, immediately pointed it out.
"The dough is torn, and there's even eggshell inside. Your skills... are you new to this?"
Just as Zhong Yuemin was about to explain, a commotion suddenly broke out at the other end of the street, and someone shouted at the top of their lungs:
"The city management officers are coming! Run!"
Several fruit and boxed lunch vendors nearby scattered like birds in the blink of an eye, some pushing carts and others carrying boxes.
He's obviously a seasoned pro, very experienced; he's probably been chased away quite a few times!
Zhong Yuemin almost choked on his pancake. Well, he was just helping someone mind their stall, and this is what happened?
That's absolutely perfect!
He glanced back in the direction of the public restroom, but the stall owner was nowhere to be seen. Oh well, might as well go all the way.
Without saying a word, he put the half-finished pancake covered in eggshell aside, quickly gathered up his odds and ends, and pushed the pancake cart into the alley diagonally opposite.
The special forces soldiers' physical fitness and explosive power were truly impressive; they instantly overtook the fleeing vendors and surged to the front.
"Hey, chef, my pancake!"
The naval girl was taken aback. Seeing that her "boss" was about to run away, she panicked and, disregarding everything else, took off chasing after him with her long legs.
"Don't run away! My jianbing guozi has two eggs in it!"
The alley was narrow, and the ground was paved with uneven bluestone slabs. Pushing the pancake cart made a clanging sound.
Zhong Yuemin pushed the cart forward at breakneck speed, the girl chasing closely behind. Her clear shouts echoed through the alley, unusually jarring, drawing the attention of the residents who opened their doors to see what was happening.
Don't run away? Egg?
Did this guy steal the girl's eggs?