Cicada Moving

Chapter 198 Jishi Pharmacy (fifth update)

 Zhang Anren’s eyelids have been beating non-stop since he woke up in the morning, but as a complete atheist, he does not believe in any omens.

Rather than relying on these things, it is better to take daily confidentiality measures. The enemy will not stop coming just because you don't blink.

“Hurry up and hang up the sign.” Zhang Anren stood at the counter and shouted to the boy.

The waiter Ma Liu walked out holding the sign, and bumped into a group of people outside the door. Looking at each other's appearance, the waiter felt helpless.

He turned around and shouted: "Shopkeeper, there is a boss outside. Please come out quickly."

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, he was pushed aside by a few arrogant black men. Zuo Zhong glanced at the environment at the entrance of the pharmacy. It was very clean.

This does not mean hygiene, but it means that the view is very clean, without any obstructions, and the intersection has an unobstructed view in several directions. The location is very good.

It was an excellent surveillance point. He recalled the nearby map in his mind. Behind this pharmacy were several small alleys, and the terrain was very complex.

It is about a fifteen-minute drive from the nearest police station and further away from important party and government agencies. It is a very safe lurking point. According to the standards of the Secret Service, it can be called a Category A point.

Zuo Zhong's breathing quickened slightly and he adjusted his body to the best condition. If it were a Japanese secret hideout, a battle might break out at any time.

 He made a gesture with his hand behind his back. He knew that there must be men nearby observing him, so he had to be prepared in case of any eventuality, so as not to capsize in the gutter.

Zuo Zhong and the others walked in. The lobby of this Jishi Pharmacy was very large, more than twice the size of the previous one. Director Bai was very excited.

In terms of area, one hundred yuan should be doubled. He stepped to the front, looked around the store, and then frowned.

Jishi Pharmacy is large, but the decoration inside is very simple, filled with various medicine cabinets, and there are only a few old tables and chairs in the pick-up area.

Which store does not use the best things for its customers? Bai Wenzhi felt that the drugstore manager was a bit stingy. He was afraid that he would not be able to cough up the money so easily, so he had to overwhelm the other person with his momentum.

He twisted his eyebrows and said: "Who is the shopkeeper? We are from the New Life Promotion Association. We are here to check and clean today. All of you, please come out."

Zhang Anren walked out naturally: "I am the shopkeeper. I have thoroughly cleaned the dead spots inside and outside the store in the past two days. Please review it, sir."

Then he shouted to the dazed boy: "If you don't hurry up and make tea for the officers, you will be working here with a broken brand. Hurry up."

As he spoke, he glanced at the people coming. These black-skinned dogs were all old acquaintances, and they had been exploited by them many times before. However, these three white dogs in casual clothes deserved attention, as they had come with bad intentions.

Especially the fat man who spoke was tall and strong, with a loud voice. He should be a big official. There was a mark of wearing a hat on his forehead. He could not tell whether he was a soldier or a policeman.

Here, Bai Wenzhi raised his eyebrows: "I heard you mean you are not afraid of inspection. I will come to see your cleaning work. Take me to the kitchen quickly."

Zuo Zhong frowned as he looked at the young man running to make tea. Bai Wenzhi was really an idiot. He had to be strategic when asking for money. Besides threatening the store with the excuse of inspecting the kitchen, what else would he do?

"Okay, I'll take a few officers to the kitchen to take a look." Unexpectedly, the boss of Jishi Pharmacy was very tough and took them directly to the back of the lobby.

At this time, there was no need to check. The three of them walked away under the protection of black leather. Zuo Zhong observed calmly along the way. Everything was normal.

The eyes of the associates who were coming and going were fearful and evasive, and their bodies shrank unconsciously. In this era, we saw the reasonable reactions of the Kuomintang military and police. There was no trace of training in their actions, at least they were not professional agents.

The rooms that I passed by all had their doors and windows open for ventilation. The structure had not been modified. The layout of the courtyard had no available firepower points. There were many sharp glass particles inserted into the courtyard walls.

 It is a very standard anti-theft method for businesses, but it is rarely used by intelligence points, because although it can block possible secret infiltration, it also cuts off an emergency evacuation channel for personnel.

Especially when lurking in Jinling, where the national government has the strongest power, facing a forcible attack, let alone glass particles, even bombs will be useless. The Japanese will not do anything that will end their lives and cause more harm than good.

Zhang Anren, who was walking at the front, was also guessing about the identities of the remaining two uninvited guests.

 The older, short, middle-aged man should be a small cadre in the oil and water department of a certain agency. The cuff marks on his sleeves were clearly visible.

This is to prevent the ink and mimeographed paper from staining the clothes. He has to work, so he is not a big cadre. Plus, he is wearing an expensive foreign coat, so he must have made a lot of money.

By now, several people had walked outside the kitchen. Bai Wenzhi rushed in like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on food. He must find evidence of poor cleaning today.

Zhang Anren had a blank expression on his face, standing outside the door as if he was at a loss, and secretly focused his attention on the last young man.

There are no details about this person's clothing or body that could reveal his identity. His movements when walking are very normal, and his stride and arm swing are not constant. He is not like a strictly trained professional soldier or agent.

 At such a young age, he can be on an equal footing with two officials. This may be a second-generation ancestor who followed him to get gold, but his vigilance has not lowered. Things sometimes happen to such people. At this moment, Zuo Zhong and Zhang Anren, who were observing each other, happened to meet each other. Zhang Anren did not dodge, but smiled and nodded fawningly. His reaction was normal and in line with his identity.

Zuo Zhong came over with a smile and comforted him: "Don't worry, we are just here for a routine matter. If you just clean up, you will be fine."

 I am afraid even a fool would not believe this. Is there anyone who goes to the kitchen on a routine basis? Under normal circumstances, the kitchen is full of smoke and fire every day, and with the accumulation of straw and firewood, how can it meet the hygienic standards?

Zhang Anren's eyes showed disbelief at the right time, and he praised: "Sir, sir, you have worked really hard. We must abide by the provisions of the Chairman's New Life Movement and carefully clean up the store and personnel."

Zuo Zhong nodded happily and turned his gaze back to the kitchen. Bai asked anxiously and looked around like a big fat pig about to be slaughtered. He could not find anything in the kitchen that was not in compliance with the regulations.

 All the firewood was cut into regular lengths, the pots and pans were wiped neatly, and even more exaggeratedly, even the stove was cleaned according to regulations. Director Bai had met his match.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Zhong glanced at the shopkeeper next to him: "What do you call the shopkeeper? You are really the absolute standard of the New Life Movement."

"My surname is Zhang, and my given name is Anren." Zhang Anren replied respectfully. It was a pseudonym anyway.

“Anren, a benevolent person Anren.” Zuo Zhong muttered to himself: “There is only one person in the world who can be benevolent in the center. It seems that the shopkeeper’s family background has a long history.”

Zhang Anren was a little frightened: "I don't deserve to be praised by the superior. I don't know the meaning of the name given by a country scholar. The superior is really well-read."

Zuo Zhong looked at him seriously and shouted to Bai Wenzhi: "Old Bai, look for it slowly. Don't be in a hurry. Lao Yang and I will go to the warehouse to have a look."

Zhang Anren became more and more wary. This young man actually talked like this to that high-status military and police cadre. Where did he get the confidence?

On the face, he bent down and said: "I took the two officers to the warehouse. The police station also comes to check and count the quantities on weekdays. Only Zhang has the key."

Section Chief Yang didn't care. He came to this **** supervision group just to please Zuo Zhong. It didn't matter where he went or what he saw. He happily followed Zuo Zhong to the warehouse under the leadership of Zhang Anren.

The warehouse of Jishi Pharmacy is very large. It is located at the deepest part of the courtyard. There is a huge cement platform near the courtyard wall to facilitate the loading and unloading of trucks. Zuo Zhong made a rough estimate and found that it is enough to store all the medicines in the underground factory.

“Shopkeeper Zhang, please open the door.”

 “Okay, please wait a moment, sir.”

Zhang Anren took out a bunch of keys from his waist and opened the warehouse door according to Zuo Zhong's request. A smell of Chinese medicine rushed towards him, which was very pungent.

“Yawn.” Section Chief Yang sneezed and quickly picked up a handkerchief to block his nose.

“I’m sorry, I have rhinitis. I get sick every early spring. I can’t help but sneeze when I smell an irritating smell.” He explained.

Zuo Zhong also covered his mouth and nose with his hands and took a look inside. Several piles of Chinese medicine and several boxes of Western medicine were placed in the center of the warehouse, while other places were empty.

He asked casually: "Shopkeeper Zhang, isn't your warehouse too wasteful? Aren't you afraid that such a big warehouse can't find the owner of the goods, so it just sits empty?"

 Zhang Anren smiled bitterly: "Whoever does business doesn't want to make money, but these are all medicinal materials. Firstly, I am afraid of being squeezed, and secondly, the smell is strong, and I am afraid that it will contaminate other goods with the smell, so I can't find a suitable owner."

The explanation was very reasonable. Zuo Chongjian waved his hand to close the door when he couldn't ask anything. At the same time, he said as if he was joking: "You can ask Section Chief Yang for help. He has many friends in Jinling City, so he might be able to help you find him." Anyone willing to rent a warehouse.”

Section Chief Yang was confused. Zuo Zhong didn’t look like a warm-hearted person. Why did he suddenly help a stranger? Was he trying to make money?

 Zhang Anren waved his hands repeatedly: "No way, Zhang has already placed an advertisement in the newspaper. I don't dare to trouble the two officers. Where else do you want to see it?"

Zuo Zhong smiled even brighter, turned around and walked back without saying a word, and finally met Bai Wenzhi in the lobby of Jishi Pharmacy. Director Bai's face looked ugly at this time. It was unreasonable to waste such a long time and get nothing.

Zhang Anren sent the group of people out the door respectfully. It was not until he saw the other party entering another pharmacy that he turned around and returned to the store with a solemn expression.

That young man is not a good person. In the end, it seemed that he was doing himself a favor, but in fact he was testing whether he really wanted to rent out the warehouse.

 Fortunately, he did place an advertisement in the newspaper, otherwise it would have been exposed and the organization would have suffered huge losses from the abandoned transfer warehouse.

 “Who is he?” Zhang Anren felt uneasy, always feeling that something was going to happen.

 (End of this chapter)