Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 405 Untitled

   "It's nothing." Quentin shook his head slightly, "Be careful in the future, don't let this happen again."

   "Hmm. The owner of the cigarette shop..." Clark felt that Quentin's method might be able to save another victim.

   "I believe you are not mistaken, the inspection team quietly put the book in, but we can't compete with the inspection team, we can only accept this matter and support the inspection team on the surface." Quentin said.

   "...Okay." Clark knew that he was not qualified to influence Quentin to do things. Quentin was very cautious in doing things, and saving him was already a risk. If he spoke directly for the owner of the tobacco shop, he would arouse the suspicion of the inspection team.

  Seeing that Clark was depressed, Quentin changed the subject: "He can't die."

"Um?"

   "I tried my best." Quentin briefly talked about the content of his conversation with the captain of the inspection team.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the safest way, as long as you can't die, the boss has a young daughter, if he is killed so innocently, it will be ruined for his family Same hit."

"That's good, that's good..." Sitting on the side, Stuart was also thankful for the owner of the Tobacco Hotel. If Clark and Quentin hadn't come forward to help, the boss would have died, "Comrade Clark, you too, although saving People's original intentions are good, but it's definitely not worth it to come forward rashly and not save the adult, but also put yourself in it."

   "The time is too urgent, and I don't have time to think of a solution... Sorry to trouble you." Clark felt ashamed.

  Verak arranged for him to come here, more because he wanted him to take care of the new comrades.

   Unexpectedly, he was the first to get into trouble, and the comrades who still needed to be taken care of were worried about his safety and came to help.

   "It's over." Quentin didn't intend to delve into this matter.

   "By the way, Comrade Quentin, how did you become the owner of the tavern?" Stuart asked about something he hadn't figured out just now.

  Clark looked at Quentin with the same doubt.

  They were all assigned to the most difficult positions, so why was Quentin different from them?

   "Do you still remember that we hid in the small town before we entered Winterhold?"

"Remember."

"Remember."

  Quentin clarified his layout: "At that time, I was ordered to enter Winterhold once and passed through Heping Street."

   "You said that." Stuart remembered very clearly that it was precisely because Quentin mentioned that he had seen the settlers on Peace Street that they finally came here to exercise and collect information.

"At that time, I felt that Heping Street would play a vital role in the future revolution, so I proposed to the station chief Cosmo and the others to build another secret station on Heping Street, and they built it." Quentin said. It's easy to say.

  Clark and Stuart were in a daze when they heard this.

  They had never heard of such a big event before, but Quentin, who basically stayed with them, seemed to be deeply involved in it.

   "I, why didn't we know about this, and you never mentioned it..." Stuart first looked at Clark, and after confirming that Clark didn't know, he asked.

"Because I just proposed it to them. Although they thought it made sense at first, they didn't plan to implement it due to the shortage of manpower. The real decision to establish it was because we were going to practice in the past. This is a suitable opportunity. planning." Quentin explained.

   "So, you just found out soon, right?" Stuart regained his mental balance.

  He first found out that Quentin was a little uncomfortable when he was the tavern owner, thinking that it was the superiors who treated them differently.

   After hearing the first half of Quentin's explanation, the uncomfortable feeling became more intense.

  He understands that comrades have different priorities, and there are deviations in the understanding of some information, but they are all involved in this matter, but only a few of them are kept in the dark.

   It's not fair.

   "I only found out about this when I was about to allocate resettlement points after I came here." Quentin saw the change in Stuart's mood.

   "Then how did you become the boss?" Stuart asked.

   "At that time, Station Master Cosmo wanted to assign me to work in a place similar to yours, but I refused. I—"

"Refused?"

   "Can you still refuse?"

  Stuart and Clark exclaimed together.

  When Cosmo arranged for them to work in breakfast shops and restaurants, they certainly didn't accept it in their hearts, but for the sake of the overall situation, they obeyed the arrangement.

  How is Quentin different from them? Can you still refuse? It seems that Cosmo respected his choice?

"Maybe it's on you, it's useless to refuse." Quentin said frankly, "You really need this exercise, and the facts have proved that you are not mature when encountering things. Comrade Clark He stepped in for someone else and got himself arrested. Comrade Stuart also seemed to have no good solution, but in the end he tried to rescue Comrade Clark..."

   Clark lowered his head.

   Stuart was also a little ashamed. If Quentin hadn't appeared, he might have been taken away by now.

"These positions are suitable for you, they will help you temper your character, and help you make up for the most important short board. And I, I have experienced enough when I was in Laizein, these are of little significance to me , so after I learned from the Cosmo stationmaster that they were going to build a secret site, I applied to join it and served as the person in charge of the secret site, ostensibly pretending to be the owner of the tavern." Quentin explained the situation completely out.

   "So it's like this..." Stuart convinced Quentin.

  He is a very proud person. When most people speak confidently in front of him, he will refute the other party without mercy.

  Quentin is an exception.

   Quentin will bluntly say how good he is, but he doesn't mean to brag, it's just to explain something to everyone.

   Stuart couldn't hate him, on the contrary, after seeing his methods, he admired him very much.

   "Then have you gained anything these past few days?" Clark was concerned about the operation of the secret site.

   "The substation is short of manpower. Apart from me, there is only one comrade here—the bartender who is in charge of receiving you."

   "He too?!"

   "I didn't recognize it at all..."

  Stuart and Clark were shocked again.

"You haven't formally dealt with each other yet, so he knows you, but you don't know him." Quentin slightly opened the door of the cubicle, and saw the bartender busy entertaining guests through the crack of the door, so he didn't call him in, "Wait for him When I'm done, I'll ask him to come over and introduce him."

"Comrade Quentin, I have an idea." Stuart's brain became active, "Since you are the person in charge of the secret site here, and we have all met, why not let everyone come over and let's do it together." Doing something is better than doing coolies dryly, right?"

"Comrade Stuart is right. Rather than being a meaningless waiter, I want to help those residents here. Today's incident with the owner of the tobacco shop is not an exception. The inspection team is almost lawless here, and someone has to check and balance They." Clark didn't want to see any more smoking hotel owners being framed.

   "That's right, our breakfast shop was also blackmailed by the guards this morning, and our boss's head is still blown..." Stuart looked serious and told the two of what happened at the breakfast shop.

   "This group of guards are really bastards! If this is in Laizein, I will never spare them!" Clark heard his chest heaving violently, wishing to arrest those guards and judge them now.

   Quentin saw the performance of the two of them in his eyes, and first raised his glass to signal them to drink some kvass to calm down: "What you think is exactly what I want to do next."

   "You also want to unite everyone to do something?" Stuart's eyes lit up.

"Well. If there are no accidents, we will stay here for half a month." Quentin nodded, "First of all, it is undeniable that you all need to exercise, but staying in the store for half a month and working hard, I think It is not possible to maximize the effect of this exercise.”

"That's right! People have turned into walking corpses after half a month. What's the talk of revolution?" Stuart is extremely supportive of Quentin's idea. Anyway, he doesn't want to stay in the breakfast shop any longer, even though he I also feel that it has benefited a lot.

"I've already discussed this point with Station Master Cosmo and Comrade Verak. They affirmed my opinion and agreed to reduce the work to a part of this exercise. Joining the secret site and planning some tasks together is the purpose of exercise. Part two," Quentin said.

   Plan some missions together!

  Stuart's eyes suddenly became hot.

   Clark, whose face was gradually filled with a smile, asked, "Does the planning mission refer to doing something in Heping Street?"

"Yes."

   "It means that we can find a way to attack those patrol teams and try to protect the residents here, right?" Stuart further confirmed excitedly.

"Yes."

   "Okay! This is what we should do!" After arriving at Winterhold, the development of things finally moved a little towards the route Stuart expected.

  They are going to do something!

   Use practical actions to help the people avoid exploitation and oppression!

"Don't worry." Quentin raised his hand and stabilized Stuart and Clark. "That's the plan, but the first part of the exercise shouldn't be too hasty. You still have to stay here for the first five days. In your respective positions, go to work and understand things. The deeper you know about Heping Street, the better we can carry out the second part of the exercise."

   "No problem!" Stuart answered happily.

  From fifteen days to five days, and five days later, everyone will plan a meaningful mission together. This sense of anticipation alone is enough to support him through the difficult days and nights.

"I know that Comrade Oscar is doing street cleaning, and Comrade Connie is working as a servant in a family. Don't rush to tell them about this. It's not too late to explain when the time comes." If Clark hadn't had an emergency, Quentin had to help, and he also didn't intend to disclose the matter to the two in advance.

   Knowing that they will be free in a few days to perform their dream tasks, the sense of anticipation will actually affect the effect of exercise.

  Quentin hoped that they would find other strengths that could help them survive.

"clear."

"OK."

   "Counting today, there are three days left. Don't cause any trouble for the two of you in these three days. We can't attract the attention of the inspection team frequently, which is not conducive to the formulation and development of follow-up tasks." Quentin told the two.

   "But what if the inspection team will frame the residents and put them to death in the next few days?" Clark did not readily agree.

"They are not as arrogant and domineering as you imagined. As long as the people don't fight against them, they won't make trouble for nothing." Quentin took a sip of his wine, "You work opposite the Tobacco Hotel, who is the owner of the Tobacco Hotel? You should understand that only people like him who don't want to be taken advantage of will cause disaster, but how many people like this are here?"

   "Maybe there were many before, but now..." Clark was a little emotional.

   "I know this is sad, but looking at it from another angle, it also has its benefits." Quentin spread his hands.

While they were chatting, Stuart drank up Kvass: "Phew...it's delicious...By the way, Quentin, do you have any idea about the follow-up plan? Dealing with this group of patrol guards is very tricky Very."

   "There are some, let's share them after we officially meet in a few days." Quentin didn't break the rules he set, and discussed too much the content of the second part during the first part of the exercise.

   "Okay." Stuart basically understood Quentin's meaning, and planned to observe and observe more in private, and put forward valuable suggestions after everyone gathered, becoming the key contributor to the success of the final plan.

"You all should have work to do, go back to work first, and I will send someone to notify you to gather in three days." Quentin didn't keep two more people, and invited them to drink some kvass for free, and after explaining the ins and outs of the matter clearly, Then ask them to return to their respective positions and continue to exercise.

   "I don't even know if I can work when I go back..." Clark smiled wryly.

  In order to distance himself from him, the owner of the restaurant fired him in front of everyone before he was taken away by the inspection team.

   "You need to overcome these small problems by yourself." Quentin smiled back.

   "Okay." Clark didn't intend to cause more trouble to others, and he was confident that he could solve work matters by himself.

   "Then let's go first, see you in three days." Stuart was full of energy, got up and greeted Quentin, and left the tavern with Clark.

  Before leaving the tavern, when passing by the comrade disguised as a bartender, he and Clark made eye contact with him silently, and they knew each other.

   "I have to go back this way." After walking side by side for a short distance, Stuart and Clark came to a fork in the road.

   "Thank you today too." Clark thanked Stuart.

   "I can't help you at all, you're welcome." Stuart waved his hand and walked towards the breakfast shop with ease.

  Clark took a deep breath and returned to the restaurant with a smile on his face.

  (end of this chapter)