Chapter 75: Chapter 70 You Have Made rit Again
Afraid that the sister working as a radiotelegraphist at the Binjiang Port radio station might not be on the right side to see his hand gestures, Han Yu turned around and signaled two more tis.
Although Shen Rulan clearly saw Little Salted Fish coming, he didn’t enter the restaurant right away. Worried that he might get lost, she hurried out to find him.
Seeing him watching soone grind coffee, she asked with a smile: "San’er, do you want to drink so coffee?"
"Sister Shen, I’m just looking."
"Have you ever drunk it?"
"I... I have."
Is there even a coffee shop in Binjiang?
Shen Rulan knew right away that he was bluffing and, holding back a laugh, said: "Boss, give
four cups of coffee."
"Where will you drink it?"
"We’re eating right next door, and we’ll bring the cups back after we finish."
"Okay, please wait."
When the four cups of coffee were ready, Ye Xingguo had also finished his phone call, and the dishes were already on the table.
The coffee slled pretty nice, almost like chocolate.
Seeing Zhang Asheng and Shen Rulan savor their coffee, Han Yu picked up a cup and took a sip.
Not knowing until he tried it, he realized it was horribly bitter upon tasting, even worse than beer!
Han Yu really couldn’t stand the taste and hurried outside to vomit under the tree roots by the road.
Shen Rulan knew he wouldn’t be used to it and laughed until tears ca out.
Zhang Asheng even helped by pouring a cup of boiling water and softly handed it to Han Yu, who had just co back from vomiting: "Rinse your mouth first."
"Thank you, Manager Zhang."
Han Yu took the teacup, his face full of embarrassnt: "This coffee is bitter, like drinking dicine, not the sa as what I drank before."
Ye Xingguo couldn’t control his laughter anymore and looked up to ask: "Where did you drink coffee before?"
"At the entrance of the Binjiang movie theater."
"How much was it per cup?"
"Ten cents."
"Hahaha, what kind of coffee can you drink for ten cents."
"Manager Ye, don’t laugh at San’er anymore, let’s hurry up and eat; we still have things to do after."
"Alright, let’s eat quickly."
The coffee didn’t taste good, but the evening al was very generous.
Three at dishes, two vegetarian dishes, and a soup, all appealing to the eye, and tasty.
As they ate, they talked about taking a trip to Jianfu Province in a few days, planning to call a friend later to ask for help in buying three train tickets.
Han Yu couldn’t join the conversation and was wondering whether to ask where he could buy a tape recorder, but Ye Xingguo’s pager went off.
He took it out to look and then tilted his head towards the opposite side, with Zhang Asheng and Shen Rulan also looking in that direction.
They saw a man in his thirties with glasses, standing in front of the hostel and looking around.
"Ah Sheng, I’ll go over first."
"Okay."
Ye Xingguo didn’t go through the main entrance but sneaked into the kitchen, took a big detour from behind, and greeted the man in front of the hostel before entering together.
Shen Rulan, seeing Han Yu felt puzzled, casually said: "Probably going to buy cigarettes, there’s a small shop in the back."
Zhang Asheng laughed: "Business negotiations, Peony cigarettes won’t do."
"But Peonies are already very good!"
"That’s in Binjiang, but in East Sea, Zhonghua is what’s used for business negotiations."
"Zhonghua in the Sailor Club is ten yuan a pack. Manager Zhang, how much is it here in East Sea?"
"About the sa."
As they were chatting, Shen Rulan’s pager rang.
She took it out, glanced at it, then opened her ever-present bag, turned her back to Han Yu, counted so money inside, and stuffed a stack of US dollars into an envelope.
Zhang Asheng felt there was no need to be cautious around Han Yu, a child, and simply handed the envelope to Han Yu: "Salted Fish, go and deliver this to Manager Ye."
"Oh."
"Be careful crossing the road."
"I know."
Han Yu didn’t expect to be sent on an errand; he took the envelope, left the small restaurant, crossed the street, and ran into the hostel to give it to Ye Xingguo, who had just finished making a deal.
Ye Xingguo was taken aback, accepted the envelope with a smile: "Salted Fish, wait outside for a mont."
Han Yu realized he wasn’t fully trusted and obediently stepped out, closing the door behind him.
After about six minutes, the glasses-wearing man ca out, and Ye Xingguo patted Han Yu’s arm, asking him to carry the bulging briefcase across the street.
He had actually beco their courier!
Han Yu found it a bit absurd, but he didn’t realize this was just the beginning.
Returning to the small restaurant and having a chat with Zhang Asheng and his wife, another very stylish young woman ca looking for Ye Xingguo.
Just like before, after they talked across the street, Shen Rulan’s pager went off, and she started to count money and pack envelopes, asking Han Yu to deliver them.
This went on back and forth until he unknowingly made seven or eight trips.
Just as he was anxiously wondering why Director Zhang had not made the arrest, a commotion suddenly erupted outside.
Looking up, he saw a young woman with a backpack desperately running eastward, while shouting "Robbery" and "Help
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