"They look alike, too alike." The bookstore owner clicked his tongue and said,"Speaking of which, Sir, it's a pity that you're a police officer. You look like a talented person. No one would suspect you if they said you were an editor of a newspaper company. Moreover, you even finished reading an English newspaper seriously just now. One look and I can tell that you're a cultured person!”
In the 1950s, Xiang Lane was still known as the cultural desert. There were not many cultured people, but at that time, cultured people were still respected.
"Boss, when you say cultured people, you say newspaper editors. Why have you been an editor before?”Liu Jun was interested. He took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to the bookstore owner.
When the bookstore owner saw Liu Jun hand over the cigarette, he couldn't help but feel a little smug. He walked out of the counter and stood outside the store with Liu Jun. He lit the cigarette with a match and took a deep breath. His tone was quite proud."Of course. Have you heard of Battle News? I was in charge of the editor-in-chief of the famous anti-Japanese newspaper.”
Liu Jun was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of Battle News, but he did not doubt the authenticity of the bookstore owner's words. During the Japanese occupation, there were indeed many anti-Japanese newspapers in Xiang Xiang. These newspapers actively spread information that was beneficial to the country. Most of them were persecuted by the Japanese army and closed down. It was normal for them to be unable to recover after the war.
"So you're a patriot, Chief.”Liu Jun was filled with respect. He felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was infinitely tall and straight.
Hearing Liu Jun's praise, the bookstore owner's face became even more smug. He took a puff of his cigarette and continued,"Of course. Don't think that I'm not making a living in the newspaper industry now. Most of the newspapers in Fragrance Alley have to give me face. Young man, are you interested in working in a newspaper company? I can recommend you.”
Liu Jun smiled and was about to speak when footsteps suddenly came from the stairs of the Tower of Tang.
Two young men in long robes came up from downstairs and stopped at the entrance of the Qiushi Bookstore on the second floor. One of them held a bottle of Dutch water in his hand and glanced at the bookstore owner before smiling."Hey, gambler, are you bragging again?”
"Brother Xu, Brother Ding." When the bookstore owner saw the two of them at the entrance of the bookstore, his beaming expression immediately disappeared and he greeted them with a bitter face.
The young man with the Dutch water ignored the bookstore owner and walked straight to the counter. Under the painful gaze of the bookstore owner, he took two packs of Chinese Lucky Strike cigarettes and put them in his pocket.
Another young man behind him turned a blind eye to his companion's actions. He came to Liu Jun and said with a smile,""Officer, is Gambler telling you that he has status in the newspaper industry again? Don't be fooled by him since you're so young. This loser is always boasting. Once he has money, he goes to the gambling dens to get addicted. In the newspaper industry, he's now a stinky dog shit. No one will pay attention to him.”
Liu Jun turned his head and glanced at the bookstore owner. The middle-aged man's face was flushed red. When he saw Liu Jun's probing gaze, his lips trembled a few times and he straightened his neck to argue,"Brother Xu, I've already quit gambling for a long time.”
The young man, who had put the cigarette in his pocket, heard the bookstore owner's words and came to him with a smile."It's good to quit gambling. That means you have money now. Just in time to pay the protection fee.”
The bookstore owner was like a deflated balloon when he heard that. He cried,"Brother Ding, don't play with me. The police just finished collecting the fees. You've already come to collect the fees for the second time this month.”
Hearing this, Liu Jun frowned slightly. He glanced at the two young men but didn't say anything.
When the young man surnamed Xu heard the bookstore owner cry about poverty, he reached out and patted his face. His voice was already a little impatient."Too much? We didn't want to do that. Twice a month is a new rule set by the big boss.”
The owner of the bookstore sighed helplessly. It was common for clubs to collect land fees and for police officers to collect fees. A small merchant like him did not dare to refuse. Otherwise, his shop would be smashed tomorrow.
Taking out two ten-yuan notes from the counter, the bookstore owner walked up to the two young men and squeezed out a smile."Big brothers, you must be joking. How would I dare to not pay?”
"Then why did you say you have no money?" The young man surnamed Xu glared at the bookstore owner and reached out to take the money.
However, just as his hand was about to touch the two Hong Kong dollars, Liu Jun suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.
Under the surprised gazes of the two young men, Liu Jun's lazy expression disappeared. He stared at the two of them and said in a sharp tone,"Who set the rule of collecting land fees twice a month?”
The young man with the surname Xu, whose wrist was held by Liu Jun, was stunned at first. Then, anger flashed in his eyes. He shook off his wrist forcefully and his other hand reached for his waist.”
The other young man surnamed Ding stared at Liu Jun fiercely and also reached for his waist.
Hehe, Liu Jun sneered in his heart. Although this uniformed police officer wasn't very good, he wasn't like these two hotheads. They actually dared to pull a knife at him.
Crack!
Liu Jun grabbed Xu's hand and broke his wrist. He then threw him out.
He swiped his hand at his waist and the.38 was in his hand. Bang bang. Two shots were fired between his eyebrows at close range. The bullets rolled rapidly in his brain, stirring up the brain and blood. In the end, the bullets were stuck in his skull and did not penetrate.
Liu Jun put the gun back into the holster. With two sounds of falling to the ground, Liu Jun smelled a fragrance that was the same as fried pig's brain.
This was the fragrance of bullets burning brain matter!
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