Chinese New Year's Eve, this festival that countless Chinese have been looking forward to has finally arrived.

No matter how much suffering there was before, it can be put aside for a while.

If there is anything unpleasant, let's wait until this year is over.

In the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers was already ringing in the streets.

Passers-by are all in a hurry, anxious to get home.

Those who are still at work have long been absent-minded.

Who doesn't want to go home early and have a happy Chinese New Year's Eve with the family?

There are still patrols, and those Chinese patrols have become a lot more amiable today.

Anyway, for the New Year, no one should feel uncomfortable, right?

"Assistant Wu, go to the house for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at night, don't forget."

Meng Shaoyuan gave a special reminder when he left.

Wu Jingyi said "um".

In the past, Wu Jingyi's family reunited during the Chinese New Year, but this year is different, her husband and children are all in Hong Kong.

At the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, Meng Shaoyuan did not invite many people.

After all, those brothers and sisters are fighting on the front lines.

I don't know when everyone will be able to get together again.

Before the Chinese New Year next year, be sure to get them all back in advance.

The annual allowance has been distributed to each agent, and whether or not these agents are able to return home, at least the family can have a settled year.

"I'll go back first, remember, 6 o'clock."

Meng Shaoyuan just wanted to leave, but Wu Jingyi suddenly said: "Wait, there is a small gift for you, it should be a New Year's gift." ”

And that good thing?

Wu Jingyi took the initiative to give gifts to herself?

God has opened his eyes.

"Bring it in."

Wu Jingyi gave an order, and the "gift" she gave to Meng Shaoyuan was brought in.

That's a person.

Someone Meng Shaoyuan knew!

Liu Fuqin!

Field staff at Shanghai Railway Station!

It was this man who betrayed himself.

An inconspicuous little person, but almost made the famous Meng Shaoyuan unable to come back alive.

Kneeling on the ground, Liu Fuqin's whole body trembled there.

"Look up." Meng Shaoyuan said lightly: "Do you know me?" ”

"Recognize ...... Yes, you are Director Meng, and you have given us these field trainings. ”

"Yes, I did." Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said: "At the beginning, I gave you a lecture, so that you can do a good job and contribute more to this country and nation, especially to tell you, don't be a traitor." You remember my face, not my words. ”

"Director Meng, I, I don't know what you mean by that......" Liu Fuqin said tremblingly.

"You know." Meng Shaoyuan patted his head: "Originally, I didn't need to spend so much words with you, but today is Chinese New Year's Eve, I am in a good mood and have a few more words with you." Go on the road with peace of mind, and remember not to be a traitor in the next life. ”

"Director Meng, Director Meng......" Liu Fuqin cried out heartbreakingly.

But it was too late......

……

"Bring me a pound of pig's head meat, and a sauce belly for me."

Meng Shao went to the braised vegetable shop, and said while ordering: "This is the New Year, and the store is still open?" ”

"Ouch, boss, in this world, don't you just want to hide and make a few." The shopkeeper smiled and skillfully cut the braised vegetables: "Besides, I'm alone in Shanghai, and when I close the door, I'm a family, get some of my own pickled vegetables, get a little wine, won't this year just pass?" ”

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Pay attention to safety." ”

"Thank you, boss."

Pickled vegetables Ah Wu, whose real name is Shi Xiaoli, is 44 years old, a native of Yantai, Shandong, and a military commander in the field.

Meng Shaoyuan looked to the side, took out two packs of cigarettes from his bag, and put them in: "It's the New Year, take it, foreign cigarettes, give it up." ”

Marinated vegetables Ah Wu didn't say a word, just nodded silently.

His nose was a little sour.

His wife and children are all in Shandong, and he is alone in Shanghai, so he could go back once a year to reunite with his wife and children, but this year is special, and all agents have canceled their vacations.

Do you say he doesn't want a wife and children? Fake.

Director Meng is such a big official, but he doesn't have any arrogance with the brothers. He didn't come to buy braised vegetables, but just to take this opportunity to comfort the brothers.

It's worth it to work hard for such a boss.

Many times, 200,000 can't buy friendship. But sometimes, a cigarette or a word is enough to make people die for it.

"Boss, I've got you covered."

Meng Shaoyuan took the pickled vegetables, smiled slightly, and turned to leave.

There are still some places to go.

Those who are still sticking to their posts during the Chinese New Year must be condoled......

……

It was almost 5 o'clock when I got home.

Before I could enter the house, I heard a commotion coming from inside.

Most of them are noisy in English, occasionally mixed with two Shanghainese curses.

Don't even think about it, Aarau and Steward Qiu.

These two people were probably rivals in their last lives.

Meng Shaoyuan's head was big.

Pushing the door in, as soon as he saw the master coming back, Arao immediately complained like a cannon, to the effect that Steward Qiu would come so early, but he was nitpicking about his work everywhere, which was simply unreasonable.

The problem is, Steward Qiu also has his own good reasons.

He is Madame Rose's butler, and today Madame Rose has been invited. Although Steward Qiu was against it in his heart, how could he interfere with what Madame had decided?

Of course, he had to check the hygiene and the quality of the food in advance.

And this is precisely the most taboo thing in Aarau.

He is the master's steward, and he should have the final say here, and any so-called inspection is a serious distrust of himself, which cannot be forgiven.

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

Unsurprisingly, the two of them quickly developed from sarcasm and accusations to quarrels.

"Arau, go do your thing, the guests are coming." Meng Shaoyuan put the things in his hand on the table, opened the oiled paper bag, took out the sauce pork belly inside and ate a piece: "Steward Qiu, come on?" ”

"Thank you, I never eat this kind of thing, it's extremely unhygienic." Steward Qiu frowned in disgust: "Also, I suggest that you don't give this kind of food to your lady at the table." ”

Meng Shaoyuan didn't care at all, but ate with relish: "Steward Qiu, Lord Lingtang was a first-class lady of the Qing Dynasty before, right?" ”

Steward Qiu was stunned.

What does that mean?

"This doesn't look like fireworks in the world." Meng Shaoyuan smiled and poured a cup of tea: "Even if it is really a first-class lady, this should be eaten and eaten, and it should be pulled." I don't believe that the whole grains she eats can be Yushu elixir? ”

Steward Qiu was stunned.

Of course, he knew that Meng Shaoyuan was rude, but he would never have imagined that he would be rude to such an extent.

"It's all raised by my mother's father, no one is more noble than anyone, this pickled vegetables, those who pull the cart can eat it, and those who shine shoes can eat it, why can't you and your wife eat it?" Meng Shaoyuan grabbed a piece of pig ear with his bare hands and stuffed it into his mouth: "You, that's a good life, and you are used to treating yourself as a superior person, but just this thing, we inferior people are greedy." ”

Steward Qiu was angry again. Every time he talked to Meng Shaoyuan, he would be so angry.

But before he could think of how to ridicule him, he heard a voice at the door say, "The superior is also good, not to mention that we are far from the point of being superior." ”

Mrs. Rose Cai Xuefei!

"Ma'am." Steward Qiu hurriedly bent down.

Cai Xuefei didn't look at him either, sat down next to Meng Shaoyuan, followed Meng Shaoyuan's example, and also took a pig's ear with her empty hand, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly: "I haven't eaten this thing for a long time." ”

Steward Qiu was completely stupid.

Madame, she, she actually eats pig's ears with her hands?

Oh my God.

How did you get this?

This is really the red one who is close to Zhu, and the one who is close to the ink is black.

Cai Xuefei didn't care at all: "I remember when I was a child, I was only seven or eight years old, once, my uncle took me to the street, and I saw a small vendor selling braised vegetables with a flat pole, my uncle quietly bought it for me to eat, and specially explained that I couldn't tell my parents when I went home." I still remember that it was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. ”

"Uh-huh." Meng Shaoyuan nodded again and again: "The food stolen is very fragrant." When I was a child, my dad bought a big basket of oranges, and hung them on the roof for fear that I would steal them, but I moved two stools on top of each other, broke the bottom of the baskets, and ate them one after another, I don't know how much I ate, and the next day I woke up full of anger. ”

Cai Xuefei asked with a smile, "Did your father beat you?" ”

"Hit, why didn't you fight?" Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "As soon as I go home, I will have a good slap on my buttocks, and at night I sleep with pain in my mouth, and it hurts even more in my buttocks." ”

Cai Xuefei laughed out loud.

Steward Qiu was really speechless.

In front of his wife, he actually said his "ass" son, vulgar, too vulgar.

But Madame seemed to be happy to listen.

"It's the first time I've heard you talk about things when you were a kid."

Cai Xuefei seems to be unsatisfied.

Meng Shaoyuan quickly changed the subject: "Madam, what did I ask you about before?" ”

"Don't worry, I've done it for you." Cai Xuefei also put away her smile: "At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, reporters from at least a dozen newspapers will arrive at the Daguang Cinema on time." ”

"Are they all willing?"

"Some are willing, some are hesitant, but I gave them a lot of money, and when things are done, they will take the money and leave Shanghai far away."

Meng Shaoyuan sighed softly: "Madam, I owe you too much, and I know that you don't care about this money, and you don't care." ”

"Who said that, I care." Unexpectedly, Cai Xuefei actually said: "That's a lot of money, who doesn't care about money?" ”

Yes?

Embarrassed, embarrassed.

Cai Xuefei laughed again: "I just like to see your embarrassing expression, I used to hear people say that your Young Master Meng is a scoundrel, but now it doesn't look fake at all, and you want to repay the debt by all means." ”

Damn, who, who is playing with his own rights and wrongs in front of Madame Rose!