Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 220: The old hero gives guidance, and the father and son fight cleverly
Sitting on a chair in the tea room, Liu Yonglu was also worried. He just hoped that the minister would give in soon so that he could go back and check on the situation of the wet quilt.

The tea room was still the same as when he arrived. The tables and chairs were polished to a shine. On the long tea table were many snacks, croissants, muffins, cookies. They all looked fresh and had a buttery aroma. If it were any other time, Liu Yonglu would have wanted to try a few bites of each, but he had no appetite now. He made himself a cup of black tea and played with a spoon, drawing circles in it.

"Freshly baked muffins, would you like some? I sprinkled a lot of pistachios and icing sugar on them."

When Liu Yonglu looked up, it was Old Nodans, the handyman in the shelter department.

"Old hero, are you okay?"

Liu Yonglu was also shocked. He had seen him disappear into the room after taking the small white paper in 1408, and he thought something had happened to him. But now he saw that he was standing right in front of him.

The old man was still wearing the same old gray clothes with a hint of white, a harmonica hanging around his neck, a half-smile on his face, and a tea tray in his hands.

"What can happen if you bake muffins? Or do you know that I forgot to turn off the oven before?"

This time, the old man did not leave after delivering the tea. Instead, he sat opposite Liu Yonglu and looked Mr. Shani up and down.

"Is everything going well, Investigator Richie?" The old man picked up a piece of cake and started eating it. He squinted his eyes and chewed slowly. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the taste of the cake.

"Well, what can I say... Anyway, let's carry him out. I hope he will be blessed with good fortune and luck."

"How did this teapot break off another piece of porcelain? Did you accidentally hit it just now?"

Seeing that the old hero's answer was irrelevant, Liu Yonglu looked at the teapot on the table in confusion. It was white, with a garden scene painted on it, and a little girl of seven or eight years old having a picnic on the grass. It was the most common teapot in Moses Sader, but it was a little old, the porcelain was a little dull, and there were some chips on the mouth and handle of the teapot.

"You can eat whatever you want, but why do you say whatever you want? You're already quite old, and you're still thinking of blackmailing me?"

"It's OK if it wasn't you, but this broken teapot has been used in the tea room of the Reception Department for many years. Alas, as long as the budget of the department is not approved, I have to keep using it. If it's damaged, I can glue it back together and use it again."

Liu Yonglu blinked his eyes. He knew that the old hero was a prominent figure. What he meant was... Is it okay to get wet in the quilt?

"Why are you still sitting here? Why don't you go back with me?"

"Hey, I just accepted a Haiqing (a folk art fan without a teacher), and I'm waiting for the minister to tell me."

Liu Yonglu pointed at Xia Ni who was sitting next to him. This guy was really a foodie. He ate up all the snacks that the old hero had just brought him.

"Oh, I have to think about it. Don't let the crabs you raise pinch your hands."

Old Nodace didn't know what "Haiqing" was but he obviously knew Mr. Shani. He stood up and brought a plate of snacks to Liu Yonglu, then turned and left the tea room. In fact, Liu Yonglu still had a lot of questions waiting to ask him, but firstly, he was preoccupied with something, and secondly, he felt that the old man might not give a good answer if he asked, so he simply didn't ask and just tried the old man's cooking.

After a while, the minister came into the tea room with a pile of documents in her hand, half of which Liu Yonglu needed to sign, and the other half was for Liu Yonglu to take back and read. After giving the instructions, she used both soft and hard tactics to make a few more remarks. The core of the sentence was, if anything happens to Xia Ni later, you will be held responsible.

This is why Liu Yonglu solved a big problem for the shelter department this time, otherwise Mr. Shani would never have been released.

Liu Yonglu took Xia Ni out of the shelter and got on a horse-drawn carriage, but just as their carriage left, another carriage followed. In the carriage sat a man, about 20 years old, wearing a dark brown felt hat on his head and a cream-colored windbreaker on his body. There was a notebook and a pen in the pocket of the windbreaker and a briefcase at his feet. He looked like a newspaper reporter.

In fact, the identity he claimed to the outside world was indeed a reporter. The security around the shelter was tight, and strangers who wandered around for a long time would be questioned.

This man made up a story that he was a reporter who came to interview farmers in the surrounding area and was writing an investigative article on the fluctuations in wool prices this year.

But the real purpose of his trip was to keep an eye on the investigator who came to the shelter department, or to be more precise, to keep an eye on Dou Nivar!
When the two carriages reached the outskirts of New New Lon, the following carriage changed direction. Liu Yonglu went straight to the Investigation Department, while the reporter's carriage did not enter the city, but turned eastward. There is a place called Canary Wharf, half a day's drive from New New Lon. The goods unloaded from the sea will be distributed at the wharf and finally transported to New New Lon through the canal.

When they arrived at the dock, the reporter jumped out of the car. He easily found a large ship painted blue with a planet pattern on the bow. He knocked on the door, nodded to the gatekeeper, and went straight to the lower cargo hold.

"Mr. Alva, I'm back."

Painter Hat opened the door from the cabin. His cabin was filled with various steam machines, drawings were spread on the table, many parts were placed on the workbench, and wrenches and screwdrivers of various sizes were hung on the wall. This set of tools was even more complete than the workbench of a high-ranking priest of the Church of Wisdom.

"How about it?"

"The investigator came out of the containment department. At first, Dou Niwal was not there. I thought he was dead in there. Then, after waiting for half an hour, he finally came out and headed to the investigation department."

"Okay, wait for me for two minutes, and we'll go out for a while."

Painter Hat closed the door and took his windbreaker from the hanger and put it on. The good show in the shelter department was arranged by the Father God, but after Marcus came back a few days ago, the Father God made a prophecy that Dou. Nival might ruin the good things. Now it seems to be true, but it doesn't matter, they are still preparing some means to deal with him in the next two days.

In the past, we didn’t know about Dou Nival’s existence, so we were at a disadvantage everywhere. Now that we know that this person is a core figure in the Investigation Department and has close ties with a certain god, we must never let him mess up the Continental Expo again.

Opening the window of the cabin, Painter Hat looked at the sunset. After Marcus came back, he and Wordsworth changed their base the next day. They had been preparing for the Continental Exposition for more than a year and they could not fail.

After opening the hatch, Painter Hat and the reporter got on the carriage and headed straight for Covent Garden in New New London. The reporter didn't know what Painter Hat meant, so he just leaned on the window and looked at the brightly lit streets outside.

Covent Garden is a notorious den of debauchery in New New Zealand. When night falls and the lights come on, girls dressed up in fancy clothes will sit by the shop windows facing the street, holding goose feather fans and cocktails, seemingly killing time. But this is actually a subtle seduction and welcome, welcoming those factory owners and playboys with money in their pockets to come in for a taste of beauty and make love.

Why did Mr. Alva bring himself here?
The carriage stopped in front of a white villa. The villa had no windows, no colorful promotional posters on the walls, and there was not even a gatekeeper standing at the door. There was only an old gentleman in his sixties, wearing a top hat, a decent black velvet windbreaker, and a neatly folded handkerchief in his pocket, standing at the door.

"Excuse me, sir..."

The reporter's heart trembled, because he thought that the white villa in front of him was the famous "Charlotte Hayes Club" in New New London.

There are girls here too, but not many in number. However, they are the most outstanding group in the whole of Mosesad, perhaps in the whole of the Western Continent.

It's not easy just to get in here. The club adopts a membership system. Every applicant needs to be introduced by an introducer. The club will also spend two months investigating the family background and personal information of the applicants. Only those who meet the standards in all aspects will be allowed to join. Of course, a high membership fee must be paid every year.

"Alva Somilian."

Painter Hat gave his name and pushed the door open with the reporter.

Happy long vacation everyone. I find that I can’t think about the plot before going to bed, and I’m prone to insomnia. I didn’t fall asleep until 4 o’clock yesterday. Haha, I’d better listen to crosstalk. The main reason is that I sleep with my child now, and it’s too uncomfortable to sleep with headphones on and listening to crosstalk.

Oh, by the way, let me tell you something important! That...

Haha, I plan to combine the three chapters that are updated every day into two chapters. Old readers of my books know that I started out writing long chapters, but later changed them to 3 small chapters in order to meet certain requirements of the platform.

But the word count is still the same as before, don’t worry about that. I actually like to write long chapters, it’s more comfortable to tie buttons, and it also allows me to have fewer chapter titles (not really) haha

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