Twenty Seven Years Chapter 403

  Chapter 403 Cause trouble

   "Wait!" Seeing that the boss was about to be shot, Stuart's hairs stood on end, and he forced himself to drink.

  The two guards turned to look at Stuart together with the trembling boss kneeling on the ground.

  The wounded guard yelled, "Who the **** are you?!"

  Yesterday, Mingming made breakfast for them by himself, serving tea and pouring water as if he was serving a big shot, and today he looked like the first time he saw them.

   The pampered Stuart hasn't felt such disrespect for a long time: "I'm the guy here!"

   "Go away!" The guard didn't bother to talk to Stuart, and didn't really want to kill the boss, so he smashed the **** of his gun on the boss's head, revealing his true colors, "Compensate our captain for medical expenses!"

   "Ouch!" The boss's head was bloody, and he curled up speechless.

   "Okay! Two officers, how much do you want?" Stuart helped answer the conversation.

   "One hundred thousand Pakistan dollars!"

   As soon as the guards opened their mouths, there was a large number.

  Bash's 100,000 Pakistani dollars are about equal to Brexi's 100 gold grams.

   And one hundred gold grams in Heping Street, where life is difficult, may be the income of the breakfast shop for a whole year!

  Stuart almost couldn't hold back and scolded the lions of the two guards, how could it cost so much money to deal with it!

   "Okay, okay! I'll give it to me! Don't shoot!" The boss slowed down and agreed to the excessive compensation fee, "Stuart, help me up!"

   "Okay..." Stuart bypassed the two guards, helped the boss up, and led him to his bedroom.

   "You just wait at the door..." The boss was very vigilant, leaving Stuart outside the bedroom, and found a 100,000 Pakistani dollar bill inside, "Give it to them."

   "Yes." Stuart handed over a thick stack of money to the hands of the two guards.

  The guard who was grinning in pain just now smiled at each other, stuffed the money into his pocket, got up and left: "I'll let you off this time, don't be so short-sighted in the future! Otherwise, you won't be able to eat and walk around!"

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you are welcome to come again next time." With a smile on his face, Stuart cursed secretly.

   After seeing off the two guards, the boss leaned on the wall and moved out of the bedroom.

   "I'll bandage you up." Seeing that the boss was almost unconscious, Stuart stepped forward to help him sit down, found the medicine box, and treated his injury.

   "This, these bastards..." The boss opened his eyes wide and trembling with anger, "The water in the glass is clearly lukewarm, not hot at all...He deliberately knocked over the glass and blamed it on me...This is blackmail! Blackmail!"

   "I told you earlier that they just took you for a fool. When you were thinking of flattering them, they were also thinking of how to get a sum of money out of you." Stuart shook his head.

   "Heh... Do I have a choice? If I don't flatter them, they won't take me for a ride?"

   "The more you flatter, the more they think you are easy to bully."

"It's easy to bully and it's not good to bully. If you really mess with them, don't you end up in the same way? You just came here and you don't understand anything, so don't talk nonsense. You can just bandage the wound, tidy up and prepare here Let's do business."

   Stuart knew that it was useless to talk to the boss. This is the rule that is followed here, and it cannot be reversed by ordinary people.

   "Forget it, let's close the door today." Just as Stuart put the things back in the medicine cabinet and planned to prepare breakfast, the boss hesitated and changed his mind.

   "Huh? Good." Stuart didn't ask the boss why he was like this, anyway, he wished he could take a day off, at least he could go out for a walk, so that it wouldn't be difficult for him to be a cook.

   "Help me back and lie down..." The boss called Stuart over.

  Stuart put down the work in hand, helped the boss back to the room and lay down: "Then today I..."

   "Take a day off." The boss lay on the bed and waved his hands, just wanting to be alone.

"Okay, then I'll go out for a walk and come back to make lunch for you before noon." Afraid that the boss would return, Stuart retreated from the bedroom with a swish, and hung a sign of 'Closed Today' on the door of the breakfast shop. Put on your clothes and go out the door.

  Heping Street is neither lively nor deserted.

   The reason is that there are always those same people on the block.

   From time to time, a few couldn't stand it and left, and from time to time a few defected, and under the rejection of the locals in Bash, they became a semi-closed small circle.

   "Connie!" After walking a few hundred meters, Stuart saw Connie on the street.

  Connie was assigned to work as a servant in a family with good conditions, and happened to go out to take out the trash at this time.

   "Stuart?!" Connie greeted Stuart in surprise, "Aren't you working at the breakfast shop? How come here when you have time?"

   "I'm off today, I'll come out for a walk..." Stuart briefly told Connie what happened in the breakfast shop.

   "These guards are too much!" Connie clenched her fists, wishing she could bump into these two.

   "Now I kind of understand the meaning of our hard work here." Stuart picked up the bag and took out a packed breakfast from it, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

  Connie smelled the scent, and couldn't wait to grab breakfast from Stuart: "No! People here are too stingy! They can only eat two meals a day and sleep in the utility room."

"You don't need to grab it, this is for you guys." Stuart specially made several breakfasts and brought them out, intending to give them to comrades. There is no utility room, and if I want to sleep, I lie on the floor in the back kitchen, and bugs keep stinging me in the middle of the night..."

   "Okay, I'm mentally balanced." Seeing Stuart rolled up his sleeves, revealing the red spots on his arms, Connie made a joke.

   "Have you gained anything?" Stuart asked.

   "To be honest, no... I am exhausted every day, and I have to do all kinds of things, big and small. I don't have time to think about those things." Connie said with a sad face, "It would be great if I could change the place, I am suitable to be a thug."

"I still want to start a business! But there are conditions. And if you really do what you are good at, isn't it the same as staying in your comfort zone? That's kind of an exercise, and you can learn something." What?" There was a huge change in Stuart's state of mind, he became inclined to accept these things, and learned from them.

   "Didn't you see it?" Connie smiled in surprise, "We secretly guessed that you would be the first person who couldn't persevere. I didn't expect that your current ideological awareness is higher than anyone else."

  Stuart puffed up his chest unconsciously, and proudly said: "It's because you don't know me well. I am a very adaptable person. No matter where I am assigned, I will definitely be competent for the job."

"I see. Alright, let's stop chatting. If you don't hurry to throw away the garbage and go back to work, that family should reprimand me again and skip my lunch. You can go straight along this road, and you should be able to meet Oscar He is doing street cleaning, and I often see him walking up and down the street..." Connie didn't talk to Stuart much on the street. After saying goodbye, she threw away the garbage, and then hurried back home to do housework.

   "Okay." Stuart watched Connie go in. He heard mixed reprimands from the hostess and hostess in the room, shook his head slightly, and continued walking forward with breakfast.

   Sure enough, he didn't walk for long, and he saw the familiar figure again. It's just that this figure is more desolate than Connie and himself.

   "Oscar?" Even when Stuart walked up to him, he was not 100% sure that it was the comrade who came with him.

   "Huh?" Oscar, whose hair was messy and oiled, and whose face was stained with black ash from nowhere, turned his head to look at Stuart, "Stuart?!"

   "It's really you, I'm afraid I've identified the wrong person!" Stuart felt sorry for Oscar's situation.

  People are compared.

   That's a good word!

   "I miss you all!" Oscar seemed to have been greatly wronged, pushed the garbage truck away, and was about to hug Stuart.

   "Stop, don't move!" Stuart didn't want to have any contact with the dirty Oscar, "Didn't you have breakfast? I brought you breakfast."

   "It smells so good!" Oscar took the breakfast and ate it straight away, enviously saying, "Is your place so good? Can you still get so many delicious food outside?"

   "That's so good, I am..." Stuart recounted his experience.

  When Oscar finished listening, he had already wiped out a breakfast: "What are you, I am much worse than you, I can only sleep three or four hours a day..."

After listening to the grievances for nearly ten minutes, Stuart guessed that Clark and Quentin were mature and stable, and they should not be very downcast, so he left the remaining two breakfasts for Oscar: "Come on, you take these, Eat when you're hungry, and I'll get it for you later when I have a chance.”

   "This... can it work? Didn't you say that these are going to be given to Clarke—Clark, Quentin?" Oscar swallowed wildly, and asked with the remaining rationality.

"Don't worry, no matter what they do, they won't be able to fill their stomachs, you can just take it." Seeing that Oscar was so hungry that his eyes were turning green, Stuart directly took the things Put it in his hand, "Okay, you can continue to work, I'll go find Clark, Quentin and the others, and see what's going on with them."

   "Okay, then remember to bring me the food." Oscar regarded Stuart as a lifeline.

   "Don't worry." Stuart responded generously, "By the way, have you seen them these days? Where are they?"

  When the comrades at the branch station arranged them, they didn't explain in advance what they were going to do, but scattered them and settled down separately.

  So they didn't know what kind of work each other was doing at the beginning, and what kind of life seemed to be in a different world in this palm-sized place.

"never seen it…"

"Okay, I'll just look around." Stuart thought it was normal. He had been working in the breakfast shop day and night before, and he couldn't see anyone, so he bid farewell to Oscar and said goodbye to others. go one way.

  Anyway, Heping Street is not very big, he has plenty of time, and he can find all the people in one or two laps.

  If conditions permit, the five of them will join forces, and maybe they can do something else here to make the half-month exercise time more fulfilling.

  Walking and walking, he suddenly found a commotion in front of him.

   Getting closer, he saw clearly that the guards were arguing with someone.

   Going closer, he saw that it was Clark who was arguing with the guards.

  How could Clark clash with the guards?

  Stuart yelled that something was wrong, and hurried over, and gathered in the crowd who hid far away to watch together.

   After watching for a while, he learned what happened from the conversations of the people around him and the debate between Clark and the guards in front.

The guards of these inspection teams came here yesterday to buy cigarettes without paying. After the boss insisted that they pay, they held a grudge and came here today to trouble the boss and want to arrest him on the grounds of his private possession of banned books. , confiscating everything in the shop.

  Clark, who served the dishes in the restaurant opposite the Smoke Hotel, witnessed the whole process, but because he didn't want to cause trouble and disrupt the action plan, he kept pretending not to see it.

It wasn't until the owner of the Tobacco Hotel was about to be taken away that his six or seven-year-old daughter appeared, crying and begging the guards not to take her father away. The banned books found were actually secretly brought by the guards and hidden in them.

  This prevented several guards from getting off the stage under the watchful eyes of the public, and there was the current controversy.

   "What evidence do you have to prove that we brought in this theory of equality?!"

   "Exactly! Why did we frame him for no reason? Do you think we are idle?!"

   "You are so protective of him, are you in the same group as him! I knew there were people from the International Equality League hidden here!"

  Clark glared at the guards: "Then how can you prove that this book belongs to him?! I think you clearly came here to plant and retaliate because you didn't take advantage of the store yesterday!"

   "What nonsense! We came here yesterday because we saw the abnormality, so we made preparations, and we came to search today!"

   "Taking advantage?! When did we take advantage! Isn't it natural to pay for things!"

"I didn't talk about paying for things, why are you so anxious to argue?" Clark smiled disdainfully, "As for whether you have taken advantage of it, the residents of Heping Street know it all too well! How dare you Said such a thing in front of them with a thick face?"

"Stop messing around! I think you and him must be in the same group! They are all rebels! Go! Arrest him! Take him back for interrogation!" The captain of the guard knew that if the argument continued like this, the situation would be worse. It became more and more unfavorable to him, so he hurriedly asked someone to arrest Clark as well.

   "None of us are rebels! I just can't bear your oppression of civilians! If you don't have sufficient proof, you have no right to arrest him! You have no right to arrest me!" Clark said.

  Standing aside and watching, Stuart was very anxious.

  He understood Clark's desire to help others, but such an action clearly couldn't save anyone, and even he would get involved.

   But the situation has reached such a point that it is almost impossible to rescue Clark.

  (end of this chapter)

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