Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

Before entering the store, the two were talking and laughing, but after entering the store, the two were speechless.

"Instalment, how much is it a month? Can't it be any cheaper?"

Li Zicheng struggled a little in front of the counter, holding the money in his trouser pocket with one hand, with a vaguely ferocious expression on his face.

"Please, this is a new mobile phone, Nokia! You can recycle it for this price? You can't even sell the battery so cheap if you disassemble it!"

Lin Wei clutched his chest, his face full of disbelief.

The teller in charge of entertaining the two looked at each other, speechless in their eyes.

These two brothers look handsome like male stars, why are they so virtuous?

Half an hour later, at the door of the mobile phone shop, two guys who didn't look like good people squatted on the side of the road, cursing and swearing with cigarettes in their mouths.

"The monthly service fee is 30,000, why doesn't he just grab it?"

"Brand new Nokias are 50% off for recycling, Assi."

Li Zicheng and Lin Wei looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at each other's new mobile phones, and finally smiled awkwardly at each other.

"Are you disappointed? You've been in gangs for so long, and you can't even buy a mobile phone. Those classmates in your school have mobile phones now, right?"

Li Zicheng looked at Lin Wei.

Lin Wei shook his head: "No one in my family can afford a mobile phone. I'm the first one. Hey, I heard that the per capita annual income last year was more than 10,000 US dollars. How come I can't even see a shadow of it?" .”

"The average per capita is about eight." Li Zicheng was also aroused. He looked at the cars speeding away in the distance, exhaled smoke, and his eyes were blurred: "That group of bastards still said in the newspaper that the lowest The salary is 2100 an hour, Xiba."

After talking about this, Li Zicheng turned his head and glanced at him: "Are you still watching the news?"

"Don't you watch it too?" Lin Wei looked at him with a smile, Li Zicheng stopped the topic speechlessly, he didn't dare to talk about it.

Ordinary gangsters, how can they even know the per capita income and the minimum hourly wage like the two of them?

Li Zicheng understood Lin Wei, after all he had just left the police force, but what would Lin Wei think of him? As an undercover agent, he had to be more careful in this regard.

"Brother, is the game hall so unprofitable?" Lin Wei was a little curious.

"Don't you look at how many of us are there?" Li Zicheng glanced at Lin Wei speechlessly, and calculated for him: "We have more than 20 people in total now, how much money do we have to keep them from starving for a day?"

Even if one person eats a bowl of fried noodles a day

Hmm. 50,000 yuan.

But who the hell just wants to eat a bowl of fried noodles every day? Ding Qing just starved to death of his brothers who didn't dare to starve to death!

You have to consider the basic rent, cigarette money and so on.

The salary of the team is about 200,000 a day, which is the least.

Occasionally drink some wine, build a team, get injured and go to the hospital, rent, water and electricity.

No wonder Ding Qing spends every day watching movies in the cinema.

Save money!

"Xiba, this gangster doesn't look like a fool." Lin Wei curled his lips.

But in Lin Wei's heart, alarm bells suddenly sounded.

Something is wrong.

Where did Ding Qing's money go? Ding Qing couldn't even get 50,000 out of his pocket, and it's not right that Li Zicheng didn't buy a mobile phone until now!

But on the surface, Lin Wei pretended to be ignorant.

Li Zicheng said quietly: "So, you might as well go back to study for a better deal. At least finish university and take any class. You can start with five or six hundred thousand a month."

"How much money does Pu Zhen make a day?" Lin Wei turned to look at him.

Li Zicheng stopped talking.

He just held his cigarette in his mouth, stared at the sky for a while, and then blew out the cigarette butt: "It's so much that you can buy a Nokia and smash walnuts every day."

"Treat him." Lin Wei's eyes flashed: "Get money."

Li Zicheng laughed speechlessly, and reached out to pat him on the head: "You are more courageous than me. If you want to make money, keep an eye on him. You are new here, and not many people know you, but today I brought you You went through the motions, so you should pay more attention and don't cause trouble."

"No problem." Lin Wei was calm and confident: "When I was delivering food at the North Gate, this guy named Pu didn't know where he was."

Seeing that he was confident, Li Zicheng didn't ask any more questions. Strictly speaking, he didn't need Lin Wei to stare at people at all.

As long as the police start to take action and lock Pu Zhen into the police station, Section Chief Jiang will immediately send him a message to act.

But on the surface, he still had to keep an eye on him, and he also took this opportunity to see Lin Wei's ability to handle affairs.

"Here, I'll use these for my expenses these days. Call me anytime if you have any questions." Li Zicheng shook his mobile phone, and handed him a small stack of banknotes. Lin Wei reckoned that there was a hundred thousand It's about 100 yuan, obviously even taking into account the cost of finding a convenient place for him nearby.

Lin Wei nodded: "Brother, you too, call me anytime."

The two looked at each other's mobile phones and smiled at each other. Li Zicheng wandered away without knowing where he went, while Lin Wei also wandered away holding the mobile phone.

Walking to a place where no one was around, Lin Wei touched his slightly hungry stomach and called Section Chief Jiang.

"Hey, President Ma, I want to eat fish. I'm really hungry today."

".Got it! Why did you change your phone number?"

"I don't want to use what Lee Min Ho gave me."

"Got it, see you later."

Section Chief Jiang's voice was a little tired.

What the hell, after serving those who want to swim in the afternoon, you have to serve those who want to eat fish at night, right?

Section Chief Jiang was a little impatient even when he hung up the phone.

Lin Wei chuckled and put down the phone.

Lao Tzu sneaked into the enemy's team on the first day, so you don't have to express your appreciation? Do you have to give some money for the event?

You can't let me eat instant noodles every day as an undercover agent, right? You are somewhat overestimating your brother's will to fight.

Lin Wei was wandering on the street, watching the feasting and feasting, the rich people hugging the girl's car to pick up and drop off, and also seeing a lot of migrant workers drinking at the roadside stalls, tearing up.

There are not a few men and women fighting on the street, and occasionally you can see arrogant and domineering colleagues walking back and forth fiercely with crab steps.

From time to time, the police car whizzed past my ears

This is the daily life in 2002 that Lin Wei is most familiar with in the parallel world of South Korea.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked slowly for more than an hour, before he finally found the reserved place, a sashimi shop in Hannam-dong near the Han River, named Ma's Sashimi Shop.

Section Chief Jiang was quite careful when looking for cover, but it is estimated that this joint location will not take long, and sooner or later, like Li Zicheng in the movie, it will be replaced by a remote and uninhabited place.

"Do you have a reservation?"

As soon as he entered the door, the boss who lowered his head and was busy asked.

"President Ma."

"Box three."

Lin Wei nodded, looking at the decoration in the store, the typical Japanese layout,

Entering the box, Section Chief Jiang was toasting soju with a dark face.

"Here? What's the matter?"

Angry in his heart, but he couldn't send it to the newcomers, Section Chief Jiang could only act nonchalantly: "Eat early, and today I promised my family to go back early."

Lin Wei sat across from him, clutching his stomach and saying, "Brother, I haven't eaten tonight."

West eight.

Section Chief Jiang had no choice but to raise his voice: "Auntie, here are some plates of sashimi."

"I don't like sashimi, is there anything else?" Lin Wei looked at him.

"This is a sashimi shop." Chief Jiang took a deep breath.

Lin Wei could only shrug his shoulders: "I've joined them today, and I've received a new task, asking me to monitor a second-in-command of the North Gate School called Pu Zhen."

"Then do it?" Chief Jiang frowned: "What's the problem?"

"First, there is no money." Lin Wei spread his small hands with a helpless expression.

Chief Jiang shook his hand, raised his eyes, his eyes were inexplicable, seeing Lin Wei's sincere and expectant eyes, his lips trembled slightly.

Want to go west and stop.

Is your undercover process too fast?