Chapter 685 Old Wei!
At around six o'clock in the evening, a hunchbacked middle-aged man pulled a cart back to a scrap collection station.
"Old Wei! It seems that your harvest today is really good!" A middle-aged man in the scrap collection station saw the bottles and cans loaded on the cart and greeted the hunchbacked middle-aged man with a smile.
Old Wei, a hunchbacked middle-aged man, heard the doorman's words and said to the doorman with a smile: "Old Zhong! I'm lucky today! So I collected some more things."
Old Wei pulled the cart to the warehouse, and after handing it over to the warehouse, he limped towards where he lived.
"Old Wei! Why are you back so early today?"
"Old Wei! My family fried some peanuts today. Do you want to come to my place for a drink tonight?"
Lao Wei limped into a two-entry courtyard. The residents in the courtyard greeted him warmly when they saw him coming back.
When Lao Wei heard what his neighbors said, he greeted them politely.
"The eldest sister of the Liu family! I'm lucky today. I collected a lot of things, so I got off work early."
"Lao Zhou! I have something to do tonight, let's drink this wine another day."
Lao Wei limped to the door of his home. He first glanced at the crack in the door to make sure that the secret mark on the door had not been destroyed, then opened the door and walked into his home.
After returning to the house, Old Wei first turned on the light, then locked the door from the inside, reached into his pocket and took out a note.
After reading the contents of the note, Old Wei dropped the note in his hand into the stove. The note instantly turned into a ball of flame and was burned away.
Thinking of the content on the note, Old Wei frowned and murmured to himself: "Donghuamen Street is where some units are located. Most of these units have soldiers standing guard. This task is not ordinary!"
"Collect waste! Is there any waste to be collected?" At around eight o'clock the next morning, a hunched-over middle-aged man pulled a cart and shouted as he walked along Donghuamen Street.
"The waste collector! There are some empty wine bottles for sale in the canteen of our unit. Come with me quickly." When Old Wei pulled the trolley past a unit, a middle-aged man who was chatting with someone at the door of the unit heard Old Wei Wei's shout immediately shouted to Old Wei.
When Old Wei heard the shouting, he subconsciously stopped and quickly replied: "Collect it! As long as it is scrap, our scrap station will collect it."
After hearing Old Wei's answer, the middle-aged man immediately ordered to Old Wei: "Comrade! Which scrap station do you belong to? Do you have a certificate? If so, go to the guard room to register, and then follow me Go in and count the bottles. If you don’t bring the certificate, just wait here and I’ll arrange for someone to deliver the bottles to you.”
When Old Wei heard the middle-aged man's words, he replied with a compliment: "Comrade! I brought the ID issued by my work unit, and I will go to the guard to register now."
When the middle-aged man heard what Old Wei said, he immediately ordered the soldier on guard: "Comrade! I want to take this comrade from the scrap collection station to the canteen to collect a batch of unwanted bottles. Please help him register. ”
When the soldier heard the middle-aged man's introduction, he immediately nodded and said to Old Wei: "Comrade! Please come with me." After registering, Old Wei pulled the cart and walked in behind the middle-aged man. In the courtyard.
Old Wei looked at the staff walking around in the courtyard and asked the middle-aged man with curiosity; "Comrade! What kind of unit are you here? Why are there so many people?"
The middle-aged man leading the way didn't think much about it when he heard Old Wei's inquiry. He introduced with a proud look: "We are a ministry-level unit here, so there are naturally more people."
When Lao Wei heard the middle-aged man's answer, he felt the arrogance in his words. He smiled and asked the middle-aged man: "Comrade! Is the unit next door to you also a ministry-level unit? Why does the office building next door only have two floors? High, and your office building here is four stories high.”
When the middle-aged man heard what Lao Wei said, he replied without thinking: "The compound next door is a department-level unit under the Government Affairs Council. How can it be compared with our unit?"
When Lao Wei heard the middle-aged man's introduction, he showed a puzzled expression on his face and asked curiously: "Comrade! Aren't the units on East Street all ministerial-level units? How come departments and bureau-level units work here? And he still uses such a big yard alone.”
When the middle-aged man heard Lao Wei's inquiry, he didn't think much and replied: "Although the Trade Department is a department-level unit, the Trade Department has more power than us!"
Halfway through his words, the middle-aged man suddenly felt something was wrong. He stopped instinctively, looked at Old Wei who was following him with suspicion, and asked him: "Comrade! I said you are a rag collector, how could you do this?" There are so many questions, are these things you can ask?”
Seeing that the middle-aged man was alert, Lao Wei immediately explained with a smile: "Comrade! I'm just curious, please don't pay attention."
When the middle-aged man heard Old Wei's explanation and saw the other party's honest and courteous face, he did not forget to remind Old Wei: "You are just meeting me. If you meet anyone else, you will definitely be reported as an enemy agent. In the future, you will be reported as an enemy agent." If you want to collect rags in this area, you'd better not ask around."
When Lao Wei heard the middle-aged man's reminder, he quickly thanked the middle-aged man: "Comrade! Thank you for your reminder. I will definitely not pry around in the future."
In the next few days, Lao Wei would pull a cart and buy scraps along Dongda Road every day. When he passed by the Trading Department, he would pay special attention to the situation in the Trading Department.
This situation lasted for a week. One night, under the cover of darkness, Lao Wei came to the entrance of a very remote courtyard.
Standing at the door of the small courtyard, Old Wei first looked left and right, observing the surroundings for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically.
The courtyard door opened quickly. The middle-aged man who opened the door saw Old Wei standing at the door and asked him with a vigilant look: "Why are you here so late?"
When Old Wei heard the middle-aged man's inquiry, he did not answer the other party's question directly. Instead, he ignored the other party's existence and limped into the small courtyard.
Old Wei walked into the house where the middle-aged man lived, as if he were returning to his own home, sat down in front of a chair, and whispered to the middle-aged man who walked into the house after him: "Old man! Come in! What Feng asked us to investigate has already become clear. All the new equipment purchased by Huaxia’s factories was purchased through the Trade Department.”
"What department is the Trade Department? Why have I never heard of it, Old Wei! Could it be that you brought a piece of false information to deceive Shangfeng?" The middle-aged man looked suspicious when he heard the situation introduced by Old Wei. Questioned Lao Wei.
Facing the middle-aged man's doubts, Old Wei was not angry. He opened his mouth and told the middle-aged man: "Old man! This is absolutely true. Go out of the city tomorrow and send a telegram to Shangfeng."
(End of chapter)