Veteran never die

Chapter 309 Is it true?
0311 What the hell?
Li Ming nodded: "Understood, the two chiefs, I will actively cooperate with your work."

Li Ming, the manager of the Asia Hotel, was an officer who was injured during the liberation of Siping. Because of his health, he could not continue to fight with the troops. After consideration, his superiors placed him as the manager of an important unit like the Asia Hotel.

Comrades with military qualities and strong political skills are suitable for working in Asia Hotel.

Wang Liang asked: "Manager Li, who is responsible for the supply and delivery of your restaurant's usual ingredients?"

Li Ming replied without hesitation: "Our restaurant has a special purchaser. Generally, vegetables are ordered in a few surrounding towns, and then delivered directly by farmers. Because meat and poultry are in short supply, our restaurant breeds them by ourselves. One point, it is self-sufficient, and there are not many external purchases."

Wang Liangliang nodded and continued to ask: "What time does the vegetable farmer usually deliver the vegetables?"

"Well, I can't say for sure, usually around three or four o'clock in the afternoon. As you know, Chief, the founding ceremony is about to be held, and the restaurant has a lot of guests. Recently, our restaurant consumes a lot of vegetables. There are more than a dozen vegetable farmers who come to deliver goods one day, so the time is comparative," Li Ming explained.

Wang Liang looked at his watch, it was already 02:30 in the afternoon, and it was almost time to deliver the food.

"Old Mu."

Mu Fengyun nodded. As a veteran, he already knew what Wang Liang was saying.

Obviously, pretending to be a vegetable farmer and sneaking into an Asian restaurant to wait for an opportunity to cause damage is not an excellent choice.

Mu Fengyun got out of the car to set up, and a large net was quietly pulled open.

Through the car window, Wang Liang saw that Mu Fengyun was negotiating with the company commander in charge of the security mission outside the hotel. Obviously, the two were already familiar with each other. After a brief greeting, the plainclothes entered the checkpoint.

About four or ten minutes later, the first vegetable farmer appeared. He took the order placed by the buyer, accepted the strict inspection of the gate guards and entered the restaurant smoothly.

Wang Liang understands that the order in the hand of the vegetable farmer has the signature of the buyer and a special number, which cannot be faked.

In more than ten minutes, at least five groups of vegetable farmers entered the restaurant back and forth, without any abnormalities.

Mu Fengyun couldn't sit still anymore, he couldn't help thinking, if the interrogation is so strict, would the spies choose this channel?
This kind of routine inspection can't find any clues.

Just when Mu Fengyun wanted to communicate with Wang Liang, Wang Liang spoke first, "Here, Lao Mu, let your people control that guy."

Mu Fengyun raised his eyes and saw that the vegetable farmer Wang Liang was pointing to had completed the inspection of the soldiers and was about to enter the restaurant with a load.

"Okay." Although he had doubts in his heart, Mu Fengyun did as he did, and issued an arrest signal to the policemen ambushing around.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move, police!"

"Copy it!"

"be honest."

Five plainclothes men swarmed up, and took the vegetable farmer under control.

You must know that these plainclothes are all soldiers who have just completed the transfer, and they have a strong tactical literacy.

The vegetable farmer didn't resist much, he was already frightened by this sudden accident.

"What are you guys doing? I'm here to deliver vegetables, why are you arresting me? I'm an honest farmer, and I haven't done anything wrong!"

"You guys are the People's Liberation Army? Isn't the People's Liberation Army a team for our poor people?"

The vegetable growers, who had been relieved, kept crying out for grievances, as if they had been greatly wronged.

After the search, the plainclothes reported to Mufeng Yunhui: "Section Chief, I searched and found nothing."

Mu Fengyun stepped forward to check the vegetable farmer's palm, and couldn't help frowning. Although there were calluses on his hand, it wasn't on the belly of his index finger, obviously not from touching the gun for a long time.

And judging from the appearance, he is an honest farmer, with tanned skin and wrinkles on his face, he looks like he has been weather-beaten.

Could it be that the wrong person was caught?
The voice of the vegetable farmers attracted many passers-by, and they couldn't help but stop and watch, pointing.

Not long after the People's Liberation Army entered the city, the mass base was very weak. Enemy agents lurking in the city joined forces with local hooligans to spread rumors and slander the People's Liberation Army.

Obviously, the scene of arresting vegetable farmers made many people suspicious of this team.

Could it be that this army, which claims to be the People's Army, oppressed the people just like those warlords did?
There are many good people in China who like to act as spectators and watch the excitement. There are more and more people watching, and the vegetable farmers are also very talkative, crying out for grievances.

Mu Fengyun, who was at a loss, couldn't help but look at Wang Liang. If the trouble continues like this, the impact will be bad.

Mu Fengyun lowered his voice and asked Wang Liang, "Old Wang, are you sure there is something wrong with this person?"

"Don't worry, Lao Mu, I'll show you a good show." Wang Liang smiled slightly and walked towards the vegetable farmer.

Seeing that Wang Liang seemed to be the leader, the vegetable farmer knelt down with a thud, kowtowed and begged to let him go, and was very wronged, "I am really wronged, bosses, officers, I don't want my vegetable money, I don't want it I beg you guys to let me go."

The people around began to point and point, and the voice of the discussion became louder and louder.

Of course, most of them questioned Wang Liang's voice.

The main reason is that this vegetable farmer is too pitiful, and public opinion is often on the side of the disadvantaged.

Speaking of this, Wang Liang paused for a while, which made the netizens anxious immediately, and captured the comment area.

"Old Chief, continue."

"Later, is that vegetable farmer a spy?"

"I think the wrong person was arrested. The most common subject for the military and central command to train spies is shooting. The gun must be shot accurately. A good shooter is fed with bullets. There is no callus on the index finger, so he is definitely not a spy. .”

"I'm so anxious, what's the next step?"

"Quick! Don't stop!"

Back in 1949, that September afternoon.

Looking at the pitiful vegetable farmer, Wang Liang asked indifferently: "Do you want to continue acting?"

Hearing Wang Liang's rhetorical question, the vegetable farmer's body twitched subconsciously, and the expression on his face also changed slightly, but it was all instantaneous.

But this was all seen by Wang Liang.

"Boss, I really don't understand what you are talking about. I am a farmer who cultivates the land, and my ancestors are also honest farmers. I really don't know how I offended all the bosses today. I kowtow and admit my mistake .”

The vegetable farmer is very good at creating an atmosphere, so he becomes a vulnerable group.

Obviously, it was Wang Liang who was bullying him, bullying the weak.

(End of this chapter)