Vol 2 Chapter 834: Unannounced

The old lady followed her gaze, took a step forward, bent over and smiled flatteringly: "Little comrade, I am not a bad person when I am old."
Age has nothing to do with whether you are a bad person, but the older you get, the better you are. However, Zhou Jiao didn't intend to argue with the other party at this point, but just nodded blankly, "What's the matter?"
"Do you want a big lobster?"
Zhou Jiao couldn't ignore the irritability in her heart, frowned, and shook her head, "If you speculate, you will be caught, and the old lady still makes fewer mistakes."
"Hey, little comrade. Don't worry, my yard is just ahead. How about 30 cents per catty? They are all large lobsters that weigh more than a catty."
Hearing what the other party said, Zhou Jiao was even more afraid of death, and left a few words, "Looking at your age is not easy, if you pester me again, I can call someone."
Regardless of the reaction of the old lady behind, Zhou Jiao walked quickly to the street before turning her head to take a look. I want to go back and track it again, and think about it or make less trouble.
She has always been sure of her hunch.
The "fisher" who was either a trafficker or a bait just now. If you are tempted, there must be a few sturdy guys waiting for you.
How heavy a pound of ghostly lobster!
Is there any fishy pants and shoes that are clean?
In the end, she still didn't worry about using a circuitous curve, drew a portrait of an old woman and sent a report letter to the local public/security/bureau.
As for the result? That is beyond her consideration.
Zhou Jiao, who was in the capital, never expected that it was her anonymous letter that allowed the local police station, which had never been able to catch clues, to successfully crack a smuggling group.
The old woman in the portrait often talked up with the young girl taking her to a yard not far away on the grounds of availability.
And inside the cellar are these stunned young women. Once packed with five people, they will be hidden in the bottom of the fishing boat and sent abroad that night.
There have been successive reports of missing young women. In order to stabilize the masses, the local police station is investigating them day and night. It is a pity that many families of the victims dare not disclose the truth.
This time Zhou Jiao's letter was like a ray of light, which suddenly awakened the police officers. I suddenly understood why the family members who reported the crime were afraid to tell the truth.
Speculation is inherently guilty. Who dares to confess?
Holding the lifelike portrait, the police quickly captured the old woman in the dock area reminded in the letter.
I'm afraid you don't check everything, no matter how cunning the fox is, it will show its tail in full view. For the old woman who was stubborn and not yelling injustice, the police did not dare to be careless this time. When investigating her family, they found that the other party had a son who was a fisherman.
At that time, the suspect was tightly controlled, and within a week, three young girls who were unconscious in the cellar were successfully rescued. Fortunately, this group wanted to sell for a high price, and these three survived being spoiled.
At this time, Zhou Jiao didn't know that after sending the letter, she had a friendship with the girl at the post office and successfully bought the scrap stamps in the warehouse. She was very happy.
Her Jia Ping An has collected three major stamp albums, and she has never seen these. It is estimated that the child will jump up happily when taken home.
Helan waited eagerly for her return in the room. When she saw her, he said happily: "I'm still worried that you are lost and are going to the streets to find you."
"I just walked around here and didn't go far." Zhou Jiao glanced at her with an extra duffel bag and changed the subject, "It's time for dinner, would you like Aunt Lan together?"
"Okay, this last meal."
"Wait a minute, I will wash my face."
Of course Helan had no objection, and smiled and picked up the purse.
This leather bag is like a man briefcase, exuding a smell of leather. For several nights, Zhou Jiao almost couldn't help but persuade her to change.
Later, when I saw Helan holding the purse under his armpit, walking in front of people with a calm face and chest up, he was bound to assume a majestic look. At that moment, Zhou Jiao somewhat understood the meaning.
There is a kind of person who is both inferior and arrogant. She... Maybe she really wants to be on par with men.
When the two went out, Helan mentioned the price gap between here and Beijing.
Judging from Zhou Jiao's journey from the south to the north, it was actually not much difference, and it was not that the two places were separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. Under the planned economy, unified purchase and sales control prices.
"...The last time a colleague went on a business trip to the sea market, he bought a gold silk and red scarf for her girl at five yuan each. It was really beautiful. Unfortunately, I haven't been there yet, or else I will buy one for the children at home. ..."
"...The gold wire glows under the sun. The red color is suitable for a girl like you. It can be used as a head flower or a mask when the weather is cold. Don't look at five yuan, which is very expensive."
Zhou Jiao nodded hard and smiled. This person has something that doesn't match the other party's image. Could it be that Iron Lady also has a princess heart?
"...This is your first business trip, right?"
Zhou Jiao nodded and greeted the familiar faces passing by, but did not pay attention to what the other party said before? But it should be considered the first business trip since work.
She smiled and nodded.
"Sure enough, I expected it." Helan smiled clearly, "Seeing you are still young, you won't go home empty-handed after you get married."
Zhou Jiao didn't intend to announce anything about herself, but she didn't want the other party to misunderstand, "Aunt Lan, I'm already married."
"Huh?" Helan shook his head, "It's a pity..."
Zhou Jiao smiled and did not answer. As for what a pity? She didn't even want to know ~EbookFREE.me~ Except Zhang Guoqing, which man is worthy of her life in this world?
"Where is your target? He is also in the capital?"
Speaking of Zhang Guoqing, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but smile. "From the northeast, we both grew up together. I went to work, he was enlisted, and he is now a soldier."
"No wonder you got married so early." Helan nodded thoughtfully, "It's good for a man to be a soldier, but it's better if you live apart in two places."
"Haha..." Zhou Jiao really didn't plan to show off afterwards.
Before leaving, the five people gathered to discuss the work summary.
At this time, Zhou Jiao realized that she had to submit a report to the unit before the vacation. Doesn't she mean to write two copies?
"I hope it will be with us next time on business trip. Remember to call me when you have time."
"Thanks, I will definitely go to your unit to have a meal when I have time. But we shouldn't have the chance before. I heard that there will be an inventory activity soon. I might have another task."
Zhou Jiao heard the words and looked at the male colleague in the secretary department at the same time. It's a pity that it's a big deal, so others will reveal it.
While others were still thinking about it, Zhou Jiao felt a little bit in her heart. Counting the time, some things are almost here.
The family doesn't worry about being involved, especially Zhang Guoqing's that is even more impossible. It's her godfather that I don't know if there is any noise?
At this moment, Zhou Jiao with a smile on her face quietly listened to everyone's conversation, and she had already passed all her family and friends in her mind.
She wondered if Zhang Guoqing would rush back to the northeast if he learned the news? But as his wife, Zhou Jiao intends to help him.
Fortune and misfortune are both dependent on each other. Who knows if I need help from outsiders in the future. Especially the old captain who was dedicated to his father, Zhou Jiao couldn't bear to hurt such a good old man.