"Okay, take as many photos as possible after you see the target tomorrow, from the front, side, and back. Also, take photos of everyone who comes into contact with the target, especially the men, make sure not to miss a single one." Fatty Ying nodded.
At this moment, Li Shishi also made an excuse to come out. She closed the bedroom door, ran over lightly, threw the note she was holding onto the table, and said quickly, "Zhang Bing lives in the old district committee compound. Her parents are both out of town, and her grandfather was the former deputy district head. He's now in the Committee for the Care of the Next Generation, or the Committee for the Care of the Next Generation for short—" She glanced back at Baozi's room door and continued, "This is what I learned from Wang Jing. This is Zhang Bing's phone number, but I'm afraid it would be too presumptuous to call—" As she spoke, she unfolded the note, revealing a phone number inside. Li Shishi glanced back again and hurriedly said, "Time is running out. I suggest we discuss the details tomorrow."
Just then, Baozi shouted, "Xiao Nan, come quick! Yin Xiaotian is out!"
I said, puzzled, "Why are you acting like a secret agent? Baozi isn't against Yu-ge's actions, so why are you afraid of her?"
Li Shishi said, "My cousin-in-law doesn't object to Big Guy pursuing Zhang Bing, but do you dare let her know that this is like the King of Chu pursuing Consort Yu? Besides—I still need to go see Yin Xiaotian."
I waved my hand and said, "Go on, go on, go read your 'What Can I Use to Kill You, My Love'." Li Shishi glared at me, and while running away, she loudly asked Baozi, "Who exactly killed Zhu Siping?"
Xiang Yu asked me, "Where is the old district committee?"
I quickly picked up a pencil and drew a few squares on a piece of waste newspaper. Then I tucked the pencil behind my ear, pointed to one of the squares, and said, "We're here now. This is their school. And this is the old district committee dormitory building. If the target's grandfather is a retired deputy district head, his exact location should be on the second or third floor of the middle unit."
"What's this?" Qin Shi Huang asked, pointing to the two open mouths on the square representing University C.
"These are the two gates of the target school."
Jing Ke covered his ears with the transistor radio, placed his other hand on the newspaper, and asked coldly, "I need to know first which door the target usually uses? And how many people usually accompany her?"
This was the clearest and most concise sentence I'd ever heard from Ersha since I'd known him. Xiang Yu shuddered and said, "You don't mean to kill her, do you?"
I pointed to Ersha's room and said, "Kezi, this is none of your business. You can go to sleep now."
After Jing Ke left, I coughed and said, "Let's just call our target Zhang Bing."
Xiang Yu pressed two fingers on the squares on the newspaper representing the old district committee dormitory and the pawnshop, and asked, "I want to know, how far are we from her house?"
I took out my pencil and started sketching, saying, "There's Steel Street and Democracy Road in between. There are two cinemas and at least three cafes along the way. You can take her to a movie and have coffee on your way home—of course, you can't drive your current car. Bangzi went to get you a car. If he doesn't come back tonight, there's a good chance you'll have a chance."
Xiang Yu asked curiously, "Watching a movie and drinking coffee?"
I said, "Yes. Of course, you'll have to send flowers and go on a date during the day first. Oh, by the way, Yu-ge, you need to learn how to send text messages. I'll get you a cell phone tomorrow."
Xiang Yu stood there dumbfounded for a long time, then stammered, "I don't know any of these..."
"What's there to be afraid of! You don't know how to give flowers to women? Women love flowers, flowers are the reproductive organs of plants..." I looked at the dumbfounded Xiang Yu and said in surprise, "You're not afraid, are you?"
Xiang Yu immediately replied, "What wouldn't I dare to do?"
"That's right, you're the Hegemon-King of Chu, what's there to be afraid of? Think back to your bloody romance with your sister-in-law back then, you could still flirt and banter even when surrounded by hundreds of people."
Xiang Yu said in a low voice, "I would rather be surrounded by hundreds more men."
Now I can see it clearly: our Hegemon-King of Western Chu was indeed intimidated.
But how easy is it to find hundreds of people to surround them again and recreate the scene from back then?
How about letting 300 have it? Let's make it real then, talk to 300, since there's only one year left, might as well die and let Xiang Yu kill them for fun? Would they agree? Unless it's Yue Fei chasing girls, that's more likely.
Damn, I actually came up with this idea. Am I too inhumane?
Just then, an unfamiliar number called. When I answered, it was Yan Jingsheng. He had bought a cell phone with the first month's salary I gave him. He called mainly to complain about the Liangshan heroes and Li Bai. He angrily said, "Director Xiao, what kind of teachers did you hire? All they do is eat and loaf around all day. They're all martial arts teachers, so it's understandable that they're a bit lax. But the most infuriating one is that Chinese teacher, Mr. Li. He's drunk every day. One day I went to him to discuss teaching, and guess what he said?"
I was curious too, so I asked, "What?"
He told me, "I'm drunk and want to sleep, so you may leave."
I said, "Is this a poem by Li Bai?"
Yan Jingsheng, filled with righteous indignation, shouted, "Whether it's Li Bai's poem or not is unimportant; what matters is the last line."
"What exactly did he say?"
He told me, "I'm drunk and want to sleep, you can go away, go to hell!"
Chapter 84 Funeral Committee
I was also furious after hearing Yan Jingsheng's words. I said, "Teacher Yan, I support you. What's so great about him? But you should be careful. I heard that he has mastered a foreign language that has been lost."
Yan Jingsheng said, "What angered me wasn't his insults, but his attitude. How can someone like him be a role model for others?"
I said, "Exactly, exactly. From now on, we'll just pay him a salary but not let him teach, and we'll embarrass him. Poets hate this the most. Emperors used to do this all the time, and many poets were smugly driven away."
"He was also a poet?"
"Hmm, he wrote quite a few poems. By the way, was 'Go to hell' written by Li Bai?"
"No, that's not it. The original line is 'I'm drunk and want to sleep, so you may leave. If you wish, come with your zither tomorrow.' That's what Li Bai wrote."
I chuckled and said, "You know what, it's much better after he made those changes."
"Director Xiao, I think there's something wrong with our school. We don't even have an admissions office. Who will receive students when they come?"
I said, "Then you can take on the role. You'll be the director of the admissions office from now on. Just find any classroom to use as your office."
Yan Jingsheng felt a greater sense of responsibility on his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely make our school stronger quickly."
I told him, "Our school is not recruiting students for the time being. Your task is to persuade all the students who come to apply to give up."
"Huh? Why?"
"We're a free school, so we can't accommodate that many students. Didn't the people from the shelter come today for the school anniversary celebration? They even left our school's phone number. I think that guy has ulterior motives; he might be planning to move the shelter to our school. You know, the shelters have all stopped forcibly repatriating people now. He just needs to point out a way for those homeless people and they'll all come over. Our school has such good food."
Yan Jingsheng thought for a long time and said, "That's right... then let's not set up an admissions office for now."