Chapter 297

For the past half month, Jiang Ye had been very busy, leaving early and returning late every day. When asked, his brother also couldn't say anything specific.

After finally waiting and staying up without sleeping, the other party pulled the light switch and leaned over, completely placing Shen Man in the clouds, forgetting her purpose.

After several times in a row, Shen Man rubbed her waist and pondered the taste of it.

This person was doing it on purpose!

In fact, Jiang Ye was indeed doing it on purpose, but it was more of a physical instinct.

Anyone who has been married knows that the sexual attraction of the other half is completely irresistible.

If there is, then maybe one side doesn't love the other that much.

In the state-run restaurant, Old Mo brought the person into a private room, then took a package from the shelf in the back kitchen and sent it over.

"Here, a package sent by Old Han from the Capital."

Jiang Ye unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled his sleeves to his elbows, then unbuttoned the first button under his collar, and let out a long sigh of relief. "When did it arrive?"

"Yesterday afternoon. I figured you'd come in the next two days, so I didn't send it to you."

Old Mo took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, subconsciously pulled one out to hand to the other party, then stopped and slapped his forehead. "Forgot, forgot, you've quit smoking now."

Jiang Ye looked at Old Mo noncommittally. Seeing the other party sniffing the cigarette box like a treasure, he promised inadvertently:

"Next time I come, I'll bring you a few cigarette coupons."

"Alright, I'll go pick some dried goods for you to take home. You unpack the package first."

Old Mo chuckled. This brother was loyal enough!

Jiang Ye was silent. He suspected that if he hadn't said he would bring Old Mo cigarette coupons just now, this guy wouldn't have seen the rabbit and wouldn't have released the hawk!

That's what he thought, but the arc of his lips rose unconsciously.

His movements didn't slow down. After unpacking the package, it revealed a wooden box wrapped tightly inside.

Unpacking the wooden box revealed the foam box inside.

Hmm?

How many layers were there?

Good, good, continue unpacking.

After unpacking the foam box, it revealed the true face of the item inside—

Pentax K1000, all-metal casing, film SLR camera.

Pentax K1000 web image, produced in 1976.

Below were six rolls of film neatly arranged, as well as the operation manual.

Old Han, that is, Han Mingguang, had a very high starting point and was the only team member in that mission who didn't have to go to the battlefield.

Afterward, he was forcibly arranged by his family to retire and transferred back to the Capital. He currently works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and his position is not low.

Last time his wife said she wanted to take a family portrait, he kept it in his heart.

There weren't many photo studios in Haibin City, only one.

And it was black and white. Not to mention the technology, it could only take indoor photos and couldn't take photos outdoors.

Taking photos, family portraits—if they could take them at home, take real-life photos by the sea, wouldn't it be better?

So during this time, he was busy contacting Old Han, asking the other party to borrow a camera, and by the way, helping him check on someone.

Besides doing this, he also took on a mission to cooperate with the Public Security Department to investigate a smuggling case.

Since it was a mission, naturally he couldn't be honest with his family.

Even his brother-in-law didn't know what he was doing.

But his brother-in-law was relatively clear-headed about such things and wouldn't talk nonsense, so he was still relatively at ease.

"Dried goods are plentiful, large in quantity, and cheap recently. I'll grab so much for you. You take it back and let your sister-in-law try it first. If it's delicious, next time you come to send me cigarette coupons, I'll grab another basket for you."

Look, Old Mo came back excitedly carrying a basket of dried mushrooms.

Seeing the square box on the table, he understood:

"You're borrowing a camera from Old Han? This thing is expensive. Be careful when you use it. Don't bump it. That guy likes to collect this kind of thing; he treats it like a baby."

Speaking of which, for someone who treasures a camera so much to be willing to lend it to Jiang Ye, it shows how much Old Han values their brotherhood.

Wait, valuing brotherhood, why didn't he send him some cigarette and alcohol coupons?

Damn it, a world where only he was injured was achieved!

"Mm."

Jiang Ye finished reading the handwritten manual from Old Han and wiped away the secret code calmly.

After all, the person being investigated was in a different system and held a high position.

When sending packages, there would be special people to check the contents of the package to see if the items were dangerous or harmful.

Borrowing a camera was true, but passing messages was also true.

For this kind of thing, the more people who knew, the more danger there was.

It was better not to let Old Mo know.

"Alright, I'm taking the things home. My wife wants to take a family portrait. I'll go home first to study how to use the camera. I can't waste the film."

"Okay, when you're not busy another day, I'll go see my nephew and niece. The little things change every day. If I don't brush up on my presence, they won't remember me next time."

Although he intended to be a bachelor for life, it didn't mean Old Mo didn't like children.

He would at most praise other people's children as cute, but he cherished his brother's children!

"If you want to come, come. Grandpa is always at home."

Jiang Ye stated his position while packing the package.

He welcomed Old Mo, and so did his family.

Whenever Old Mo wanted to see his children, he could go to his house at any time.

If Old Mo was willing, when the children were older, it wouldn't matter if they recognized him as a godfather.

"I know, I know, you're long-winded."

Old Mo complained, but his heart was blooming with joy.

He sent Jiang Ye to the door. After the person walked far away, he showed sorrow.

Sigh, Jiang Ye's family was happy, smooth, and couldn't be smoother.

He didn't know how Old Zhou was doing. It had been almost half a year since he left, and he hadn't sent a single letter back. He didn't know if he was doing well or not!

Hong Kong City—

On the pier, people came and went, ships passed by one after another, and it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Over here in the shanties, located near the pier, there were rusty iron houses everywhere, and the smell of urine and sour sweat was everywhere, stinking to the heavens.

Next door to a locked shanty, the sounds of heavy panting and a man's rough venting lasted for a long time, invisibly stimulating the nerves of the woman next door.

The frightened woman covered her ears with both hands, curled up behind the door, and didn't move.

Ji Xianxian, who was originally young and beautiful and at least a beauty in the making, was now like a withered flower. Her whole person became dull, ordinary, and even, because she didn't have a good postpartum month, grew a lot of white hair!

Not only was her figure haggard and thin, but she also looked like she had aged ten years with fine lines...

All of this started from when the two of them came to Hong Kong City, were robbed by local bullies, and after their money, coupons, and introduction letters were all robbed, they fell to the lowest level of the shanties...