Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 130: Confused Old Zhang

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Confused Old Zhang

When it comes to Sun Valley County, many people will think of Kailani Ruiz, and they will also think of Wu Er, Wu Song.

Sun Valley is a place of outstanding people and spiritual land, where Yusuf Zuck was born and raised.

At this moment, a long-distance bus pulled into the Sun Valley County bus station, and a man wearing a duckbill cap and carrying a travel bag got off.

Chewing on gum, after getting off the bus, he went to a nearby supermarket to buy some black dates, and then munched on them while hailing a taxi and giving the name of a restaurant.

"Mountain River Village" was the restaurant the duckbill cap wanted to go to; it was a rustic restaurant specializing in traditional dishes cooked in an iron pot over a wood fire.

In less than ten minutes, a taxi dropped the duckbill cap off at the Mountain River Village restaurant, and as soon as he entered, a young man in his twenties immediately waved to him.

The duckbill cap set down his travel bag, also looking towards the large pot on the dining table.

"Eating here is pretty special, huh? Wood fire stew, eating while it’s cooking?" the duckbill cap asked curiously since right in front of him was a pot over a fire, the pot covered with an old-fashioned wooden lid, from which steam and aroma were billowing out.

"Yes, it’s the specialty here, iron pot stew, very delicious." The young man said as he lifted the lid halfway, and the aroma and steam immediately rose up.

Smelling the fragrance, the duckbill cap asked, "It smells so good, what kind of meat is stewed in there?"

"Goose!" the young man laughed. "Autumn goose, just fully grown. There are also potato vermicelli in the pot, it’s almost ready."

"Smells wonderful. How about some white liquor? Is there the same ’three bowls and not past the post’ that Wu Song drank?" the duckbill cap smiled.

"It’s already being heated. Jinyang Ridge alcohol, 42 percent proof. Each of us at least a quarter of a kilo," the young man replied.

"Great, ’three bowls and not past the post,’ haha, later we’ll go tiger-fighting!" laughed the duckbill cap heartily.

"Tiger? He’s at best a worm!" the young man shook his head.

"Hmm, tell me about him," the duckbill cap lowered his voice.

"His name is Felix Zuck, forty-nine years old, looks to be a little over 170 centimeters tall, and probably weighs a bit over a hundred kilos, seeming very slim and thin."

"Right now, he’s in the mahjong parlor diagonally across from us. The man has no proper job, and he only does two things all day!"

"One is gambling, and the other is drinking."

The young man gave a wry smile, "He wakes up in the morning, starts off with two shots with pickles, then wanders around the area. Later, as soon as it’s eight o’clock, he would head into the mahjong parlor across the street, playing all day long, having lunch there, and in the evening, if he wins money, he’d go to a nearby tavern to order a dish and start drinking."

"And if he doesn’t win? He goes straight home but still drinks when he gets there."

"I’ve already told you about his family, Yusuf Zuck’s mother passed away not long ago, and he has a sister studying at the Beijing Film Academy, a freshman in the acting department. Well, that’s about it."

"Always a loser in ten gambles nine times, what’s his source of income?" the duckbill cap asked curiously.

"He gets welfare, a few hundred a month I guess," the young man answered.

"A few hundred a month is enough for his drinking, enough for his gambling?" the duckbill cap expressed surprise.

"Couldn’t find out anything more specific, maybe he has some savings," said the young man with a smile.

"Oh," the duckbill cap nodded: "When does he usually come out?"

"Always after nine," the young man thought for a moment. "This person is done for, a complete fool. You haven’t seen what he looks like; once you do, you’ll know. He talks with booze on his breath. To use the local lingo, he’s just idle and ignorant."

"Heh, if that’s the case, then it’s going to be much easier to handle. Some people, they are like that their whole lives," the duckbill cap sighed.

"It’s almost ready, let’s eat. Just this one dish, let it simmer and eat at the same time," the young man lifted the wooden lid off the pot and directly reached in with chopsticks to snag a piece of duck for himself.

After tasting a mouthful, the man in the duck tongue cap immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Delicious!"

"Haha, let’s take our time drinking, we’ve got plenty of time," the young man laughed heartily.

...

Meanwhile, across from the Mountain River Village Diner in the mahjong parlor, Felix Zuck was in high spirits, having won money today. He’d played mahjong all day and won over six hundred dollars.

"Old Zuck, you’re treating today!" The ones he played mahjong with were actually three women—all three were chubby old ladies!

"No treat, eating with you three is no fun," Felix chuckled with a grin.

"Then what would make it fun?" the three chubby old ladies asked, looking at him.

"Drinking, how about a small half liter each? If you can’t handle that, I’m not eating with you!" Felix Zuck said, curling his lip dismissively.

"Can’t you be a little gentlemanly and treat us to a big meal?"

"No grace, just won’t treat," Felix Zuck didn’t hold back from saying he wouldn’t treat them just because they were women.

He was fond of drinking and gambling, but not at all interested in the opposite sex; he was immune to women. Given the choice between a bottle of Laobai liquor and a naked beauty, he would undoubtedly pick the Laobai without hesitation.

The man might have been muddled through life but was also extremely stubborn.

"You’re the stingiest guy under the sun. But hey Zuck, your wife’s passed on, don’t you plan on finding another?" One chubby woman suddenly threw Felix a flirtatious glance. She was single as well, her husband having died two years before, and she was in the prime of her womanhood. So she was looking to pair up with someone; even if not to settle down with, at least to warm the bed or relieve a little stress.

"Not looking, no interest. Hugging a woman is not as good as hugging a bottle of liquor!" Felix Zuck shook his head persistently and paid no mind to the woman’s coquettish glance.

"Look at you, what a waste. Sooner or later you’ll die on top of a bottle!" the chubby woman cursed.

"Still better than dying on a woman’s belly!" Felix Zuck replied.

"Are you impotent or what? Isn’t there a saying, ’To die under the peonies, to be a romantic ghost’? You, Old Zuck, would rather die on top of liquor than on a woman’s belly. You must be sick!"

The women who played mahjong daily in the parlor were not exactly refined; the stout matrons dared to say anything.

"Peony? You’re a peony? At best, you’re a ’dog’s tail moss’"—(dog’s tail moss, a mushroom-like fungus, also known as dung fungus.)

"You’re the dog’s tail moss, you’re the dog’s tail moss!" The chubby woman was so infuriated by Old Zuck’s words, she thought him an utter bastard.

"Haha, got another winning hand, pay up, pay up!" In the midst of talking, Felix Zuck won again and burst out laughing.

"I’m not playing anymore, won’t pay." The chubby woman pushed away her mahjong tiles, grabbed her bag, and stormed out. The other two women also refused to pay, quickly gathering their things and leaving the parlor.

Old Zuck wasn’t upset. It was the last game after all; it wasn’t unusual not to get paid.

He pocketed the six hundred plus he won, and leaving the mahjong parlor, he ducked into a store selling Drunken Duck and bought a freshly roasted duck before heading home with it under his arm.

He had Dogwood Fruit wine at home, so there was no need to buy liquor.

"He’s coming out," the young man from the village indicated to Felix Zuck as he emerged, while the man in the duck tongue cap glanced at Felix and continued to eat.

"No rush, let him drink first. The more he drinks, the easier it’ll be for us to handle our business," he said.