"The war is over." The owner of Shaxian snack sat in front of me with a cigarette in his mouth and erratic eyes. A puff of smoke crawled out of his mouth.

I feel unhappy.

At that time, I asked for a cage of steamed buns and a big wonton, and I enjoyed it very much. I wanted another chicken leg. Actually, I'd rather eat the big row in the big row set meal, but I don't know if I can sell it separately. I have something brewing in my mind. Middle-aged people sat down in front of me, smiling customers who ate alone, talking absently and smoking cigarettes.

"What war? In addition, is the big row in the big row package sold separately? " I asked patiently.

He got up and went to the kitchen and brought a pot full of pot-stewed vegetables. Eggs, dried beans, chicken legs, big ribs.

"Who are you ...? "I asked.

"Help yourself, free of charge. You want white rice, I'll add it. " He handed me a big spoon. "Listen to me. I have something on my mind. It's over. I have something to say. "

This is a good deal. I nodded.

"Look," he pointed away. In a Lanzhou ramen restaurant, the boss and several guys are sitting on a table at the door, each holding a poker. "What are they doing?"

"Playing cards", I found a marinated egg in the pot that has been marinated for a long time and tastes better.

"No, look carefully." He wore a sneer.

I stopped chopsticks and observed carefully. They held a poker in their hands, and for a long time no one moved, their expressions were numb and they were silent to each other.

"hey." He knocked on the table. "I understand this feeling."

I ignored him and opened a marinated egg, and the juice overflowed.

"You know what? Bin Laden is dead. " He seems to be telling me a secret.

"Uh-huh ..." I vaguely promised with a marinated egg in my mouth, and the yolk choked my mouth.

"So, the war is over. It's over. They lost and we won. " He looks very sad. "But one thing is the same. From tomorrow, we will also be lambs who have lost grazing. "

I looked at the boss again, slightly dark, with the coastal features, with the unique rustic Chaoshan people.

Boss, has your business been bad recently? "I asked. Are you out of your mind? Are you stupid with a wonton bag? Are you poisoned by brine soup?

"Have you ever seen industry and commerce come here to collect money?" He asked.

"It seems not."

"Have you ever seen gangsters come to spoil the game?" He asked.

"It seems that there is no such thing."

He leaned close to me and said deeply in my ear. "Because I am from the Ministry of Security."

I look at this boss again, with dark skin and five senses along the coast, and I have a great sense of mission in the Iron Blood Forum.

"Huh?" I said. Your mother's.

"I'm not a snack bar. I am an intelligence officer. " He crossed his legs and made up his mind to look into the distance.

"Huh?" I said. * * * *.

Shaxian snacks are opened all over the country not to make money, but to deal with the infiltration of Islamic extremist forces into inland cities in China, which is a special action organization under the Ninth Bureau of the Ministry of Security. "He said.

"They?" I feel horrible.

He raised his hand.

"Lanzhou Lamian Noodles?" I turned to look.

"Not only that." He looked around. "There are Wuzhong snacks, Xinjiang saute spicy chicken ..."

"impossible." I looked back at Lamian Noodles in Lanzhou, where I often eat.

"Darker than you think."

"Diao! Where there is so much money to hire so many people. "

"There are many rich people in the Middle East." He said.

"No, I said so many Shaxian snacks ..."

"Have you ever paid taxes?" He asked.

"Isn't this bullshit?"

"Is the house price high?" He asked.

"I slapped you."

"So many taxes are hitting new highs every year, so many, and there are new land kings every day." He stopped to give me time to think. "Where did the money go?"

"Hey, isn't it greedy to eat, drink and drink?"

"Bullshit!" He jumped up, his veins stood out, as if to slap me in the face. "How many nicknames do our officials bear for this!"

"You mean," I expressed my surprise.

"yes." He means the whole store. "Intelligence agencies. The shield of the country. "

"Have you ever heard of 500 billion yuan for maintaining stability?" He asked.

"I've heard of it."

"The actual investment is more than ten times!" He was impassioned. "There are no corrupt officials in China!"

"No corrupt officials?"

"None!"

"So?"

"This is a cover! Confuse international hostile forces! " He said, "Look at those officials who are full of intestines and brains ..."

"Is it the cover?"

"humiliate. They have paid a lot for the country. " Deep expression.

"imagine." He is very persuasive. "If we don't eat or drink a penny and are not greedy, officials just pretend to be incompetent and greedy, and let the international community think that our financial resources have been internally consumed ..."

"My God!" I was shocked. Shocked by this grand fact, the room was silent, and the two men looked at each other, speechless.

"The Central Committee is playing a big game of chess." He exudes the grand light of a powerful community, dazzling!

"We can do almost anything." He said proudly.

"No ..."

"Hum, bin Laden is dead, do you know?"

"You just asked, I know ..." I suddenly stopped and realized the meaning of this sentence.

"The location is provided by us." He said with feigned ease.

"My God!" Once again shocked, "So Shaxian snacks killed bin Laden!"

"No," he was a little embarrassed. "Accurately, this information was intercepted by the tasteless duck neck, and there are two ZongCan departments, but we are comrades under the same banner. If you buy a duck neck with a code of' ode to loyalty', you can still get a 20% discount ... "

"Gansa blood spectrum in the spring and autumn." He stood up and shouted excitedly.

Then he sat down heavily with a decadent face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"It's all over." He said sadly. "Bin Laden is dead, Al Qaeda has completely withdrawn from China, and Shaxian snacks have to be withdrawn."

"I don't hate bin Laden. He is also an ideal person who has devoted his life to his beliefs. " He murmured. "But it means that we have made a dirty deal with the United States."

"I'm leaving this post where I have worked for many years." He smokes heavily. "I have seen many incredible scenes. In the fog of Tianma pig brain soup, all the joys and sorrows and silence are floating, a pig's past life. When you chew a squab, the world will turn upside down and you will quickly fall into the sky. Plunge into the steamed rice and you see the beautiful south shining in the vast white world. "

"And all this will be lost, just like a chopped green onion melting in the meat."

"It's time to go." He covered his face and I saw a black tear mark between his fingers.

When he stood up again, the determined agent disappeared, and he became the owner of Shaxian snacks again, with dark coastal facial features and casually tidying up dishes and chopsticks.

"Go ahead and don't tell anyone." He said.

A few days later, I passed this street again. There is no Shaxian snack, and there is no Lanzhou Lamian Noodles. The vendors are whispering to each other. How much undercurrent is there? I don't know, but this street without Shaxian and Lanzhou is becoming strange and losing its soul.

But I was surprised that Aunt jiaozi from downtown saw him again. It's really him, wearing a waiter's uniform to attract guests. I was so excited that I stepped forward to meet him. "Have you found a new job?" His eyes wandered, ignored me and nodded in one direction. I looked in the direction he pointed, and the manager of a KFC store was staring at this side coldly through the glass.

"The war is not over yet." He passed me and whispered.

"A faithful hymn." I responded in a low voice.