Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 63

I took a deep breath again. “And what’s that?”
“I do not know how you ended up there last night, but we agreed to spare your life for eavesdropping on us on one
condition.” Lin Zexu smiled. “And that is for you to act as an undercover agent for us. We saw your skills last night, and I
must admit I am rather impressed. But still, going to the apothecary is really not the nicest thing…”
“What?” I asked again.
“Nothing special, collecting information about shipments and running errands.” He said flatly.
I nodded because remembered I learned that Lin Zexu strongly tackled a lot of smuggled opium during the Opium Wars
in my Chinese history classes. But there was one thing I vaguely remember I didn’t understand.
“Didn’t you say you would allow a few shipments through Shanghai last night?” I lowered my voice.
His expression had a slip of sourness. “So, I guess you agree upon our deal?” He muttered under his breath.
I shrugged, trying not to show I was a bit agitated with my life on the line. “I have no choice but to, anyway.”
He nodded in satisfaction. “Let’s be honest here, I’m turning into more of a politician than a police officer now. That’s
why I have to claw my way through with deals on ahpenyen . They are more of a commodity than a harmful substance to
the body now.” He laughs. “But, of course, I must admit that I’m fully aware of my public image as a strong police officer.
That’s why I needed you.”
I smirked. So much for my previous respect for this living historical figure. He was destroying himself. No wonder he
received criticisms from historians.
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“Thank the heavens you’re safe.” Bianque said as I explained everything Lin Zexu said to me. “I must say, he isn’t the
nicest person to work for.”
“I can tell.” I laughed and continued. “You seem to have history with him.”
“My father... He was aware of Lin Zexu’s corrupt morals, and had evidence too. Lin Zexu has probably been planning a
way to get rid of us ever since. I’m not sure of the details, but last time he came, things didn't end well. Father had a huge
blow dealt to his face.”
I sighed. It seemed like she’s had enough injuries in her life to deal with already.
“Sorry for asking you that.”
She waved her hand. “Would you like to stay here though? I… I’m worried you might get hurt again if you travel. Are
you headed somewhere, though?”
My eyes lit up immediately. “I’d love to stay here! I’ve… really got nowhere else to go.” I forced a smile, trailing off. “But,
I’ve got to get going…”