48 Hours a Day

The cheongsam woman got up and sent Zhang Heng out of the projection hall and all the way to the hallway.

And at the end of the day, the door of room vip6 opened, but it wasn't the old man who came out first, but a middle-aged man about forty years old, his body wasn't particularly tall, he was only about a meter and seven, shorter than Zhang Heng, but it was definitely not the kind of person you would ignore because of the individual.

Neither the long scar on his face, nor the two missing fingers on his right hand, tell the stories he has been through, and unlike others, he still retains his physical defects today, when mechanical prostheses have become more developed.

In the case of ordinary people, it is possible that they cannot afford to change their prosthetic limbs, but Zhang Heng has already guessed the identity of the other party. As the unconscionable king of space, obviously there will be no financial troubles.

While Zhang Heng was measuring the short man across the street, the latter was also measuring him.

When he saw the cheongsam and Zhang Heng coming out of the projection hall together, he seemed a little surprised, but soon he thought of something, and he reached out and laughed, "Ah, you're the bodyguard, I'm the owner here, everyone called me Mr. G. ”

Zhang Heng and Mr. G. shook hands.

At this time, Old Geng also came out from behind. He had no previous nervousness. He mumbled in his mouth. "I've lost a fortune this time. I knew that you and your people were so polite and polite, I wouldn't spend a lot of money on any bodyguards. ”

Mr. G said, "The danger will never come when you are ready, and the significance of the bodyguard presence is not just to help when the danger occurs, their very existence can eliminate a lot of danger, it can be seen that the bodyguard you hire is a very competent person, I guarantee that no matter how much you spend to hire him, you will not lose. ”

“Him?” Old Geng didn't have a good airway, "against two stupid students on the third floor may be okay, but if your people hadn't shown up in time, we might have been robbed by the gangsters in front of the station. ”

“Oh, by the way, I don't seem to have introduced you.” Mr. G reached out with one hand, and the cheongsam put her own intact hand in his hand.

“The person who picked you up here was called F, my fiancée, but she didn't like to introduce herself very much, so I took over the part. Mr. G and Miss F., I guess the two freaks are pretty good together.” Mr. G. twisted.

“Are you engaged? Congratulations, you two are a beautiful couple.” Old Geng said this, but he didn't think so. Although Mr. G was a little less tall, he himself was not a person who chased women by height. As the actual ruler of the first floor, there was no way he could lack women. In his position, no beautiful woman could be found. Although the F lady was excellent in her temperament, she still looked worse.

Since the ancient hero matched the beauty, Mr. G, the hero is fine, but Miss F, the beauty owes a little.

But looking at both parties seems to be quite satisfied with the other half of himself, old man Geng naturally won't eat the radish lightly worried about the emotional problems, he looked at Zhang Hengdao beside him, “Come on, aren't you still in a hurry to go home? ”

“Then I'll have F take you to the station.” Mr. G.

“No, I'm old, but I'm not old enough to even remember the road. Just go back and we won't have to worry about you and your wife. ”

Old Geng said that he had walked towards the safety door, but just as Zhang Heng was about to catch up, he listened to the cheongsam and said, "Wait, I have a gift for you. ”

Old Geng stopped and looked flattered, "You don't have to be so polite, I'm just a broker in charge of the line. ”

“I'm not talking about you.” Miss F looks at Zhang Heng and repeats, “I have a gift for you. ”

Zhang Hengwang shrugged to one side of Mr. G, who shrugged his shoulders, "You better take her present, because no one here, including me, can refuse her. ”

But then Zhang Heng nodded not because of Mr. G's semi-threatening half-joke, but because of the faint goodwill he felt from Miss F. in the screening room.

Miss F said she turned around and went to the other room. A little while later, she came out of the room and put that thing in Zhang Heng's hand. "Here you go. ”

Mr. G raised his eyebrows, "Oh, golden hamster, isn't this cute little thing? Good breed as a pet, doesn't take up much space, just a little feed. ”

Old Geng is a bit obnoxious. I don't know what Miss F means by this gift. It's also the emperor on the opposite floor. What rare weapons, mechanical prosthetics and other things are estimated to have a large collection. Even if these things can't be given away, it would be more appropriate for them to send some credit points or something. But the result is a hamster? But Zhang Heng doesn't look like much of a lover of small animals.

Zhang Heng had some accidents, but he picked up the rat cage from Miss F. At the same time, "Thanks. ”

Then Miss F stopped talking and stood quietly next to Mr. G. Zhang Heng also caught up with the newcomer hamster to catch up with the old Geng. The two men removed the shielded bracelet they were wearing from the two large bodyguards at the safety door and gave it back to the other side, then walked down the iron ladder.

After coming outside the theater, the old man finally took a sigh of relief. He looked in a good mood. He didn't even get involved in the "white" payment to Zhang Hengten bug gum records. He even proposed to find a place nearby for a drink, but then he dismissed the thought and decided to return to the third floor early.

Zhang Heng certainly had no objection to this, so they walked along the road to the central shuttle station.

It's past the peak of the off-duty period, and there are a lot of people on the road.

The two men crossed a quiet street, while the old man complained about the moon on the first floor doing too much work. At this time, Zhang Heng suddenly stopped and reached out to stop the old man.

“Why?” Old Geng looked a little confused.

Zhang Heng asked, "What are the consequences of killing on the first floor? ”

What do you mean, who are you going to kill? ”As a result, his voice fell short of seeing two teenagers playing skateboarding, who suddenly stopped skateboarding at his feet, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pistol and walked towards them.

“They're coming for me?” Old Geng saw his sweat all up.

“Otherwise, are you here to see me?” Zhang Hengfangdao.