48 Hours a Day

Old Geng and Zhang Hengyou met at a hot pot store on the first floor, outside the door is a huge sign of Tide Shan Niu Wan, but the door face is not large, after entering the door is directly staircase, you need to climb up the second floor to really enter the hot pot store.

Zhang Henggang spotted a few sneaky guys in the car, disguised as passers-by or people doing small business in the neighborhood wandering around, but without exception, they were watching the movement outside the hot pot store.

When it comes to what happened before, these people should be the ones Mr. G. sent to keep the old man safe.

Since the last time we split up, it has been some time since the old man Zhang Heng and Geng disappeared. The latter was the intermediary in this transaction, helping to bridge the line between the buyer and the seller. It is not surprising that he knew a lot of things and would be targeted. After the last time he was attacked by the runaway, he should have gone back to clean up for his own safety, and moved to the first floor.

Zhang Heng ignored the people downstairs and walked up the stairs.

Old Geng and his supplier friends arrived early and ordered the dishes.

When Zhang Heng's figure appeared, old man Geng immediately rose and waved, and then handed over the menu. "Look what else you want to eat. You're welcome. I'll pay the bill. Just count on the compensation you used to protect me. ”

Unlike several previous meetings, this time the old man was obviously much more enthusiastic.

Mainly because he has seen Zhang Heng's hand, no matter when, there is always no harm in being nice to people who can't be completely annoyed, not to mention that Zhang Heng saved the old man once before.

“No, you just order.” Zhang Hengdao pulled the chair apart and sat down.

So old Geng added another plate of beef and shrimp slip and returned the menu to the waiter beside him.

In the time before serving, Zhang Heng looked up and measured the man next to Geng. He was younger than Geng. He looked like he was in his early 40s, and his body remained in good shape. The muscles on his arm showed that he should be engaged in physical work. In addition, the strangulation marks on his wrist showed that he often wore gloves and a pair of small eyes flashed vigilantly, indicating that he did not trust Zhang Heng very much and that what he was doing was probably not legal.

“Let me introduce you," said the old man, "this is my supplier and an old friend of mine. He provided me with more than half of the merchandise from the old house. We split the proceeds from selling it. Of course, if you want to buy it directly from him, he is...”

Old Geng's words were interrupted by the man around him before he finished. He reached out and said, "Just call me the gold-murder. Everyone around me calls me that. ”

Zhang Hengmei also reached out and the goldsmith held the grip, and then introduced himself, “Zhang Hengmei. ”

“Listen, Zhang Heng, you are introduced by Lao Geng, which is why I would like to see you, but I also have my rules, some things are better said in advance, that is, when you make a deal with me, don't ask more, whether it's the source of things or things related to me, you better not talk more, we pay with one hand, we deliver with one hand, it's fair and reasonable, and once I find out that you tell others about what you do with me, our deal will also be terminated.” The goldsmith said.

Zhang Heng nodded, “Sounds reasonable. ”

“Very good.” The gold-minder was also satisfied with Zhang Heng's collaborative wisdom, and his gaze at Zhang Heng's vigilance eased a bit. "As long as we enjoyed working together, we can't get to know each other any more when we get to know each other. ”

“That would be great.” Zhang Hengjingdao.

The old man beside Geng could not intervene, his forehead was sweating. Although he had repeatedly warned the gold digger to be polite before Zhang Heng arrived, the latter obviously did not pay attention to it. He was still using his previous set of things against Zhang Heng, and by the looks of him, he obviously already felt in control of the situation, quite proud of himself.

But Old Geng himself has a lot of foresight, knowing that Zhang Heng has never been easy to control, he behaved so politely, only because what the gold-murder says now has nothing to do with his interests.

But old Geng didn't have time to remind his old friends that the hot pot shop on the other side was already serving.

The goldsmith naturally brought himself into the owner's position and began to greet Zhang Heng for dinner. Zhang Heng also remained "smart” as usual. The three quickly finished two plates of beef.

Not only did the goldsmith not enjoy eating, he also untied his shirt, shouting to make the waiter more air-conditioned, while finally turning the subject to the main topic, “Old Geng said what you were collecting... um, wormwood records. ”

“Yes.” Zhang Heng also put the sweet potato chips in the pan and asked, "Can you help me find them? ”

“This stuff is not funny.” Goldsmith said, "Old Geng told you, insect glue records are rare, especially in the space below, I can help you find it, but I have to pay a lot of price myself, but since you are Old Geng's friend, I won't want too many of you, just... 4,000 credit points. ”

“A hundred.” Zhang Heng didn't look up.

“What?” The goldsmith suspected that something was wrong with his ear.

“One hundred and one.” Zhang Hengfangdao.

It's coming, it's coming.

Old Geng on the other side laughed bitterly, he remembered that when the two people first met, he initially offered 3,000, and Zhang Heng's price was also 100. Now it seems that the latter is not really aimed at him, but at everyone.

“Say it again.” The goldsmith blew his beard and glared.

“A hundred and a hundred, and I want a lot, you better find some more. ”

“Boy, are you looking for something? Didn't you hear me say this stuff is rare, and I want it, and I pay for it?” The goldsmith snapped and photographed the chopsticks on the table.

“I heard it, but I didn't believe a word.” Zhang Hengdao, also put down the chopsticks, "are you from the garbage disposal factory, working on the fifth floor? Sneak some old stuff out of that garbage that might look useful and sell it to Old Geng for you. ”

“You told him?” The goldsmith turned his head and looked at the old man beside him.

Old man Geng shook his head hastily. “It's not me. After all these years of friendship, have you seen me betray you? ”

“How does he know?” The gold-murder still looks suspicious after hearing Old Geng's argument.

“Don't be ridiculous, it was you who told me in your outfit, and honestly, the channels for these things themselves are limited, basically they come from the fourth fifth floor, but looking at you, you live on the second floor at most, you are unlikely to be able to contact the buyer of the upper level, and it is unlikely that you will be able to dedicate the money from the other party's income to taking out these old things, so the answer is obvious.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Although you changed your clothes specifically before you came here, but you had traces of gloves on your hands all the time, and you still had waterproof boots on your hot feet, and you had some back sickness. Since you sat here, I've seen you stretch your waist at least three times, but your strong arm shows that you're not usually sitting in an office, so here comes the problem, often wearing gloves, boots, you need to keep bending over, and you can get in touch with old things. This kind of work is beyond garbage disposal. I can't think of anywhere else, besides, when you come up here, you warn me not to ask questions, and from the side instructions that you shouldn't take those old things out of the garbage disposal plant according to the work regulations. ”