Otherworldly Merchant

Sent Chung Xiao Fat away and my life is back to normal.

In recent days, Yin Xinyue has been away on business trips because of her work. Even if she called sometimes, she hastily hung up without saying a few words.

Solo I am a lonely person who still sleeps during the day and is open at night.

Long nights, wine with ancient books; bright moon empty, double-edged dancing meteors.

At a glance, more than a month has passed...

This evening, I opened a few pages with my grandfather's notes and heard a very polite knock.

“The door is unlocked, come in yourself!” I put the book down and said faintly.

“Hello.” The other side opened the door carefully and respectfully.

He wore a decent black suit, his shirt ties were all intact, he wore a pair of black framed glasses, and he was very textured, giving a pretty good first impression.

“Are you Master Zhang Jiulin? ”

“Hmm.” I nodded slightly: “Did something happen to you? ”

There is an antique store sign hanging in front of me. Instead of looking at antiques, I asked if I was Zhang Jiulin's person, either to buy shady objects or to ask me to collect shady objects.

The other party seemed a little uncomfortable with opening my door to the mountain. After a short pause, he asked: "It was not me who encountered the problem, it was our old man, who has recently been seriously ill, but some wishes have not been fulfilled, so I want to ask for a shade that can rejuvenate people, so as to hurry to realize the final wish. ”

And I laughed, “That's not a good idea. There are so many shades in the world, how do I know what shades can make people feel better? ”

“Yes, Master Zhang said yes.” The black suit nodded with great respect: “I've heard your rumors, it's a godly existence, so this is why I came to visit, and ask Master Zhang to help me find it, my master he... he really needs it very, very much. ”

“Everyone needs something like this, but you can't.” I picked up the tea cover and gently pulled the tea foam down.

“Master Zhang did not once sit in a tank of flesh Buddha...”

“Shut up, who is the master behind you? Where did you find out about Buddha sitting in a cylinder?” I fell the cup on the floor with an angry hand.

Black suits are polite and respectful to me, but they are completely outsiders who don't know the rules of shady traders. The most taboo thing about shady traders is that covert business is all over the mouth!

He wiped his sweat and said, “Master Zhang, if I say something wrong, I will make amends to you, but please help our old man. ”

I snorted coldly: "What the hell is your old man? The shelf is so big? You won't tell me your name, you won't even reveal your face, you send a runner over here, you want me to help you find the cunt? The threshold for my antique shop is too low. ”

I vomit word for word, but the tone is extremely cold.

“This...” Blacksuit stunned: “Must he come and talk to you? ”

“It's the least of the rules, you know? At least I need to know who he is. What's incurable? What is it that you are unwilling to let go of in order to drug the symptoms to find the shade? If he's not there, forget it, he's not short of money anyway. ”

After that, I lifted the notes on the table again, looked down and ignored them at all.

“This…” The black suit was extremely embarrassed to hold the glasses and made a long psychological struggle, which led to a telephone call outside the door.

The antique street was quiet and at night, he was deliberately far away, but I could still hear a word and a half.

At the moment, I have no fondness for the so-called old man.

Shortly afterwards, the black suit came back and nodded at me: “I just asked for instructions. Tomorrow afternoon Le Mansion, I wonder if Master Zhang is convenient? ”

“It's inconvenient.” I didn't lift my head either: “If you ask me for anything, but you don't answer the door, you have to arrange another meeting place. What a big head! ”

The black suit suddenly stopped: “Master Zhang, please...” He said in a hurry, almost crying in the tone.

I still ignore it.

The black suit ignored me at first sight, one face held red and rushed to rub his hands straight.

After a long day, he actually pounded and knelt down in front of me.

“Master Zhang, please!” His eyes were a little red and his voice swallowed.

This scene surprised me!

This black suit never looks like a butt kisser, and even if it's to please the leader, it doesn't have to be at all. Besides, it's just the two of us in this room. Who's he showing it to?

And seeing the tears in his eyes was not faked, but came from the heart of his heart, laying down the dignity of a man and begging me.

I was a little curious. Who the hell is the old man behind him? How can you make your subordinates so loyal?

The saying goes well: Thousands of armies are easy to gain, and loyal servants are hard to ask for.

I was slightly moved to lift him up and said, "Well, I'll be there tomorrow. But it was agreed beforehand that I was just a shady trader, and if I could help, I would try to figure it out. I really couldn't help, and I couldn't blame myself. ”

“Yes, as long as Master Zhang agrees to come, I won't bother you. I'll pick you up tomorrow night.” When the black suit was finished, I wiped my tears off and said goodbye.

Just around the corner, the next night, a taxi parked right in front of the store.

The black suit respectfully knocked on the door of the antique shop and invited me out.

It was an old, white-white driver, skilful and extraordinarily classy, and my instincts told me this was by no means a common taxi driver.

The car drove extremely smoothly, going all the way around to the back door of the Le Mans building.

I've been to Le Mans twice, and it's not a fancy place, it's a regular hotel, and the decor inside is extremely old. The grip is built on a high slope that overlooks a small half of the city if you stand in a window looking out.

It's late at night and there's no one left in the tavern.

As I bypassed the front door, it was clear to me that the parking lot was empty and empty, and there were so many spaces, why did I have to go around the back door?

Who the hell am I meeting? What's so mysterious is like being a thief.

The black suit quickly led me to one of the innermost compartments on the top floor, knocking gently on the door three times.

A slightly dull voice came from the compartment: "Come in. ”

When I walked in, I found myself sitting inside a tall man with thick eyebrows, about fifty years old, in his prime age, except for the slightly abnormal waxy yellow skin on his face and the redness in his eyes.

What is this?

When I met each other, I actually looked slightly familiar.