The years when I was an old man

Master Hong also sighed helplessly, and said solemnly:

"Beauty, I want to find your boss. There is something I want to redeem!"

The woman gave Master Hong a blank look, and said dissatisfiedly:

"I should have said it earlier, jerk!"

As he said that, he raised his head and shouted in the direction of the second floor:

"Gao Wenliang, I'm looking for you!"

Not long after, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Then, a man in his 40s came down from above.

The man was of medium height and slightly fat.

There is an indescribable shrewdness in his eyes.

But at the same time, his face was clouded with gloom, with a preoccupied look.

Glancing at the three of us, he asked:

"What's the matter?"

I stepped forward and took out the pledge bill Yang Ximing gave me, handed it to Gao Wenliang and said:

"Boss Gao, it's like this. My aunt has a painting mortgaged in your bank. She entrusted me to come and pick it up..."

Gao Wenliang took the receipt and glanced at it.

Then, he looked up at me in surprise.

From his expression, it can be seen that he knows the value of this painting very well.

"I know about you, but I'm sorry, you have passed the redemption date!"

The other party's evasion was in my expectation.

I hurriedly said again:

"Yes, Boss Gao, we also know that it is overdue. You can see if this is okay. You can calculate another interest during the three days overdue. If you think the interest is too little, I can give you another compensation. In this way, what do you think? OK?"

Gao Wenliang returned the receipt to me without even thinking about it.

He shook his head and said directly:

"Now it's not a question of whether it's okay or not. It's the second day after the deadline, and I'll let me sell the painting. Come back!"

Shooting?

I couldn't help frowning.

I know, this is the boss's excuse.

But now it is true that we are overdue, and there is no way to take him.

On the other hand, Lord Hong, who was devastated just now, felt uncomfortable.

Hearing what the boss said, Master Hong immediately said:

"Boss, you are a bit out of touch. I don't make it difficult for you. Tell me who you gave this thing to? It's okay, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Gao Wenliang stared and shouted impatiently at Master Hong:

"You have a fucking hammer, why should I tell you who it was for? Head-cut melon, get out!"

When Lord Hong heard this, his eyes stood up.

I hurried forward and dragged Mr. Hong out of the pawn shop.

We didn't care about this matter, so it's useless to make a fuss.

It's better to think about it again and see if there is any other way.

Walking on the street, I saw Santana and Alto all over the street, and there were many bicycles shuttled on the street.

For a while, I had no idea.

I lit a cigarette and took two puffs.Master Hong said angrily:

"Go, let's go back and find Xiaoduo. Let Xiaoduo steal it back!"

I am a little dumbfounded, Xiaoduo's technique must be fine.

But she is not a god, and it is impossible to steal everything.

After thinking about it, I decided to call Zhong Rui to see if she had any information.

As soon as the call was made, Zhong Rui's cold and beautiful voice came from the opposite side:

"I'm about to call you. I'll send you an address later, let's meet up!"

"it is good!"

I agreed and was about to hang up the phone.

Suddenly, Zhong Rui added another sentence:

"Did Zheng Cheng come to Bashu with you?"

I turned my head and took a look at Lao Hei, unexpectedly Zhong Rui would never forget Lao Hei.

"Well, let's go together in a while!"

"it is good!"

Zhong Rui asked me to go to a place where I drank Baba tea in a park.

I thought that Baba Tea was a teahouse.

It turned out that it was a place to drink tea in the open air.

Under several thick banyan trees, there are bamboo tables and rattan chairs.

On each table, there is also a kettle.

There are also a few master craftsmen with ear picking tools, shuttling between them from time to time.

When we arrived, Zhong Rui had already arrived.

Perhaps because of doing as the Romans do, Zhong Rui's dress is different from when he was at LvU.

White T, hot pants, sandals.

Those snow-white beautiful legs are shining in the sun.

Seeing us coming, she got up immediately.

First he nodded at me, then he stretched out his hand to Lao Hei, and said with a smile:

"Zheng Cheng, we meet again!"

Old Hei was startled for a moment, and immediately wiped his hands on his clothes.

Only then did he smile naively and shook hands with Zhong Rui.

Master Hong rolled his eyes and deliberately asked Zhong Rui:

"Zhong Rui, shouldn't you also shake hands with me, or give me a hug. Anyway, we used to be comrades in the trenches, right?"

Zhong Rui smiled faintly, ignored Master Hong, and sat back in his seat.

In fact, I am a little surprised that Zhong Rui, a master of Lu, came to Rongcheng.

After chatting a few words, I went straight to the topic.

Briefly talk about what happened to the pawn shop today.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhong Rui followed up and said:

"It's true that we don't care about this matter. But I also inquired about it. Gao Wenliang seems to have encountered trouble recently. In fact, I think we can talk to him, and if we help him solve the trouble. There may be a turning point for this matter ..."

trouble?

I couldn't help recalling Gao Wenliang's frowning look when I saw him today.

"What's the trouble?"

I followed up with a question.

Zhong Rui didn't answer my question directly, but turned to ask:

"The sixth day, have you heard of the old prodigal?"

I shook my head.

There are all kinds of nicknames for people in the rivers and lakes, but I have never heard of the name of the old prodigal.

"Then do you know how to steal a door?"

I nodded.

Of course I know Stealing Door, it is one of the Eight Outer Doors.

From ancient times to the present, the legend about stealing the door has been flourishing.

Someone even once said, 72 lines, stealing the door is king.

Of course, this is the way the robbers put gold on their faces.

But the real saying is, 72 lines, deception is king.