Old Geng and Zhang Hengyue meet at a hot pot shop on the first floor. There is a huge sign of Chaoshan Niuwan outside the door, but the door is not big. After entering the door, you directly have to climb the second floor to enter the hot pot shop.
As soon as Zhang Henggang got out of the car, he found a few sneaky guys, who were pretending to be passers-by or small business people nearby. But all of them were watching the movement outside the hot pot shop.
In connection with what happened before, these people should be the people sent by Mr. g to protect Mr. Geng's safety.
Zhang Heng and Geng haven't seen each other for some time since they separated last time. The latter is the middleman of this transaction. He helps to bridge the relationship between buyers and sellers. He knows a lot and will be watched. It's not surprising that he went back to clean up for his own safety after being attacked by the mob last time, and then moved to the first floor.
Zhang Heng ignored the people downstairs and walked up the stairs.
Old Geng and his supplier friends have arrived ahead of time, and they have ordered.
When Zhang Heng's figure appeared, Geng immediately got up and waved. Then he handed the menu up. "You're welcome to see what else you want to eat. I'll pay the bill, which will be included in the reward for protecting me before you."
Different from previous meetings, this time Mr. Geng was obviously more enthusiastic.
It's mainly because he has seen Zhang Heng's skill. No matter when, it's not bad to be polite to people who can't be provoked. What's more, Zhang Heng saved old man Geng once before.
"No, just order." Zhang Heng Dao pulled up his chair and sat down.
So Geng added a plate of beef and shrimp slip and returned the menu to the waiter.
Taking advantage of the time before serving, Zhang Heng looked up at the man beside old Geng. He was younger than old Geng. He looked like he was in his early 40s. He kept a good figure. The muscles on his arm showed that he should be engaged in physical work. In addition, the wrists showed that he often wore gloves and his small eyes were flashing warily, It shows that he does not trust Zhang Heng very much, and that what he is doing is not very legal.
"Let me introduce you," said Mr. Geng. "This is my supplier and an old friend. More than half of the goods of the old house are provided to me by him. We'll pay 50% of the income from selling them. Of course, if you want to buy them directly from him, he is... "
Before Geng finished his words, he was interrupted by the men around him. He stretched out his hand and said, "just call me a gold digger. People around me call me that."
Seeing this, Zhang Heng also reached out to hold the gold digger, and then introduced himself, "Zhang Heng."
"Listen, Zhang Heng, you are introduced by Lao Geng. That's why I'm willing to see you. But I also have my rules. It's better to make some words clear in advance, that is, when you do business with me, don't ask too much. Whether it's the source of things or the things related to me, you'd better not talk too much. We'll pay money and deliver goods at the same time It's fair and reasonable. In addition, once I find out that you tell other people about the transaction with me, our transaction will be terminated. " The gold digger said.
Zhang Heng nodded, "it sounds reasonable."
"Good." Gold prospectors are also very satisfied with Zhang Heng's cooperation and interest, and their vigilant eyes are relieved. "As long as we cooperate happily, we can't get to know each other any more after we get to know each other."
"That would be great." Zhang Heng said calmly.
The old man Geng on one side had no time to intervene, and his forehead was sweating. Although he had repeatedly reminded the gold miners to be polite before Zhang Heng came, the latter obviously didn't care. He was still using his previous set of things to deal with Zhang Heng. Moreover, looking at his appearance, he obviously felt in control of the situation and was quite complacent.
But old man Geng himself has many lessons to learn. He knows that Zhang Heng has never been a person who can be easily controlled. The reason why he is so polite is that what the gold miners are saying has nothing to do with his interests.
But before Geng could remind his old friends, the hot pot shop on the other side had already started serving.
The gold digger naturally brought himself into the host's position and began to greet Zhang Heng for dinner. Zhang Heng was also as "interesting" as ever. The three soon finished two plates of beef.
The gold digger was very happy to eat. He untied his coat and asked the waiter to increase the air conditioning. At the same time, he finally turned to the topic, "Lao Geng said what are you collecting Well, shellac records. "
"Yes." Zhang Heng put the sweet potato slices into the pot, and then asked, "can you help me find them?"
"It's not easy to do." The gold digger said, "Lao Geng told you that shellac records are very rare, especially in the space below. Although I can help you find them, I have to pay a lot of price myself. However, since you are Lao Geng's friend, I won't want you too much, just one Four thousand credit points. "
"A hundred." Zhang Heng didn't look up.
"What?" The gold digger suspected that there was something wrong with his ears."One hundred and one." Zhang Heng light way.
Yes, yes, indeed.
On the other side, old man Geng grinned bitterly. He remembered that when they met for the first time, he offered 3000 yuan at the beginning. As a result, Zhang Heng's counter-offer at that time was also 100 yuan. Now it seems that the latter is really not aimed at him, but at everyone.
"Say it again." The gold digger said with a puff and a glare.
"One hundred and one, and I want a lot of them. You'd better find more."
"Boy, are you looking for something? Didn't you hear me say that it's rare, do I have to pay for it? " The gold digger slapped his chopsticks on the table as he spoke.
"I heard it, but I didn't believe a word." Zhang Heng Dao, also put down his chopsticks, "are you from the garbage treatment plant, working on the fifth floor? Secretly pick up some old things that may look useful from those rubbish and take them to old man Geng to help you sell them. "
"You told him?" The gold digger turned his head and looked angrily at the old man Geng.
Seeing this, old Geng shook his head. "It's not me, it's not me. We've been friends for so many years. Do you see when I betrayed you?"
"How did he know?" After listening to Mr. Geng's explanation, the gold digger still looks suspicious.
"Don't think about it. It's your dress that tells me. And to be honest, the channels for these things are limited. They basically come from the fourth and fifth floor. But as you look like, if you live on the second floor at most, it's impossible for you to contact the buyers at the upper level, and it's impossible for them to sell these old things for money with their income, so the answer is obvious It's over. " Zhang Hengdao.
"Although you changed your casual clothes before you came here, there are traces of wearing gloves all the year round on your hands, waterproof boots on your feet in hot weather, and some waist diseases. Since sitting here, I have seen you stretch your waist at least three times, but your strong arms show that you are not sitting in the office, so When the problem comes, I often wear gloves and boots. I need to bend down and get in touch with the old things. I can't think of anything else except the garbage disposal plant. In addition, as soon as you came up, you warned me not to ask questions. You also explained from the side that according to the work regulations, you should not take those old things out of the garbage disposal plant. "
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