Chapter 278 Imperial Hanger

Fang Zheng looked at Gao Shuhua, "When are you going to do it?"

Gao Shuhua: "If you have time, do it tonight."

Fang Zheng was stunned, "In such a hurry?"

Gao Shuhua: "In case there are too many nightmares, the clue I finally found is broken again."

Fang Zheng nodded, "I just asked casually. I have no problem here, but I need to find a helper."

Gao Shuhua dai frowned, "I don't like this to be too public. The more people there are, the more bad things will happen."

Fang Zheng gave a reassuring look and said, "Don't worry, you've seen this man before."

"Just in case of the darkness in Operator's hands, I need to bring my coat hanger with me for the expedition."

??

An imperial hanger?

Under Gao Shuhua's puzzled gaze, Fang Zheng took out his domestic smartphone and dialed a number, "Old god stick, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy over there? Didn't I ask you to take a paid break? You're still out there?"

"It just so happens that you haven't rested yet. There's an operation tonight, and I'm still short of a hanger. I'll give you a month's salary as a bonus when it's done."

"What hanger? You must have heard it wrong."

"I'm not talking about you. You should buy an old man's hearing aid. It's easy to hear when you get old."

Two minutes later, he was hanging up the phone and said to Gao Shuhua, wait for me for half an hour. My coat hanger is already on the way.

Old god stick's eyes were wide open at the sight of money. When he heard the dividends, he had already shouted on the phone that he would be right over.

Gao shu was expressionless and nodded, "I'm going to meet you in White tower industrial park, north of the city, in an hour."

Fang Zheng thought about it and nodded.

After a few more details, Fang Zheng sent Gao Shuhua out.

"Don't forget to pay by phone!"

"You must remember!"

Fang Zheng shouted as he watched Gao Shuhua leave, his eyes full of suppressed desire.

This is a Painting ghost worth a single rune.

...

After returning to the store, Fang Zheng immediately began to count today's skyrocketing assets.

The old Renwenxueyuan site next door contributed a total of ten runes.

Gao Shuhua inserted fourteen times, milk to fourteen runes.

A total of 24 runes were collected.

In addition to the original savings, he now has a total of 28 rune deposits, thinking about it makes him excited.

After checking his savings, he also sold the wood carvings carved by Yiyi in the most conspicuous position. Fang Zheng had just placed the wood carvings and noticed a sneaky man on the street.

The other party was holding a passerby, as if asking a passerby something, but the passerby all hid from that person, shook their heads as if they didn't know, and then left in a hurry.

Soon, the man asked all the way to the door of Fang Zheng's shop.

This was a small eyed, slightly sharp-tongued, lewd man.

"Hello, you. I just came to Zhou city to work. A few days ago, I accidentally got bitten by a centipede. The wound immediately began to swell. It was useless to take medicine and injection in a small clinic. I couldn't help it. I met an old taoist who drove a drip express. The old taoist said I met a century-old centipede essence. If you want to cure it, you still have to look for its natural enemies, so I would like to ask, where is the chicken in Zhou city?"

Her small eyes asked carefully, her voice very low, and she looked around from time to time, as if she was afraid that passers-by would hear her.

The way he looked around carefully made him look even more obscene.

Fang Zheng: ..."

The godly old taoist dribbling fast car, how could he not think of such a strange picture, this story was made up so that he did not even care about logic and the intelligence of passers-by.

It was no wonder that people around him thought he was a psychopath.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "It depends on whether you want a rooster or a hen."

"Besides, I think your cultivation of century-old centipede essence is not simple. At least you have to find century-old chicken essence."

Upon hearing this, the man's eyes lit up. This was the first time he had not been rejected. He couldn't wait to ask, "Is there a difference between a rooster and a hen?"

"As long as my century-old centipede essence can be cured, it doesn't matter whether the rooster or the hen. I wonder if the boss knows where there is century-old chicken essence. If the century-old chicken essence can't be found, I don't know if the century-old chicken essence can be found in fifty or sixty years."

Listening to this impatient tone, Fang Zheng was suffocated to the point where he couldn't breathe fu.

Fang Zheng spread his hands and shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, I don't need century-old chicken essence. I don't know where I can find century-old chicken essence. You can ask where I can find century-old chicken essence."

"Thank you, boss. You're a great person. Thank you for filling the world with positive energy and warmth." The little eyed man said gratefully.

Then he left the shop and continued to linger behind, looking for passers-by to ask where there was a hundred-year-old chicken essence, 50 or 60 years can be.

That wretched back,

It was as if every passerby would ask, "Do you want a movie? Do you want a movie? The latest seven brothers of calabash fighting the female snake demon without code."

Not long after Fang Zheng waited for Old god stick, Old god stick was still driving his old jetta, a 1.4 liter, 24 installments loan.

"Little brother, are you leaving now?" Old god stick lowered the window, still wearing the same robe.

Fang Zheng: "I'll lock the door and be right there."

A few minutes later, Fang Zheng, who had closed the store door, opened the back door and was about to put the guitar backpack on his back into the back seat when his face froze.

There were already two female passengers in the back seat.

"Little brother, just squeeze in. I was running the didi express just now to earn some living expenses, but the little brother called. I told the two female passengers to give them free tickets and give them a ride on the way." Old god stick leaned out of the window and apologized to Fang Zheng.

Wait a minute!

The old monk driving the didi express?!

Fang Zheng's face darkened. It turned out that the little eyed man was telling the truth. There really was an old monk running around. No wonder Old god stick was so noisy on the phone. He was probably driving.

Squeeze, squeeze.

Fang Zheng did not put Old god stick in a difficult position, and the two female passengers had no idea how they could refuse a free ride.

Finally, Fang Zheng sat in the passenger seat with his guitar backpack on the back floor.

Along the way, Old god stick and Fang Zheng did not communicate because of the presence of outsiders. Instead, the two female passengers in the back row started to talk to Fang Zheng after a few words and started to talk about their best friend.

"You know what's hard about men, so you have to be careful?"

Old god stick's hand, which was holding the steering wheel, stiffened. Old god stick and Fang Zheng both pricked up their ears and waited for an answer.

"Wings?"

"Yes."

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