"Master Ye...I remember, you are asking about Xiaoye, right? There was indeed such a person in the past, and he opened a martial arts gym here. But you are late, he moved away a few years ago, and the martial arts gym is now where it is now
I've tried the Pidu Big Bowl Noodles at the end of the street, and it tastes pretty good..."
"Why did you move away? You have asked the right person. By the way, will you be paid for this interview? If you don't pay, you will have to pay a barrel of oil. After all, it is also a provincial TV station..."
"Xiaoye is usually very kind and has a good relationship with his colleagues, but there is one thing about him: he likes to pick fights and offends people easily. But later on, he was resented by some gangsters because of a trivial matter, and finally, he was stabbed one night. I heard that
At that time, my intestines were pulled out, and I almost didn’t lose my life..."
"Opening a martial arts gym is similar to doing business. Reputation is very important. Before this incident, although the martial arts gym was not very prosperous, it could still recruit a few disciples to survive. Once this happened, it would be over.
, the disciples felt that the master was incompetent and could not beat a few gangsters, so they ran away all at once. Not long after Xiaoye was discharged from the hospital, he changed hands of the martial arts school and left with his family..."
…
After listening to the story, after coming out of the small pharmacy owned by the interviewee, they stood on the side of the street. Several provincial TV station staff members looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.
The cameraman put down the machine in his hand and shook his head, "Yeah, it was a waste of time..." After a pause, he added with a grin, "I even got a bucket of peanut oil!"
"What do you say now, do you want to go back? The weather doesn't look right. There will be a heavy rain soon."
"It won't take long. Why don't you get something to eat first? How about that big bowl of noodles from Pidu? I'm a little hungry just now."
"Hey, let me tell you, you came to the wrong place when you came to our program group. You should go to the food program next door... Xiao Wang, come here to make an idea, Xiao Wang?"
"Ah? What?" Xiao Wang, the young reporter named Wang in the morning, felt as if he was waking up from a dream.
"We are talking about what to do next... Xiao Wang, you are not in the right state today. Don't you love traditional martial arts very much? You also took the initiative to apply for this interview opportunity. Why did you meet that famous Hongquan master this morning?
Afterwards, you felt a little distracted?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just think that the current interview result is different from what I expected... Well, it's nothing, I'm a little distracted. Let's get back to the car first, and then we'll see what everyone thinks, should we rush back to the city or get some nearby first?
Food." Reporter Wang hesitated and changed the topic.
"Okay, then let's go back to the car and see what Lao Fang and the others say."
The interview car was parked in an open space in the next block, which was an auto repair shop. When several provincial TV crews walked back along the uneven street, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The already dark and gloomy sky was almost thick with ink,
Faint thunder rolled behind the thick clouds, which was really depressing.
When he was about to get on the bus, a female staff member in charge of makeup in the interview team suddenly paused and subconsciously turned her head to look at a white car driving by.
"What's wrong, Xiaoyun?"
"nothing."
"Ha, I saw it. There was a handsome guy in the car just now. Sister Yun was chasing him."
"Bah! You're full of lies, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
"Haha, it's not that bad. Your sister Yun often does makeup for celebrities who come to Taiwan. There are so many handsome guys I've seen... Is it that white Geely? Hey, look, it's coming back..."
Not far away, the white Geely did indeed turn around and come back. But instead of heading this way, it went to the auto repair shop across the road, and slowly stopped in front of a car repair shop.
It must be here... I could clearly identify the sign in front of the door in the dim twilight, especially the red BMW parked under the sign. The handsome guy in the car nodded lightly, this is right. Then he moved his eyes to the side, and saw a man with a short head on his head.
The green-skinned young repairman walked out of the shop, glanced at the license plate as he approached, and grinned.
"Brother, are you coming from the city? It won't be easy to find us."
He nodded in agreement, "Indeed, I've been looking for it for a while." Surveillance is not omnipotent, not to mention that this is not a city, but a suburb, and the coverage rate is not high. If it weren't for the red BMW, which is really eye-catching, and the identity of the passing thief.
It really doesn’t match, and it’s really not that easy to find it for a while.
"It's okay, just find it. Brother, tell me what's wrong with the car... eh?" The sky was really dark and it was under his eyes. Only then did the young repairman see the whole picture of the car clearly, and he was immediately speechless.
How to describe this Geely car? First of all, it is certain that at first glance, you will not think of the model version or anything else. Those are already insignificant, and the appearance alone is enough to catch the eye.
That can no longer be used as a rhetorical statement, nor can it be modified at all.
The entire body of the car is covered with rust and patina, the original dirt is old, and the colors are breathtaking. Not to mention a series of other problems such as the windshield wipers being tilted, the taillights falling off, etc. After a cursory look, the young repairman even had thoughts popping up in his mind.
A ridiculous idea - to be honest, if this car is driven out in this weather, God should charge a car wash fee or something...
"Brother, are you... looking for the wrong place? We are a car repair shop here, and the old and second-hand car recycling station is just ahead. No, you should drive back. About three miles away, there is a scrap collection station there.
"
Tang Dynasty, oh, it should be called Song Qingming Children's Shoes at this time. As if he had never heard of it, he opened the door and got out of the car, looking over the top of the young repairman Qingpi's head towards the store: "I'm here to discuss business, is the boss here?"
"Business talk?" The young repairman glanced at the strange car again, and then looked at Tang Chao suspiciously. Well, if nothing else, Song Qingming's appearance is still very good. After hesitation, he nodded, "Leopard
Brother is in the store, I will take you in."
This car repair shop looks small from the outside, but it is spacious inside. The layout is ordinary. There are auto repair parts on the aluminum alloy racks on both sides. Maintenance tools are scattered on the dark floor. The smell of engine oil is strong. There are about seven or eight people there.
Individuals stood or sat around the automatic mahjong table, creating a lively atmosphere.
The young repairman walked to the end and waited for the fat middle-aged man at the top with his shirt open to reveal his belly and a big gold chain hanging around his neck. After touching the cards in his hand, he whispered a few words, and the latter raised his eyelids to look.
He came over, glanced at the cards on the table, and simply pushed them down: "It's time to leave, we have guests, we'll play again later."
"No, Brother Bao, I have seven pairs of Tianhulong, just waiting for you to touch them!"
"What the hell am I doing? Didn't I see anyone come in? Come on!" With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the group of wailing employees and lit up a cigarette. A middle-aged man with a stout body glanced over and refused to sit down.
He said directly, "You want to talk business with me? What to talk about?"
Tang Chao raised his finger and pointed behind him, and said straight to the point: "The red BMW outside probably doesn't belong to you, but someone drove it out last night, right?" As he said that, he looked at a young man with yellow hair behind the crowd on the right,
The latter's left forearm was wrapped in a thick bandage, and when he heard this, his eyes suddenly shrank.
The middle-aged fat man also turned to look at Huang Mao, withdrew his gaze and frowned: "What do you mean? Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. As for what I mean, as I said, I'm here to discuss business." Taking a step forward, Tang Chao took out a stack of unopened cash from his coat pocket and placed it on the mahjong table, spreading his hands.
"Your guy took something he shouldn't have taken from the hospital's underground parking lot last night, a silver portable lockbox. I'm here to get it back now. Of course, it's not for nothing. I understand the rules. I'll treat Brother Bao to tea with these ten thousand dollars."
, what do you think?"
What kind of person should use what kind of handling method? If it is really a temporary thief, the Tang Dynasty will certainly not deal with it this way, let alone ignore the person involved and talk to an unrelated boss. But since entering this practice
At the car shop, Tang Chao had a rough idea of the identity of the group of car repairmen and the owner Brother Bao in front of him.
In short, this is a den of thieves.
The middle-aged fat man's face immediately darkened when he heard this. He turned his head again and looked at Huang Mao fiercely: "Xiao Liu, didn't you tell me last night that you were looking at your hands? Also, why didn't I know when you brought something back?
"
"I didn't take it!" The yellow-haired young man waved his hands and complained, "Brother Bao, don't listen to his nonsense, I really didn't take it!"
"People are coming to your door, and you told me you didn't take it? You're so capable, Xiaoliu, I think you don't want this hand at all!"
"Brother Bao, please believe me. I have never seen any portable password box..."
"I see you are paralyzed! Tie me up!"
"Wait a minute." Watching the small meeting with cold eyes, Tang Chao looked at the yellow-haired young man with his eyes wandering around and said thoughtfully, "Is the password box still in the BMW? Is it in the trunk? You haven't opened it yet? Very good.
"
After making a judgment, he turned to look at the middle-aged man and said, "Brother Bao, what to do next is your business, I won't interfere. But you have to give me the car keys. I will take my things and leave. I have never been here before.
How about pretending it never happened?"
"It's easy to talk about." Brother Bao, who was just flipping through a book and was furious just now, was smiling all over his face, "Since my brother is a sensible person, I won't be careless. Ah Quan, go get the car keys."
The man in the flowered shirt next to him immediately stood up and walked towards the yellow-haired young man. The latter subconsciously turned around and backed away, but bumped into his companion who had already seen the situation and had gathered around him. When he looked up again, the man in the flowered shirt was already in front of him, seemingly
Xiaofeixiao stretched out his palm, "Brother Quan, I..." The yellow-haired young man struggled several times, but finally took out the key dejectedly.
Back at the mahjong table, Brother Bao took the car key. He looked at the thick stack of hundred-yuan bills pushed over on the table, and then looked at Tang Chao across the table. He turned the car key twice between his fingers, and suddenly
He smiled and said: "Brother, I have a question I want to ask."
Tang Chao frowned slightly when he heard this, then relaxed his brows and said in a calm tone: "You tell me."
"Haha, don't be offended, I'm just a little curious. The things in that lockbox...should be valuable, right?"