Mr. Hong also sighed helplessly and said seriously:
"Beauty, I want to see your boss. There is something I want to redeem!"
The woman rolled her eyes at Mr. Hong and said dissatisfiedly:
"You should have told me earlier, Ji Ji Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and shouted in the direction of the second floor:
"Gao Wenliang, I'm looking for you!"
After a while, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
Then, a man in his forties walked down from above.
This man is of medium height and slightly fat.
There is an indescribable shrewdness in the way he looks at people.
But at the same time, his face was filled with sorrow and he looked worried.
After looking at the three of us, he asked:
"What's going on?"
I stepped forward and took out the pledge note Yang Ximing gave me, handed it to Gao Wenliang and said:
"Boss Gao, it's like this. My aunt has a painting mortgaged at your bank. She entrusted me to come and pick it up..."
Gao Wenliang took the bill 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 this about you, but I'm sorry, you have already passed the redemption date!"
The other party's evasion was something I expected.
I hurriedly said:
"Yes, Boss Gao, we also know that it is overdue. Do you think this is okay? You can calculate the interest for the three days overdue. If you think the interest is too little, I can also give you another compensation. So what do you think?
OK?"
Gao Wenliang returned the note to me without even thinking about it.
He shook his head and said directly:
"Now it's not a question of whether it can work or not. It's the day after the deadline, so I'll take action on the painting. Just go back!"
Take action?
I couldn't help but frown.
I know this is the boss' excuse.
But now we are indeed overdue, and there is nothing we can do about him.
Mr. Hong, on the other hand, had just been exhausted and felt uncomfortable.
Upon hearing what the boss said, Mr. Hong immediately said:
"Boss, this is a bit unreasonable of you. I won't make it difficult for you. Tell me who you gave this thing to? Is that okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Wenliang's eyes widened and he shouted impatiently at Master Hong:
"You're so damn good at hammering, who am I to tell you who to give it to? You're the one who chopped off your head, go, go, go!"
When Mr. Hong heard this, his eyes stood up.
I hurriedly stepped forward and dragged Mr. Hong out of the pawn shop.
We don't care about this matter in the first place, so it's useless to continue making trouble.
It's better to think about it again and see if there are any other ways.
Walking on the street, I saw Santana and Alto all over the street, and there were also many bicycles shuttling on the street.
For a moment, I actually had no idea.
After lighting up a cigarette and taking two puffs, Mr. Hong said angrily:
"Let's go back and find Xiaoduo. Let Xiaoduo steal it back!"
I am a bit dumbfounded, Xiaoduo’s technique is definitely no problem.
But she's not a god, so she can't steal anything.
After thinking about it, I decided to call Zhong Rui to see if she had any information.
As soon as the phone call came through, Zhong Rui's cold voice soon came from the other side:
"I'm about to call you. I'll send you an address later, let's meet!"
"good!"
I agreed and was about to hang up the phone.
Suddenly, Zhong Rui added:
"Did Zheng Cheng also come to Bashu with you?"
I turned around and glanced at Lao Hei. Unexpectedly, Zhong Rui was obsessed with Lao Hei.
"Well, let's go together later!"
"good!"
Zhong Rui asked me to go to a park to drink baba tea.
I originally thought that Baba Tea was a teahouse.
Only when we arrived did we realize that it was a place to drink tea outdoors.
Bamboo tables and rattan chairs are placed under several thick banyan trees.
There is also a kettle on each table.
There are also a few old masters holding ear-picking tools, passing through from time to time.
When we arrived, Zhong Rui was already there.
Perhaps because he was following the local customs, Zhong Rui's dress was different from when he was at Luda University.
White T-shirt, hot pants, sandals.
Those beautiful snow-white legs shine in the sun.
When she saw us coming, she immediately got up.
First he nodded to me, then he stretched out his hand to Lao Hei and said with a smile:
"Zheng Cheng, we meet again!"
Lao Hei was startled at first and immediately wiped his hands on his clothes.
Then he smiled innocently and shook hands with Zhong Rui.
Mr. Hong on the side rolled his eyes and deliberately asked Zhong Rui:
"Zhong Rui, should you shake my hand or give me a hug? After all, we were once comrades in the trenches, right?"
Zhong Rui smiled faintly, ignored Master Hong, and sat back in his seat.
In fact, I'm a little surprised that Zhong Rui, a brigade master, came to Rongcheng.
After chatting for a few words, I went straight to the topic.
Let me briefly talk about my visit to the pawn shop today.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Rui said:
"It's true that we don't care about this matter. But I also inquired about it and it seems that Gao Wenliang has been in trouble recently. In fact, I think we can have a chat with him and help him solve the trouble. This matter may be able to turn around.
…”
trouble?
I couldn't help but recall Gao Wenliang's frown when I saw him today.
"What trouble?"
I followed up with a question.
Zhong Rui did not answer my question directly, but instead asked:
"On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, have you ever heard of the old prodigal?"
I shook my head.
There are all kinds of nicknames for people in the world, but I have never heard of the old prodigal.
"Then do you know about stealing doors?"
I nodded.
Of course I know that the stolen door is one of the eight outer doors.
From ancient times to the present, the legend about stolen doors has been everlasting.
Some people even said that in the seventy-two lines, stealing is the king.
Of course, this is a way for the thieves to put money on their faces.
The real saying is that in the seventy-two lines, deception is king.