I waved my hand at Ma Xiaoyou, reached out and took out my phone, and pressed the answer button.
"Hey, Nannan, I need to trouble you a bit more," Feng Dong said bluntly.
"...You said." I paused, glanced at Ma Xiaoyou, stood up and walked out the door.
"They have something noisy in their hands, you have to help me get it back." Feng Dong said to me tactfully.
When I heard this, I frowned, thought for a moment and replied simply: "Brother Dong, they are obviously keeping that thing for money. They can't return it without resorting to unconventional methods."
"...I understand. When this matter is over, I will give you a house and support you for three months. You don't have to work in Jinding anymore." Feng Dong made the conditions.
"Brother Dong, do you know what's going on with us..." I thought for a moment and said slowly.
"...Well, keep talking."
"Get me some money." I sighed and said it very bluntly, very businesslike and very realistic.
"Okay, tell me the number."
"Three hundred thousand." I said.
"..." Feng Dong was silent for a while.
"Brother Dong, don't think I'm a scumbag. With Pete Lee's connection, I have to care about the price you want for one. This matter has nothing to do with you. You're right." I replied slowly. .
"...As you said, if you don't know Xiao Lizi, I can't use you. That's it. I'll send you the address on my phone in a while. After everything is done, I'll rent you a house. "Feng Dong agreed directly.
"Okay, let's do this first."
I finished talking about the matter and hung up the phone.
Originally, I thought I could stay here in Fengdong for a while, but I didn't expect that the trouble would be so small, and I wouldn't be given a chance to stand up at all.
If someone is holding something that can be exchanged for money, can you get it off with just a few words? As long as you touch this matter, you must bear some responsibility.
Feng Dong treats me well, but only for Pete Lee's sake. If I want to help him take responsibility, then Pete Lee's friendship between us will have a much smaller effect.
This society is too realistic. Just because you are a friend of my friend, I can’t do things for you in vain. To cross the line, it’s better to let money speak for itself.
Besides, even if I told Han Dayan that you should help Feng Dong on a voluntary basis, he would definitely not do it, and he would have to hammer me twice if he didn't do it.
After thinking for a while in a daze and frustration, I took the phone and walked back.
"What's wrong?" Ma Xiaoyou asked.
"...It's okay, I'm full, do you still want to eat?" I said absentmindedly.
Ma Xiaoyou glanced at me, nodded and said, "I don't want to eat, let's go."
"good."
My mind was full of thoughts about the job Feng Dong gave me, so I walked ahead. Ma Xiaoyou also pouted, feeling quite unhappy.
After going out, I stood at the door, turned around and said to Ma Xiaoyou, "Then I'll leave first."
"You still have nothing to say?" Ma Xiaoyou asked with a frown.
"...What did you say?" I asked a little confused.
"Oh, it's nothing, you can go." Ma Xiaoyou replied crisply, carrying the bag and leaving without looking back.
"See you later."
I said hello and turned around to stop the car.
"Let's donate these three hundred yuan to the disaster area."
Ma Xiaoyou walked back very excitedly. Neither she nor I noticed that the driver drove her nanny car and took her mother who was delivering lunch to Ma Xiaoyou. She saw the scene when we separated, especially Ma Xiaoyou. Yu’s expression after asking questions to no avail.
"Who is the boy Youyou is following?" Ma Xiaoyou's mother said a little doubtfully.
"I haven't seen it before." The driver shook his head.
"Oh, please park the car downstairs. I'll get down as soon as I go, and then go back to the company." Ma Xiaoyou's mother replied suspiciously, and then got out of the car with the thermos flask.
…
The other end.
I rushed to the residence before Lao Xian and the others went to work.
"To put it simply, there is a job for Feng Dong. The matter is a bit troublesome. I don't care if it costs 300,000 yuan." I sat on the broken chair and intervened.
"Can I quit this job?" Han Dayan, a wily man, asked immediately. Jin Ding was too safe to stay. It was obvious that he didn't want to move.
"Fengdong has no intention of keeping us for a long time. To put it bluntly, I don't think he can control us, because he has no place to use us. Beijing needs people like pineapples, not people like us." People." I said simply.
"Fuck, then you ask Jb, if you don't want to work or leave, you might as well earn the three hundred thousand." Lao Xian said speechlessly.
"He will arrange a place for us, and we can stay there for three or two months after everything is done." I said slowly.
"I'm fine with it, you decide." Li Hao had no objection.
"Just do it. If it doesn't work, we'll go find Jun'er. This guy is doing well. The big brother he's following has a lot of strength." Lao Xian said, leaning on his arm.
"Where is it?" I asked casually.
"Chongqing."
"...Fuck, you're not going to hang out with Brother Qiang, are you?" Jin Beibei asked with gleaming eyes.
"Go away, brother Qiang is about to finish class. He's just messing around. If you don't read the news, he will be punished when the boss comes. But the soil in Chongqing is better than here, and the fun is a little bigger... It's suitable for people like you, but it's not suitable for us, but we can still achieve our goal of making some money." The old fairy said leisurely.
"... Let's talk about this. Try not to be a drag on Jun'er. It's quite hard for him to struggle by himself until now." I said slowly.
"When will we do it?" Han Dayan asked.
"Wait, wait for the text message." I sighed and said quickly.
…
Three days later.
In the evening, Jinding KTV.
Pineapple, who had not shown his face for several days, returned to the home court with an injury. He didn't want to come, but he had to come because his team was here. In KTV, ducks fight better than chickens because of their market. It's not broad. The internal struggle is no worse than the Qing Palace. If you don't keep an eye on it, then your duck won't be able to get on stage. If you can't get on, you won't make money. If you don't make money, people's hearts will be scattered. If people's hearts are broken, there's nothing he can do. Mixed up...
After going to the lounge for a brief meeting and paying attention to the table schedule, Pineapple headed towards the security room.
As soon as he entered the house, Pineapple found that the group was playing poker in the house. He scanned around and found that no one was there. He frowned and asked, "Where are Luo Luo and the others?"
"Oh, they are on duty." The internal security guard said without turning around.
"They're all on duty." Pineapple was a little shocked.
"Well, Brother Hong rearranged the list." The internal security officer still had something to say, but he didn't say anything.
When Pineapple heard this, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes chattering, and he continued to ask: "Where are Xiangnan and the others, have they gone to work?"
"No, I haven't seen him for several days. I heard that Xiangnan is running errands for Brother Dong." The internal security guard replied slowly.
"When are you running errands?" Pineapple asked in hot pursuit.
"I keep an eye on him day after day. How do I know when it will happen?" The internal security guard was a little annoyed by the question. He is not a pineapple person.
"……."
Pineapple choked without saying a word, turned around and left.
After he went out, he began to think about it. The first thing he thought of was that I had recently improved my status, so I said hello to Brother Hong and gave him some shoes to wear.
In fact, this is not the case at all. I haven't been to the venue recently because I am waiting for Feng Dong's instructions so that I can go out to work at any time. And Brother Hong transferred the class of his team to give him a little education and make him feel confident. Points, don't fucking stink.
For no reason, I took advantage of me again, and I offended a villain who is not even a dog.
"Damn it, you have to play with me, right? Just wait."
Pineapple cursed fiercely and left the door of the security room.
…
The other end.
After waiting at home for three days, we received the notice of closure of the building in Boyue Star City Community, where the screenwriter lives.
It's around seven o'clock in the evening.
I, Han Dayan, Li Hao, Jin Beibei, and Lao Xian walked downstairs. This time I drove not a Honda Accord, but a Buick GL8 with a mileage of 150,000 kilometers. It looked new from the outside, but The performance is already over, and it's quite laborious to plug in first gear.
In Beijing, you don't dare to block a car sign, so I had to ask Jin Beibei to "pick up" a pair of other people's signs and then put them on.
The five of us got in the car and set off to our destination.
When I arrived at Boyue Star City, I parked my car on the side of the road, went to the gate of the community, and walked around. I found that the guard at the gate was very strict and the monitoring system was very strict. It was too troublesome to get in, so I got back in the car and we I can only wait stupidly, waiting for the screenwriter to show up.
…
The screenwriter still lives a life of dissipation and extravagance. This guy really studied screenwriting for a while, but what he wrote was not mainstream. He submitted manuscripts to many film crews, but was rejected bluntly. Later, he met the liar Tang Botu by chance, and the two drank. After a meal, they immediately came together like each other.
The screenwriter is responsible for the promotion, and Tang Botu is responsible for the hardware packaging and playing the role of the director. Their team is very professional and has recruited many scammers, including investment producers, assistant directors, and scene managers. Two familiar faces often seen on TV and third- and fourth-rate stars joined the cast. Of course, these stars didn't know they were scammers. They were just invited by the screenwriter through their former circle of friends. There was no way, there were too many stars in Beijing.
Tonight, the screenwriter drank a lot. The sheep in Tang Bo's circle have completely fallen and are about to swing their swords.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, after the screenwriter and a girl broke up in front of the hotel, they were going home to take a shower and catch up on some sleep.
When he arrived at the gate of the community in a taxi, he was seen by Jin Beibei who was watching him.
"Brother, here it comes, here it comes." Jin Beibei pulled me with her hand.
"ah,."
I suddenly woke up, looked forward, and saw that it was actually a screenwriter.
"You guys wait, I'll go down and take a look."
I thought for a moment, wiped my face haphazardly, opened the door and walked out.