"Old man, are you telling the truth!? This is Green Bank?"
Old Man Green nodded gracefully, "Yes, I think so."
He left his counter, walked to a small round table, picked up the teapot, picked out two teacups, filled it with tea, sat down first, and then pointed to the chair in front of him to greet Qin Fei and
Kun guess.
"Please take a seat, two young men."
Qin Fei and Kunchai had no choice but to step forward and sit down in a chair.
"Drink tea, drink tea. This is the best English black tea. There are also some snacks here. They are some cookies. My wife made them to entertain the guests in the store. You can eat some."
He looked at the two young men in front of him with penetrating eyes.
"You came from somewhere far away, right?"
"Yes, I came from Africa." Qin Fei nodded quickly. In fact, he was already very anxious. He couldn't help but look down at the watch. It was already nine o'clock in the morning.
One more minute here means one minute less before MI6 finds itself.
"Come, have something to eat."
Old Man Green was still so elegant, greeting the two of them in a leisurely manner.
Qin Fei and Kunchai also ran around all night. Although Kunchai ate something at the farm later, he was vomited out again by a SAS sound and light grenade.
In order not to offend the old man, the two of them had to start eating biscuits from the basin.
"Drink some tea, this black tea is good."
The two had no choice but to drink tea again. I have to say that the cookies and black tea tasted first-class, leaving a lasting fragrance in their mouths and cheeks.
"Old man, we are really in a hurry." Qin Fei pointed to Kun next to him and guessed: "My friend has some money in your bank. Can you verify his identity and withdraw it?"
"Money?" Old Man Green, holding the black tea cup, was stunned: "What money?"
Qin Fei had a premonition that something big was about to happen soon, and he felt a sense of collapse. He licked his lips and said, "U.S. dollars, 3 billion U.S. dollars."
Old Man Green's hand shook and the tea spilled out.
"$3 billion?"
He looked at Qin Fei and Kunchai in surprise, as if they were seeing aliens.
"Yes, didn't you just say that your place is Green Bank?" Kun guessed anxiously.
"Yes, that's right. This is Green Bank. Look, the clocks here store all time. What is the most expensive thing in the world? Time, do you understand, young man? The wealth here is greater than that in the bank.
It’s much more valuable.”
Old Green was talking seriously about Chicken Soup for the Soul, while the two people opposite him wanted to die.
"Old man..." Qin Fei said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "The 'bank' you are talking about refers to the time in your clocks?"
Old Green nodded: "Well, is there anything more worth preserving than time?"
…
Suddenly, an overwhelming number of crows flew over Qin Fei and Kunchai's heads.
"Old man, it seems we have found the wrong place, so we should say goodbye." Qin Fei stood up and glanced at Kunchai.
Kunchai stood up mechanically, as if his soul had been hollowed out.
Another mischievous disappointment.
He now hates Christian in his heart. If he has the chance, he will definitely kidnap this guy again, and he will definitely not let this slick banker go until he tells the truth or gets the money with his own hands.
Standing up, Qin Fei bowed slightly to Old Green, then picked up Kunchai and left the watch shop in a hurry.
Back in the car, Lao Yu looked at the two people with strange expressions and asked in surprise: "What? Look at you, do you think you've been cooked? Your faces are all red?"
Qin Fei waved his hand, sighed, and leaned on his seat: "It's actually a watch shop. There is no Green Bank at all. You were fooled by that guy Christian."
"What!?" Crosshair almost jumped up from the driver's seat, hitting his head on the roof of the car and grinning in pain, "No bank?"
"Well, that's a classical watch shop there. Those antique watches are quite nice. Do you want to buy one?"
The atmosphere in the car suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"Forget it, let's go. It's your own money and you can't run away. It's not your own property and you can't stuff it into your bag." After all, Old Yu is older and is the most tolerant of everyone.
, so he comforted everyone and said: "We should think about how to get out of this ghost place now."
The polar bear said: "It's okay to leave. Let's go to Southampton. I know a person there who is doing well. They specialize in freight. They often help people transport some messy things. Sometimes they also help people sneak across the border.
From there we should be able to leave for Morocco."
Now that the matter has come to this, Qin Fei has no choice. Sometimes people are not as good as God.
Maybe Zhang Lan really didn't hide the money in the so-called Green Bank, maybe it was just a story Christian deliberately made up to get out.
The car slid slowly along York Street and soon disappeared at the end of the street.
The door of Green's Watch Shop was gently pushed open. Old Green stretched out his head, glanced in the direction where Qin Fei and the others left, and quickly disappeared behind the door.
The street was calm again, as if no one had been here.
Back in the store, Old Green picked up a white glove from the counter, put it on his hand gently, then walked to the small round table and picked up the tea cup that Kunchai drank from.
He stuck the eyepiece on his right eye and looked at the cup carefully against the light.
Several clear fingerprints were left on the surface of the porcelain from country Z and on the enamel of the handle. Old Green smiled slightly, took the cup back to the counter, lightly covered it with a plastic bag, and placed it in a wooden box.
After doing all this, he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number.
Soon, the call was connected.
"Please send someone over. Someone came here just now. I took his fingerprints and DNA from the tea cup. The high-precision camera in the store should have captured his facial features and pupil information."
After more than ten seconds, he put down the phone, put the box away, put on the eyepiece again, and continued to sit on the chair behind the counter, playing with the antique pocket watch on the tray in front of him.
While Old Green was doing all this in his shop, on the attic of a building opposite No. 15 York Street, a figure shook for a moment, and a black surveillance camera slowly retracted.
Behind the window, a middle-aged man picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
"They just left and it seems they didn't get the items. I guess they're still in the store. Should I take action?"
A voice soon came from the microphone: "No, Green Bank is not an ordinary organization. We can't afford to offend them. We should wait until they come over next time to get something, and then we will rob it."
"OK."
The middle-aged man cut off the call, turned around and stuffed the surveillance camera into a travel backpack next to him, then put on his cap and turned into a tourist, then hurried downstairs and disappeared into the alley at the back door.