Liang Jian: I have a canteen

As soon as the driver finished speaking, he realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly explained, "Master, that's not what I meant. My gesture was... yes... yes."

The driver stammered and couldn't say the rest of the words. He was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his face.

Xu San smiled and shook his head, saying, "This is called professional sense. You are right, and the metaphor is appropriate."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The driver nodded repeatedly, "That's what I mean."

After taking another sip of tea, Xu San stood up and said, "Let's go!"

"Okay!" The coachman also stood up, drank half a pot of tea in one breath, and then followed Xu San.

When we arrived at the place where the rickshaw driver parked the car, we found that the rickshaw was not lost.

The driver ran over and pulled out his rickshaw, then took out a towel and wiped the seat before saying, "Please, sir!"

"Your service is really great!" Xu San smiled and got into the car.

"Of course!" The driver raised the handlebars and turned around. "Although this job is menial, we have to do it well, right?"

"Yes!" Xu San agreed. "In my eyes, there is no such thing as low-class or high-class people. As long as they make a living with their skills, they are all the same."

"I like what you said!" The driver laughed and started running. "This is the first time I have met a great man like you who is so approachable."

"I'm not a big shot, just a small reporter."

"You live in such a big house, how can you not be an important person?" The driver began to speed up. "Please lean back, I'm going to speed up."

Xu San leaned back and pressed his back against the backrest of the chair. "That house is not mine, it belongs to my student." "Anyway, your status is higher than mine!"

"Don't mention it. I don't want to argue about it." This time, Xu San directly stopped the topic of poverty and nobility. After all, it was not easy to talk about it in this era, and he didn't want to make up anything.

"Okay!" The driver was sensible and changed the topic to continue chatting with Xu San.

Just as the driver said, it was a ten-minute walk and we soon arrived at a warehouse.

It was very dark here, with only a few dim street lights illuminating the road, and the distance between the street lights was very far, which made the area look a little gloomy.

The driver stopped the car and said, "Master, it's just one piece."

He gestured with his hands, "From here to there, it's all C-shaped area. Counting all the warehouses, big and small, I heard there are more than twenty."

Xu San had very good night vision and could clearly see the area that the driver was pointing to.

"This is a big deal!" Xu San muttered, then he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the dim area.

Just as Zhang San said, there are quite a few people here. Not only are there people guarding the entrance, but there are also patrolling figures in the distance.

After roughly counting the number of people, Xu San said, "Is the Black Dragon Society usually so responsible? There are at least thirteen or fourteen night watchmen here!"

"You can see this clearly. You have a very good eye!" The driver flattered before answering Xu San's question, "Normally there aren't so many people here."

"Then there must be something wrong!" Xu San said in a certain tone, "Since there must be something wrong, then we can't just stand here stupidly. Go over there and see if we can find a place to sneak in?" (End of this chapter)