Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Hearing about Lao Hei, the thin man's face changed slightly, and then he showed an awkward smile, "Lao Hei is a man who doesn't know how to control his words. He brings disaster upon himself when he talks nonsense."

His friend sighed helplessly and whispered, "We have a good relationship. Let me tell you, don't tell anyone about what you saw this time. Lao Hei is a lesson for you."

The thin man continued to smile awkwardly, "How could that be possible? I, Chu Dazhuang, am famous for my tight-lipped mouth."

"Ah~" The friend who was traveling with me sighed softly, "I hope so."

Before leaving, Chu Dazhuang saw Zhang San in the crowd, so he glanced around and saw that a few Japanese people were not paying attention to this side, so he moved over and whispered, "Hey, Zhang San, do you think the beating you got this time is related to the goods we are going to move this time?"

"I don't know!" Zhang San stepped back, not wanting to get too involved with Chu Dazhuang.

The thin man's name is Chu Dazhuang. Although he is called Dazhuang, he is not very strong. Fortunately, he is strong enough and can do some heavy work.

This person is cheerful and not stingy, and he's popular. But he's a talkative person, which makes people unwilling to talk to him.

The Lao Hei that his friend mentioned just now is similar to him.

A few months ago, he accidentally discovered a batch of arms while working. When he came back, he told everyone he met about it. However, he disappeared within two days. No one saw him alive or dead, leaving behind a wife and two half-grown children.

Come to think of it, it's really pitiful.

In fact, everyone understands what is going on.

Lao Hei was silenced.

Today's situation is similar to the one with Lao Hei, which makes people who are not familiar with Chu Dazhuang unwilling to get too close to him for fear of being implicated.

"This little guy doesn't seem to be popular. I see you don't want to pay attention to him." Xu San, who was standing behind Zhang San, suddenly asked.

Zhang San turned around and took a look, then said, "It's not that I don't want to deal with him, but this Chu Dazhuang is a chatterbox, and he can't keep two ounces of sesame oil in his stomach. If there is anything, I will tell you everything in no time. Tonight."

Zhang San looked around and continued in a low voice, "You are a discerning person, you should know it at a glance, right?"

Xu San nodded and took out a French franc and stuffed it over.

After taking the money, Zhang San told the story of Lao Hei.

Then Xu San took out a few more French francs and said, "I need your help, brother."

Zhang San looked at the money and was terrified, but his arm was injured and he couldn't work for a long time. He also had a wife and children to support at home, so he finally gritted his teeth and took the money. "You decide, as long as it's not too much."

"Brother, you are so straightforward." Xu San smiled and took out a few more French dollars. "I want to go and take a look. Can you help me?"

"This... this." Zhang San was in a dilemma. He held the money in his hand and handed it back to Xu San before it was even warm. "I can't take your job. I have a family to support, and I can't let any more accidents happen."

Instead of taking the money, Xu San lifted up his clothes, revealing the box gun underneath.

Then, he took out a few more French currency notes and said, "This isn't difficult. Chu Dazhuang's two can't do it, so take a look at the other two. Give them this money as compensation."

Zhang San swallowed his saliva, took the money, and said helplessly, "Uncle, you are really my uncle!" (End of this chapter)