Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

It looks like a discarded waste, quietly in the dark, mottled appearance.

Gu beihuawo is in the car, waiting for the appointed person to appear.

He arrived nearly two hours before the appointed time.

He took Qu Qingchen to the hospital and watched her go upstairs. Normally, everything should be safe, but he felt a little uneasy.

Gu, who is used to driving SUVs, nests in a small van, trying to curl up his long arms and legs. In the cool light of the morning, he clearly felt the sweat on his back.

Finally, at two thirty-five in the morning, there was movement on the narrow and deep road in front of us. A small broken car with the same volume was not very big, and it was rolling along the road. The light from the two headlights was rolling up and down with the body.

Gu Beihua in front of a bright, almost swept up the drowsiness of the moment disappeared without a trace.

He pushed the door open and jumped down. A cool wind suddenly blew in front of him, puffing up his shirt and blowing off his sweat.

Gu Beihua couldn't help but excite himself. He watched the car stop in front of him, the door of the driver's seat "Hula" was pushed open, and he jumped down from it.

"The man has brought it." Gu Beihua didn't give him a chance to breathe. He went straight to the plan.

The man nodded and raised his chin to the car behind him.

"Good." He clapped his lips up and down quickly. "You lift people down. The money is in my car. I'll get it now."

The tall man, with his back to the car light, was just a rough black silhouette in front of Gu Beihua's eyes, like a figure coming out of a shadow play.

Without a second's hesitation, he nodded, turned and walked back.

Seeing this, Gu Beihua could not help but let go, turned and walked into the car. The heavy bag of cash was on the front passenger seat of the van.

When doing business with people like Su Dayong, he didn't have to play too many tricks. After thinking about it, he finally decided to take cash directly.

There is no happiness in the world that can defeat one's mind more than being stun by bundles of pink RMB, especially for Su Dayong, a rogue with little culture.

For Gu Beihua, money is nothing but personal belongings. There is nothing to pity. Even now that part of GM's assets have quietly flowed into song dongrou's pocket, he is not in a panic.

A thin camel is bigger than a horse. When boss Gu was poor, he was more than 100 times richer than the average middle class. With only a little money, he can buy a life and a brand new future for his daughter. He thinks the business is not at a loss.

Thinking of this, Gu Beihua felt a little complacent.

But the corner of his lips only had time to raise half of it, and then it froze in the distance, forming a smiling expression.

Something's wrong.

There are weeds all over the place. As soon as you walk around a little, the grass that is almost knee high will scrape your trouser legs back and forth. Even if you walk cautiously like him, you can't help making a very obvious "miso" sound, while Su Dayong doesn't make a sound at all.

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