Chapter 165
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YunfengWords: 1100Update Time: 24/01/11 09:13:36
Chapter 165
"Are you telling the truth? Is the boss really there? What is his name?"
Dou Sprout flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with a smile: "Why am I lying to you? The day before yesterday, my boss invited us to dinner and wanted fresh crabs. My uncle sent me to deliver the crabs. The boss was accompanied by his driver. I saw it with my own eyes." have witnessed."
Later, Dou Sprout said that I told you such important information, you should tell me what happened to you, right?
After much consideration, I chose to believe Dou Sprout and told him the whole story.
Douyazai was dumbfounded. He kept slapping himself on the face and said: "Damn it, Yunfeng, you said those two big wooden boxes on the fishing boat were filled with antiques! You are robbing tombs!"
I smiled wryly and nodded.
"Also, you said that the person named Chen Hong stabbed your boss and then disappeared with a cash check of 5.5 million yuan. After all, your boss is now hospitalized. You are more than 20,000 yuan short, right?"
"Yeah Yazai, I don't know what to do now."
"What's so rare about that? Just wait."
He knelt down and rummaged under the bed for a few minutes before pulling out a locked iron box.
Use the key to open the iron box. There is a pile of cash neatly inside, which at first glance seems to be tens of thousands of dollars.
Douyazai touched the iron box and said distressedly: "I lent this to you, Yunfeng. When you have money, you must pay me back. I have saved so much in two and a half years, and my uncle doesn't even know."
Looking at the neatly arranged banknotes in the iron box, I felt filled with emotion. He and I had only known each other for a few days, but he was willing to give me the money he had saved by working hard at sea... There were still five and ten yuan in the box. ...
After counting, it was twenty-seven thousand six hundred and fifty yuan.
I took note of the good things about Dou Sprout Zai and vowed to pay him back twice as much when I got rich. You lend me 20,000 yuan today, and I will pay you back 200,000 yuan later.
Before leaving, Dou Sprout gave me a piece of paper with an address written on it.
Building 11, Qingyuan Garden, Diyuan Street.
Dou Yazai said that the boss of Hongxing Fishery might still be there, but he could only tell me the address because it was inconvenient for his uncle to take me there. people.
I went to the hospital first and paid the money. Before I woke up, the doctor said that I was very old and the injury was serious this time. Whether I could wake up depends on my luck. I can only pray that my head will wake up as soon as possible and the crisis will be averted.
Land is at a premium in Hong Kong, and Qingyuan Garden is a rare villa-type single-family residential complex where celebrities and upper-class wealthy people live. Security in high-end residential areas is very tight. At first, I tried to sneak in but failed.
Later I thought of a way.
There was a garbage truck that collected garbage. I gave the driver 100 yuan. The driver lied to the security guard and said that I was new to work. Just like that, I followed the garbage truck and sneaked into Qingyuan Garden.
The large iron gates of the 11 villas are closed, and the lawns in the courtyard are neatly maintained. The owner has built a luxurious doghouse on the lawn, and two big black dogs with shiny fur are dozing on the lawn.
After a while, the door opened, and a beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came out carrying a rice bowl.
The girl had snow-white skin, a ponytail and a famous brand. As soon as she walked onto the lawn, two large dogs barked non-stop.
The girl took a mouthful of meat, spit out the bones and said, "What do you call it? Didn't I just feed you? Are you still eating it? You are turning into a pig after eating it!"
"Xuanxuan, please stop feeding me," a middle-aged man walked out of the villa.
This man was wearing a black suit and looked very energetic. There was a scar one inch above his left eye. He was estimated to be in his early forties.
"Dad, don't worry about me!" the girl said angrily, "I want to feed you!"