Old Feng took off his hat, walked to the boss's desk and said softly:
"Excuse me, Mr. Guo and I have made an appointment to meet today!"
The person on the swivel chair ignored him at all and cursed at the top of his voice:
"Come on, in the middle, fuck, what are you doing to eat? Are you going to watch a show? Can you fight, can you play, can you play, what the hell!"
After cursing, he slammed the phone on the table, kicked the corner of the table, and turned around.
I happened to meet Lin Yi face to face.
The man on the swivel chair opposite had a scar on his face that connected from the corner of his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth.
The whole person's face was a little distorted, and to put it mildly, his appearance was disfigured.
The scar crawled across his face like a centipede.
The left eye can hardly be opened, the bridge of the right nose is also crooked, and the right corner of the mouth is always raised due to scars, giving people the illusion of a smile but not a smile.
This man has a round head, slightly bulging temples, broad shoulders, and is wearing a brown leather jacket.
Underneath was a turtleneck sweater, which couldn't completely cover the tattoo on his neck.
He was wearing a pair of white-washed jeans and a pair of Dana combat boots.
Scarface put his hands on the table, his eyes swept across the faces of the three people, and finally stayed on Bai Lu's face for a while.
There was a thick layer of calluses on the backs of his left and right hands.
The two of them had met each other for such a short time, and Lin Yi had basically made a general judgment about him.
He is twenty-seven or eighty years old and is a Lianjiazi. He should have graduated from a martial arts school and has a foundation in Sanda. The scar on his face was caused by a Burmese dog-leg knife. He should also be a ruthless master.
"Friend, this old gentleman is asking you something!"
Lin Yi reminded coldly.
Scarface glared at Lin Yi fiercely before turning his attention to Lao Feng.
"Are you going to tell Mr. Guo something to do?"
"Excuse me, please help me spread the word that Lao Feng is here."
Scarface looked him up and down, picked up the phone from the table, stuffed it into his butt pocket, held the table with one hand, and jumped out.
Walking to Lin Yi and Bai Lu, he paused and walked over, rubbing Lin Yi's shoulders.
He was working hard now and wanted to hit Lin Yi's shoulder.
Lin Yi didn't dodge and collided head-on with him.
Their bodies made a muffled sound at the same time.
Scarface didn't expect that Lin Yi would actually resist. He stared at his good eye and leaned towards Lin Yi with his neck stiffened:
"You want to cause trouble, right?"
Lin Yi glanced at him with contempt, sneered, and already held his hands on his waist.
Upon seeing this, Lao Feng quickly came up to break up the fight.
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. This is the guest Mr. Guo is looking for. Brother, please tell Mr. Guo quickly and don't delay Mr. Guo's important matters."
After hearing what Old Feng said, Scarface gave up, stared at Lin Yi fiercely with one eye, left angrily, and turned around to go out.
"Wait here!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Old Feng saw Scarface walking away, and then hurriedly came to Lin Yi:
"This is someone else's territory. If it's a tiger, we have to lie down. If it's a dragon, we have to coil up. Why do you want to compete with a watchdog? Mr. Guo has dozens of people like this to look after homes and courtyards. He's going to die, and it's not worth getting angry with such a rotten person."
Lin Yi also knew that Lao Feng was right.
However, this guy's lewd eyes just glanced at Bai Lu, which made people sick.
It was true that he got really angry just now. If Lao Feng hadn't spoken out to dissuade him, he might have made a big fuss.
"Brother Lin, calm down, you can't mess with this kind of garbage person. Uncle Feng is right. Before we understand the other party's intentions, we'd better be cautious."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from the corridor outside.
"Brother Feng is here, oh, hurry up, hurry up, what kind of wind brings you, Brother Feng, to me?"
Scarface opened the door curtain, and a middle-aged man with a big belly walked in.
His appearance is indeed unattractive, but his small eyes are shining brightly.
Wearing a tailor-made cashmere coat, her belly was open, and the buttons obviously couldn't reach the buttonholes.
A pair of chubby white hands, which are smooth and smooth. Wearing a huge gold ring on the hand, a bull's head is particularly eye-catching.
"Mr. Guo, what you said is serious. This time I will go to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason."
Old Feng greeted him and the two shook hands.
"Please sit down quickly, please sit down quickly. Huzi, let someone come over to receive you, hurry up!"
Mr. Guo made arrangements, and Scarface responded.
Mr. Guo turned his head and looked at Lin Yi and Bai Lu, pretending not to recognize them at all.
"These two are."
"Don't you know these two Mr. Guo?"
Old Feng is an old man, and he has long concluded in his heart that the person who slipped through the door to pick the lock and went to the hotel to rummage through their luggage was Mr. Guo's subordinate. Now he is pretending not to know him, and Old Feng is also pretending to be confused.
"Hiss, it looks familiar. Oops, isn't this the Consultant Lin from the Internet? Nice to meet you!"
With that said, Mr. Guo stretched out his chubby hand and walked towards Lin Yi.
It can be heard from the conversation between him and Lao Feng that this guy is definitely a "human spirit".
It was obvious that he was the one who found trouble first, but now he started to pretend to be innocent.
"I wonder why Brother Feng brought Consultant Lin and his entourage to my remote mountainous area?"
Old Feng rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
"That's what happened. Consultant Lin encountered a little trouble when he first arrived at our place. He went out for a walk. When he came back, he found that someone had entered his room and his luggage had been rifled through."
"Oh, is there such a thing? Did you throw anything away? Did you call the police? How about I call Political Commissar Song from the city bureau now and ask what's going on? Doesn't this discredit our local security?"
"That's not a big deal, and I didn't lose anything."
"Oh, that's good, that's good."
Seeing the two people talking about each other here, as if two old monks were having a fight, Lin Yi felt angry in his heart.
Even if you worship the pier on the green forest road, there are still rules for worshiping the pier.
From the beginning of the meeting, everything they said was just talk, without a single serious word. This was not an attitude at all, it was purely for show and to give him a blow.
The two of them were still chatting about each other, but for a long time no one guided their conversation to the right track.
Lin Yi counted three numbers silently in his mind. If after three sentences, they still couldn't get to the main topic of the conversation, he would pull Bai Lu and leave.
"To be honest, I haven't been to the mines for a while. Now that I'm getting older, my legs and feet are not as good as before. I have to wait for a few years, but I can still carry a gun to hunt rabbits and goats in the mountains."
"It's okay to go now. I keep things in my car all the year round. The yellow sheep are just putting on their autumn fat to prepare for the winter. There's no smell. It just so happened that I still had half of the food left after I hunted it last time. Just, I ate here at noon."
"Oh, Mr. Guo, I won't be polite."
"Brother Feng, why are you so polite to me?"
"You two are chatting slowly, we won't interrupt you! Farewell!"
Lin Yi picked up Bai Lu and was about to walk out the door. Old Feng quickly went up to hold them back.
Mr. Guo laughed twice behind him.
"The famous Consultant Lin, can't you calm down now? Who do I think you are? Someone actually gave me an eight-digit price for your head." (End of Chapter)
