Hans and Bowman had been waiting in the restaurant for a long time, but when Tang Cheng appeared, it was already close to lunch time. Suppressing the anger that was rising in his heart, in the office behind the restaurant, Hans, as the owner, helped Tang Cheng. Cheng introduced Bauman from Germany. "Hans, do me a favor. Help me get rid of these things. It's best to help me convert the money I got into dollars or pounds." Tang Cheng didn't care about Bowman's presence and directly carried his own money. Give the small suitcase to Hans.
Hans opened the suitcase and took a look. He had seen the contents inside last night. These things came from Henry's safe. "No problem, I can help you, but according to the rules of the black market, after making the move, I have to charge 20% of the handling fee." Hans has long given up his plan to be friends with Tang Cheng. Since he can't be friends, he can only use Come and get along with Tangcheng in a business-like manner.
It seemed that there was nothing unusual about Hans's attitude towards collecting the handling fee. Tang Cheng just shrugged at Hans and stretched out his right hand. "Okay, I'll give you a 20% handling fee, but first you have to pay me the unpacking fee you promised me last night. You are the big boss, and I'm just a small citizen waiting for the rice to be cooked. You can't rely on me. !" Bowman did not participate in last night's action, so Bowman could not understand at all what Tang Cheng was talking about about the unboxing fee.
Hans was helpless. It was not convenient for Bowman to know about Henry's affairs, so he could only smile at Tangcheng and said that Tangcheng's handling fee would not be charged this time. The two people in Tang Cheng spoke very fast. Bowman, who was not very proficient in Chinese, didn’t even understand what was going on. Hans and Tang Cheng reached a tacit agreement. Among the three, only Bowman was the guy who was kept in the dark.
In desperation, Bowman and Hans started talking German, and now Tang Cheng became a person who couldn't understand. "Hey, you two, can you speak in a language I can understand!" Tang Cheng, who was anxious at the side, rolled his eyes, his face full of impatience, not hiding his dissatisfaction at all. The two Hans looked at each other and finally couldn't help but grin, especially Bowman who laughed loudly, thinking that he didn't look like this just now.
Under Tang Cheng's impatient protest, Hans and Bauman had no choice but to talk in English, briefly telling Bauman what happened last night, and the latter became more and more interested in Tang Cheng. "Don, can you tell me how you got rid of Henry's people last night? As far as I know, there are at least four veterans among Henry's men. Those people are not easy to deal with." Bao There was a trace of doubt in Man's voice, and Hans, who was also doubtful, also dropped the thread on Tang Cheng.
"It's very simple. I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, which is Chinese Kung Fu. The veterans you mentioned are only good on the battlefield. Outside the battlefield, if they are like this, I can beat ten of them." Tang Cheng smiled. Shrugging his shoulders, as if to confirm his statement, Tang Cheng waved his hand and picked up an empty wine bottle from the wall, chopping it down hard with his right hand. In the eyes of Hans and Bowman, the empty wine bottle's The upper half was chopped into pieces by Tang Cheng.
"This bottle is not strong. When I practice boxing, I usually use blue bricks!" Tang Cheng ignored Hans and Bowman's silly expressions with their mouths wide open, and just threw the remaining half of the bottle back. When he reached the corner, he spoke calmly without any joy on his face. Breaking bricks with one palm was something that any veteran could do in the military camps of later generations. But in this day and age, this kind of operation is a bit shocking, especially since Tang Cheng is only a few years older than a middle school student. After repeatedly looking at Tang Cheng's palm without any scars, the surprise in Bowman's eyes became even stronger, but he didn't believe Tang Cheng's statement that he had practiced martial arts since childhood.
After barely prevaricating Bowman for a few words, Tang Cheng immediately looked at Hans, "Tell me, why did you call me here? Let's agree in advance that I can help you, but I have to collect money. Who told me to be a person now? He's a pauper!" Tang Cheng is not stupid. When Hans asked him to come to the restaurant last night, Tang Cheng had already expected it. Seeing Hans's eyes twinkling at this moment, Tang Cheng knew that this guy must have something to help him. .
Sure enough, as Tang Cheng expected, Hans did not give up his previous decision because Tang Cheng wanted money. "Don, I came to you because I really need your help. I told you last night that Henry has a list of people I am interested in. Because of your help, this list is already in my hands, but you You also know that my people are not good at using force, so I still need your help!" Hans's words were a little awkward, but Tang Cheng had already understood the meaning.
"Tang, let me explain to you clearly. I need you to help me clean up a few people just like last night! The specific actions are the same as last night. I will collect and handle the relevant intelligence and cleanup afterwards. The specific actions You implement it. If you agree to help us, we will get half of what we find on site!" Hans did not shy away from the fact that Bowman was still here, and stated his request. Seeing that Tang Cheng's expression was hesitant, he added On to the last sentence.
Hans finally said that half of the things found at the scene were half of the family. Tang Cheng naturally understood what the other party meant. After thinking about it for a moment, Tang Cheng stretched out a finger towards Hans. "Hans, let's just do this. You provide relevant intelligence and identify the target, and I will help you kill the target. You just give me a thousand dollars for each target. Since it is a business, let's just do it. Every time we kill one Target, let’s just settle the account once and not be sloppy, that’s the best.”
When Tang Cheng made such a request, Hans naturally understood that Tang Cheng did not want to have a too deep relationship with him. Thinking about it carefully, the suggestion made by Tang Cheng seemed to be quite good. "No problem, a target of one thousand dollars, but in this case, you will suffer a loss." As Hans spoke, he took out a few photos from the drawer. The first photo he pushed to Tang Cheng's hand was A fat white guy. "This man's name is Willy, who runs a restaurant in the French Concession. It is said that his wife has a diamond necklace worth at least three thousand dollars..."
When Hans mentioned three thousand dollars, he suddenly stopped talking, and then used the corner of his eye to pay attention to Tang Cheng's expression and reaction. It's a pity that the expression on Tang Cheng's face was the same as before, and Hans didn't notice any fluctuations. Bowman, who also paid attention to Tang Cheng's expression, secretly said that he was surprised. Tang Cheng was still looking for money just now, but now when he heard three thousand dollars, the expression on his face did not fluctuate at all. Bowman didn't know what it was. Tang Cheng didn't care about three thousand dollars or simply didn't know how much purchasing power three thousand dollars had.
"Hans, it's useless what you said. I'll just take the share I deserve. Since we have agreed on one thousand dollars per person, let's do it at this price, even if the diamond necklace is worth ten thousand dollars." I won’t even look at the U.S. dollar twice." Tang Cheng, who saw through Hans’s intentions, winked at him and smiled. "I know that you Westerners value the spirit of contract, and we Chinese are not bad either. In the eyes of us Chinese, trustworthiness is the same as what you call the spirit of contract."
There were a total of five photos that Hans took out. Tang Cheng did not need to go into details about why these people became Hans's targets. He just wrote the names and addresses of the targets on the backs of their respective photos according to what Hans told them. After confirming that the target people in these photos were all in the French Concession, Tang Cheng asked Hans for a map of the French Concession. He looked down at it for a while, and then started to write and draw on the map with a pencil. After a while, Tang Cheng slowly raised his head and made his request to Hans.
"It's not very difficult, but I need you to prepare a car and a driver, and the driver must obey my command. In addition, I also need you to help me prepare a Japanese Type 38 rifle and 20 rounds of ammunition. If It would be even better if we could get some make-up paints used by movie actors." Tang Cheng naturally had his own ideas when making these requests, so he didn't need to explain too much to Hans.
"The car is fine. I can be your driver and I will definitely obey your orders. It's just that the Japanese-style 38 rifle you just mentioned is a bit difficult to get. It can be obtained, but it will take time. Make-up paint is simple. , give me an hour, and I can get you a lot." Bowman, who had been acting as a passerby, suddenly interrupted, but Hans, who took the initiative to seek help from Tangcheng, did not stop Bowman from interrupting.
I have known for a long time that the two of you are a team! Bowman's interruption did not arouse Tang Cheng's surprise, but he did not expect that this man named Bowman could bear to speak until now. "If the rifle has trouble, forget it. I don't mind using other models of rifles, as long as there are no problems with the car and paint." Tangcheng did not object to Bowman being his driver. Tangcheng would not let Bowman act as his driver anyway. Really get in on the action.
Hans was overjoyed at Tang Cheng's pleasure. He immediately picked up the phone on the table and called his men to assign tasks. "Okay, we can get the car and oil paint after lunch. The Japanese-style 38 rifles are a bit troublesome, but my people said we can get two before dark." After hanging up the phone, Hans smiled at Tang Cheng. , there was a strong sense of pride in his eyes.
"Okay! Then I'm not going anywhere today, I'll just stay here. You ask your people to keep an eye on these targets in the photo. If the guns and bullets can be delivered before dark, maybe today In the evening, I can help you clear these goals. I hope you can prepare the money in advance. I don't like to be in debt!" After hearing what Hans said, Tang Cheng was not polite and yelled at himself. He hadn't had breakfast yet, so he asked Hans to cook himself a breakfast.
