Chapter 350: Ingenuity destroys clumsiness

"Popsicle, popsicle..."

In the hot summer, you can always see some vendors on the streets, pushing bicycles and selling popsicles in the streets.

Several loud shouts rang out, and several children poured out from every corner, holding change in one hand and taking out colorful popsicles in the other.

Ji Canghai took out a few coins from his pocket: "Are you thirsty?"

My eyes always stayed on the packaging of the ice bricks: "Ice bricks can really quench your thirst."

Ji Canghai looked at me confused: "What are you talking about?"

I looked back at him and waved to him: "How much money do you have in your pocket?"

"At once……"

Ji Canghai took out all the crumpled money from his pocket and handed it to me: "That's it."

I took the money and turned to look at the big brother buying popsicles.

"How to sell ice bricks?"

The vendor wiped his sweat and said, "One piece."

"How many do you have?"

Before he could put down his hand to wipe the sweat, he sneered: "How many can you wrap for me?"

"You're really right, Bao Yuan!"

"Not only do I want popsicles, I also want your bicycle!"

The vendor slowly put down his hand and waved impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, I..."

I didn't say anything and just stuffed the money into the basket of his car: "This is just a lot more money, you won't suffer any loss."

He seriously missed the money and slowly raised his head: "It's all mine? Don't you regret it?"

"Repentance is a dog."

The hawker suddenly beamed, took out a key from his pocket, and threw it into the basket of the car.

"Here's the key, thank you boss!"

Ji Canghai looked at a box of ice bricks and gnashed his teeth: "Are you going to eat it to death?"

I picked up an ice brick and stuffed it into my mouth: "Do you believe it? I can kill Chen Changming with just one ice brick."

"I really want to believe it." Ji Canghai pursed his lips: "But don't you feel like you're bragging?"

I looked down at the crying children and immediately took out a handful of ice bricks from the incubator.

A handful of ice bricks brought smiles to their faces.

I knelt down and asked with a smile: "I have a lot of ice bricks, do you want them?"

"want!"

All the children shouted in unison, and their frustration turned into excitement.

"I have a competition, do you want to participate?"

"want!"

I turned back and pointed at the colorful ropes on the wall, and lowered my voice a little: "You go and collect the colorful ropes hanging on the wall, and exchange each rope for an ice brick."

"I will wait for you here tomorrow morning."

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Canghai pulled me aside and whispered: "Isn't *** crazy?"

"Aren't you taking risks by using a group of children to do this?"

I squeezed his hand hard: "Don't worry, I'm not a fool."

Turning around, I looked at the children and said, "You want more children to participate. Whoever brings more people will have more ice bricks."

"good!"

The children were chirping and jumping away with a bang.

Ji Canghai looked at the backs of these children, his words full of worry: "Isn't such a group of children too dangerous?"

I smiled, took out my cell phone, and called Uncle Ya.

"Uncle, I need to trouble you with something."

Uncle Ya said one word calmly: "Say."

"Are there any old scumbags in this place called Monan?"

"Why do you ask this?" Uncle Ya asked very alertly: "When Wang Ju was in power, he killed all the old scum and no one dared to do this business."

"Those old scums ran away as fast as they could, and all they left behind were washed away in a golden basin."

"You help me find an old relationship and say my son is lost."

Uncle Ya obviously raised his voice a lot: "When did you have a son?"

"Oh, I'll explain it to you when I get back. Just do what I say."

Even across the phone, I can think of Uncle Ya's current expression.

His voice came along the phone: "So what does this kid look like?"

"You can make up any one."

After hanging up the phone, I squatted next to the bicycle and ate popsicles to myself.

Ji Canghai held the pergola with one hand: "What the hell is this old scumbag?"

"In black terms, they are human traffickers."

He immediately squatted next to me and whispered: "You want to traffic people?"