Two quarters of an hour later, the dock came into view.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Song Che got out of the car outside the street and walked towards the pier instead.
At night, when the ship returns to the port, there are lonely fishing lights and the dock is quiet.
"Uncle, we will set up a street stall here in the next day." Zhang Hu took Song Che and others to a street intersection.
This stall is only a hundred feet away from the pier. There is only one street from west to east. The street is full of wine shops and inns. It is now dinner time, and business is very good.
The people who come in and out of the wine shop are all men who work on the dock.
The dock has always been a gathering place for gangs. Most of the people who opened a restaurant here wore the same pants as the gang members. Zhang Hu went to ask today, but even if they knew it, they would not tell them clearly.
Song Che walked around the pier and suddenly found a small noodle stall on the corner of the right branch of the long street. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. The stall was very small, with only three tables. The business was very cold and there were no customers. Come.
Although the noodle stall is placed in an inconspicuous corner, the terrain is relatively high and the view to the left and right is wide. You can see the entire pier at a glance.
Qin Ruo is so beautiful. When walking in the crowd, both men and women will take a second look. Moreover, the cloth stall and the noodle stall are facing each other. This middle-aged woman must have seen Qin Ruo before.
"You guys keep watch at the intersection and I'll go check out the situation." Song Che ordered and walked towards the noodle stall.
When the middle-aged woman saw a guest coming, she hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Master, what would you like to eat? I have noodles, dumplings, and wontons here. The fillings are big and the size is sufficient. You can eat them for five cents..."
They are all people who earn hard-earned money.
Song Che didn't show off, and said bluntly: "Madam, I'm here to find someone. You must have seen her. She is the woman who set up a stall selling cloth on the opposite street today. She is very beautiful."
When the middle-aged woman heard this, her smile disappeared and she said in a deep voice: "There are all kinds of people on the dock. I was just cooking noodles and didn't pay attention to others."
Song Che took out a fifty-tael silver ingot and placed it gently on the counter, "You only sell a bowl of noodles for five cents. There are fifty taels here. You have to sell ten thousand bowls of noodles to earn it. In life, , It is rare to have such a windfall, madam, this opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back."
The middle-aged woman stared at the silver. Of course she wanted it, but fear prevented her from reaching out.
Song Che saw her unspeakable secret and added another twenty taels of chips, "You don't need to tell me too much. A place, a clear path, even a name will do."
The middle-aged woman swallowed, covered the money with her palm, and whispered: "When someone is missing on the dock, they usually look for Mr. Hong..."
Mr. Hong? Is your surname Hong? Could it be Master Hong?
Song Che frowned and asked, "Who is Mr. Hong? Where is he?"
The middle-aged woman put the money away, sighed, and packed up the stall: "Well, with this money, I no longer have to go out early and come home late to set up a stall and sell noodles. The young master is so generous, so I will tell you everything." Bar,"
She said: "Master Hong is the boss of the dock. All businesses on the dock, including my noodle stall, are in charge of him."
She raised her finger and pointed at the pier and said: "When you enter the pier, turn right and go straight. There is a wine shop with a banner with the word 'Hong' hanging on it. It is a place where Hong family workers specialize in drinking. At this point, you can definitely run into them if you go there. .”
"Thanks for the advice, ma'am."
"Sir, is the one who was kidnapped your wife?"
"What?" Song Che paused.
The middle-aged woman sighed: "Your wife is so beautiful. You can just hold her at home. She shouldn't be allowed to show her face in a place like the dock."
She lowered her voice again: "Second Master Hong, he is also involved in human trafficking, especially beautiful women and children. He has lost his conscience."
Song Che secretly sighed inwardly that he had indeed not thought carefully about this matter. He was just preoccupied with making money but forgot about the environmental factors.
Song Che thanked the woman again and turned back to take Li Tian and others to the pier.
"Uncle, it's not that I'm afraid. There are only five of us. Breaking into the dock is like a dragon in a tiger's den." Li Tian said.
Song Che said: "We are not here to fight over territory. Don't be impulsive until the official arrives."
The flags on the Hong Family Winery are quite big, and you can smell the aroma of wine and meat wafting from dozens of feet away.
The door of the wine shop was open, and there were thirty or forty rough men with bare chests and breasts, gathering to eat wine and meat.
Song Che held his hands behind his chest and strode into the wine shop. He stood at the door and scanned everyone. They were all ordinary men, none of them worthy of being called a master.
Is Mr. Hong not here?
The men put down their food and wine and stared at the strangers who suddenly visited with hostility.
"I'm sorry, everyone, our store is closed to the public, you should go elsewhere." The store clerk stepped forward to chase away the customers, his tone was quite harsh.
Song Che said loudly: "I'm here tonight. Instead of having food and wine, I'm going to do business with Mr. Hong. Please ask him to come out and see you."
The store clerk said: "If it's freight business, please come back tomorrow, we are already closed."
Song Che took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and walked into the wine shop holding it high: "It's not a freight business, it's a commission business, and the amount is not small."
The eyes of everyone in the hall moved from Song Che's body to his hands, where the gold ingot was shining.
"Oh? Since it's a big business, of course Hong is willing to do it." A rough voice came from the inner room behind the counter, and then, a burly, dark-skinned man with a curly beard lifted the curtain and glanced at Song Che's hand. Jin Zi, with a smile on his face, asked:
"What kind of business do you want to do, Master?"
Song Che put the gold on the counter, "I heard that if you lose something on the pier, it's better to call Mr. Hong than anything else - today I, Yunshuifang, came to the pier to set up an exhibition and set up a stall, and a female clerk got lost. She's fine." She has special features and looks very beautiful, so I entrusted Mr. Hong to help find someone."
Hong Er's eyes were wandering, but he said: "The West Pier in the city has tens of thousands of passengers every day, so it's hard to find people."
Song Che chuckled, took another gold ingot and put it on the counter: "All the things that are difficult to find are because the money is not paid enough, right?"
Hong Er stared at Jin Zi with greed in his eyes: "But this person is not an object. Things cannot move, but people have two legs. She can run."
"Really?" Song Che took another ingot of gold and put it on the counter.
Hong Er held his chin and stroked his beard, thinking.
"She is very important to me. This important person should spend a lot of money." Song Che took another ingot of gold and put it on it, and asked in a cold voice: "Second Master Hong, are you sincere enough?"
Four large gold ingots weighing fifty ounces were neatly arranged on the counter. The men who helped them all did cheap and hard work. Their eyes widened when they saw so much money.
Hong Er stared at the gold greedily, but still said carelessly, "Oh... Mr. Song, you suddenly paid so much money and put it in front of me. It's really difficult for me to handle."
Song Che said solemnly: "Who can have trouble with money? What he gives may not be as much as what I give. Even if you sell her, you won't be able to sell her for so much."
Hong Er's face darkened: "What do you mean, Mr. Song?"
"You and I know what it means!" Song Che said loudly: "I have nothing but a lot of money. I can waste money to eliminate disasters, and turn big things into small things! If the second master Ruonai doesn't want to do this business, then I can only find others, because the most indispensable thing in this world is people who work hard for money!"
After that, he grabbed the gold and was about to take it back. Hong Er said, "Wait a minute," grabbed Song Che's wrist, and said with a smile, "Uncle Song is right, who can be at odds with the gold?"
As he said that, he winked at the shop assistant and said, "Waiter, this pier is in disrepair and has many potholes. You may not be able to pinpoint which pit she fell into. Go to the pier and look for her. If you find her, please invite her." Come to the store.”
The shopkeeper understood what he was talking about, so he said yes, turned around and ran out of the restaurant.
