"Can you really tell if a woman is really jealous or fake?"
Zhang Heng took the car key that Fox gave him to the second floor of the parking lot. He found a black Volkswagen business car that looked a little old. He opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and adjusted the seat and rearview mirror. , then asked the little boy in the back row.
"No, why should I study such boring things?"
"…………"
"I just said it to make him feel unhappy. There's no way to prove this kind of thing anyway," the little boy said. After a pause, she said, "Hey, do you really know how to drive?"
"It feels quite strange to explain the same question twice," Zhang Heng said.
"It's still too late to give up now, it's better than trying to be fat and pretending to be fat in the end."
"Yes, I'll try not to reveal anything."
Zhang Heng started the car. Forty-five minutes later, the crowd drove under a bridge. Under the car lights, a figure was pacing anxiously by the bridge pier.
Zhang Heng parked the car and was a little surprised. Because it was a black job, he thought that his employer should also be from the black world, but the guy in front of him looked very ordinary in appearance. He looked about 40 or 50 years old, with a slightly bloated body and greasy hair. But he was clean-shaven, wearing a somewhat rustic jacket, and looked a little timid.
"Is this the car going to the laundry?" The man did not step forward immediately, but asked cautiously.
"Sorry, the laundry is closed." Zhang Heng said.
These two sentences were the agreed-upon code words. The man breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door, and climbed into the passenger seat. "Thank God, you are finally here. I was almost worried to death."
He was holding a cardboard box in his arms. It could be seen that he attached great importance to the box. He protected it tightly with both arms, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world. He did not let go even after he sat in the car. hand.
"Where to go?"
The man gave an address. The location was very remote, quite some distance away from here. Zhang Heng was not familiar with the city, so he had no idea about the address, but the little boy immediately frowned.
"What are you doing in Albanian territory?"
"This..." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, not knowing what to say.
"Is there any problem?" Zhang Heng asked,
"Those guys are all unscrupulous and outright criminals. They are inextricably linked to the red light district business in the city. They like to smuggle girls here from their own countries in the name of working abroad, and then turn against them and detain them, forcing them to They provide paid services to men. In addition, they also target some single female tourists. They select handsome people from among their members to strike up conversations at airports and stations. After finding out the details of the target, they decide whether to take action. In addition, they also involve some They are present in other criminal activities, basically in all areas where money can be made.”
"I...I have some business dealings with them." The man stammered.
"It is not a rational thing to choose those Albanians as business partners," the little boy paused, and then said to Zhang Heng, "The risk is too high, I suggest terminating this job."
"No, no, no, I have to go there tonight." The man immediately panicked after hearing this. "I have been in contact with their person in charge. He is a very kind person and there is no danger."
"In that case, we can leave the car to you and you go by yourself." The little boy said.
The man was speechless when he heard this. The sweat on his forehead was getting more and more, and he said with a pleading look, "I, I don't dare... I have also heard a lot of things related to them. If I were not really desperate, I will never have anything to do with them, please, don’t abandon me, I, I can give you more money.”
"This is not a question of money." said the little boy.
"I can add another three hundred, no, five hundred... one thousand," the man gritted his teeth, "If the transaction goes well, two thousand is fine."
"Are you so rich? I really didn't realize it." The little boy raised his eyebrows.
"If I were really rich, why would I have anything to do with that group of people?" the man said with a sad smile.
"What do you do?" Zhang Heng asked suddenly.
The man hesitated for a moment. He obviously didn't want to reveal his identity information, but he was more afraid that Zhang Heng and the little boy would just let go and let him face those evil spirits alone, so he finally said the truth, "I He’s a chemistry teacher.”
"Chemistry teacher?" The little boy looked at the man carefully again and found that his temperament was indeed closer to that of the teacher. "So, why does a chemistry teacher not teach and educate people in school but hang out with guys in the dark world?"
"Like you, it's not about money." The man sighed, "I originally had a happy family...but seven years ago my daughter was diagnosed with a rare disease that cannot be cured with current medical standards. , she could only maintain her life with drugs and instruments, which cost a lot of money every month. Our savings were quickly used up, and the house and car were sold. A year ago, my wife was overwhelmed, and we I'm also divorced.
"My school has raised funds for me twice, but compared to the huge medical expenses, the money is just a drop in the bucket. I have borrowed from all my relatives, friends, banks, and even loan sharks are now unwilling to lend me money... ...I, I really have no choice. If I can't raise the money this month, the hospital will terminate my daughter's treatment. I have no choice but to take risks. Please, help me. I really need this. Money saves lives, and we can get 30-70% of the profit after the project is completed."
"Wait a minute, could you be..." The little boy's eyes fell on the cardboard box in the hands of the chemistry teacher. As if he thought of something, his expression changed slightly, "You are too brave, you know. Are there any consequences for being caught?”
"For people like me who have lost everything, if I can survive one more day, my daughter will live one more day. How can I have time to worry about tomorrow." The chemistry teacher hugged the cardboard box tightly, her teeth chattering, "But don't worry , I know the rules, just pretend that this conversation has never happened, no... you have never seen the contents of the box in the first place, so if there is an accident, it has nothing to do with you."
"No," the little boy shook his head. "Even if you are willing to take risks, when an ordinary person like you faces the real villains, they have 10,000 ways to eat you alive. Just let it go when it's time to let it go. You have tried your best, teacher, this is life, and your daughter will not blame you if she knows."
"No, no...it's not the end yet, it's not over yet." The chemistry teacher's eyes widened and he breathed heavily from his nostrils. The veins on his neck were bulging. He had swept away the submissive and useless look before. Only here. He was particularly stubborn about this matter, as stubborn as a donkey, "Please, Fox said you are all capable people, there must be a way to help me complete this transaction, right?"
