After Chu Heng heard this, he guessed what Zhang Yiyan meant. He guessed that he wanted to keep things secret. He was very familiar with this...
"What do you mean?" He still wanted to confirm.
"I thought so."
Zhang Yiyan reached for the lighter on Chu Heng's table and lit a cigarette. After taking a long puff, he said, "I'll go to Xicheng again tomorrow afternoon to collect the safe. I'll send the things to you when I'm done." , the money spent by each of us is half, and the contents inside are also half chopped, what do you think?"
After hearing this, Chu Heng did not rush to agree or refuse, but asked: "No, you put so much effort into it, what if there is nothing in it? And if I haven't opened the safe in these years, you are sure that you Can it be opened?"
He has never been that concerned about this kind of gambling on luck. Put aside the trouble, he doesn't know whether he can get any benefits.
"No, there's no. Anyway, it's collected as scrap metal. If it doesn't work, I'll give it away and it'll be over. I won't lose anything." Zhang rolled his eyelids, squinted at him, and said angrily: "More, what do you think? Am I stupid? Why should I worry about the missing thing? Today I was moving the safe with my host’s family. I can feel something inside, but I don’t know what it is. As for unlocking the lock, that’s all. You don’t have to worry about it, I’ll find a solution of course.”
"Then I'll do as you say." Chu Heng shrugged nonchalantly. Beating a child on a rainy day means you are free when you are idle, right?
It doesn’t cost much anyway.
He glanced at the lighter in front of Zhang, quietly brought it over, and then said casually: "I said, Master Zhang, your house is so big, why do you still send it to me? "
"Can I move such heavy things by myself? And the cabinet is really big. If I move it back so blatantly, I'm afraid that others will see it and report it." Zhang curled his lips, then stood up and said: "Okay, I have to go back to the station quickly. If I'm late, I'll have to deal with it. You should be busy."
"I'll see you off." Chu Heng quickly stood up to see him off.
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Xiaolihua Hutong, Chu House.
After Chu Heng left, Miss Ni has been cleaning up the house. Grandpa's old clothes need to be washed, as well as the sheets, quilts and clothes of the couple.
Just pull it out and there will be a huge pile, like a small mountain.
She didn't finish washing things until half past three.
"Phew, it's finished."
Ni Yinghong beat her sore waist, looked around at the sheets, quilts and clothes hanging all over the yard, then hurried back to the house to get her bag, then went to the kitchen to get a vegetable basket, and then followed Ni's father who was sitting in the house listening to the radio. After saying hello to my grandpa, I went out to buy groceries.
There is a non-staple food store near her house, and it's only a ten-minute walk away from the alley, so she doesn't ride a bicycle.
The girl went out and said a few words to the neighbors in the alley. Seeing that there were no people going to buy vegetables, she left Xiaolihua alone.
She walked north along the street for a while, and soon came to a deep alley.
Just go through this alley and walk north for three or two minutes, and you will find a grocery store.
Ni Yinghong took small steps, hummed a cheerful tune, and turned around and got into the alley.
Just when she was halfway there, two young men wearing green clothes and red cuffs on their arms suddenly walked over from the opposite side.
Ni Yinghong, who was still in the sun, didn't think much and kept walking forward.
Unexpectedly, when they were about to meet each other, the two people suddenly turned their bodies sideways and blocked the way forward.
"What are you doing?" Ni Yinghong frowned, with a tense pretty face, she quietly reached into her bag and grabbed the cold May 4th pistol.
Ever since she got the gun and the certificate, she had been following Chu Heng's instructions and keeping the gun in her bag in case of emergency.
The two boys opposite both smelled of alcohol, their young and downy faces were red, and their eyes were a little hazy. It was obvious that they had just drank and were still a little drunk.
Looking at the graceful and charming Ni Yinghong in front of them, these two guys were thirsty for a while.
"Nothing, I just want to make friends with you."
The young man with pimples on his face looked at Ni Yinghong with a squinting look, raised his chin proudly, and said, "Comrade, don't be afraid. I am from the security department of Hongguang Printing Factory. I am not a bad person."
These two brothers used to be stubborn men on the street, and they usually took pictures of their wives. Today, when they saw Ni Yinghong, who looked like a fairy, and under the influence of alcohol, they couldn't hold back their lust for a while, so they wanted to come up and have a chat. .
What if I can take the photo?
Life is about constantly making bold attempts.
If you don't give it a try, how will you know if this girl is a prodigal?
Ni Yinghong had a lot of experience with this kind of scene, and she also knew the virtues of these gangsters. She calmly took a step back to prevent them from making a move. She looked at the two grandsons opposite her coldly. , pursed her pink lips, frowned tightly like willow leaves, put on a fierce look, and scolded: "Go away quickly, my husband is Chu Heng, the director of Sanliang Store, be careful He will take care of you!"
Although this girl doesn't care about political affairs, she still roughly understands that her man's name is still of some use outside.
It's a pity that these two grandsons are too low-level and have never heard of Daesheng Heng's name.
And at this time, they were already fascinated by Ni Yinghong's fierce and cute appearance. They didn't care about the director of a shitty food store who didn't even know where he was.
Qianzhan couldn't help but step forward, stretched out his claws to pinch Miss Ni's chin, and said with a smile: "Comrade, don't be so cruel, I just want to make friends with you."
"Crack!"
Ni Yinghong saw that her husband's reputation was not easy to use, so she no longer hesitated. She immediately opened the safety on May Fourth and took out her gun, preparing to scare them first.
If you can't be scared, then you can only give a peanut to each person!
For her who dared to stab someone with a screwdriver at every turn, killing someone with a gun did not cause much psychological pressure at all.
"Hi, Mani!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from behind the two grandsons, and soon five or six young people were seen running in from the alley.
In the blink of an eye, they were close.
The leader of this group was none other than Wan Xiaotian, the gangster leader who was driven away when Chu Heng first moved, trying to hug his thigh.
"Comrade, are these two grandsons playing hooligans?"
Wan Xiaotian pulled the two grandsons apart and asked Ni Yinghong with a straight face.
"Yes." Ni Yinghong nodded, and stuffed the half-taken gun back, but did not let go. Although the subsequent group looked like they acted bravely, they still had to be on guard against others.
It's not like she has never seen dramas that she directed and acted in before.
"What the hell, you're just trying to be a hooligan on my behalf, you're getting tired of living!"
When Wan Xiaotian heard that he was really a hooligan, he immediately became furious and called his brothers to start a fight: "Kick her!"
The two people were not afraid. The other person outside the acne shouted with eyes wide open: "I am from the security department of the printing factory. You guys try to touch us!"
They dared to stop Ni Yinghong because of their identity as a security officer. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, this identity was quite intimidating.
"I'm actually from the security department of the machine factory!"
Unfortunately, Wan Xiaotian, who was also a member of the Security Section, did not accept this trick. He immediately kicked the person over hard and knocked the person over. Immediately, a group of people surrounded them and beat the two people down. Education of love from fist to flesh.
