"How dare I!" He quickly laughed and said, "Sister Jackdaw, these are all ordered by Master Luo, they are absolutely clean."

He put on his gloves, took out a pile and handed it to Fan Tuan: "You can take a look."

Fan Tuan wrapped his sleeves around his hand and took it, turned it over and saw that it was not a consecutive number.

These are not new banknotes, but old banknotes made new.

As a result, the banknote numbers are messed up and have been circulated in the market, making it difficult to trace them.

Moreover, the process of making a new one will go through a series of processes, fingerprints and other things will disappear, and the trajectory of the banknotes is equivalent to a broken chain.

As long as Fan Tuan spends it without fingerprints, no one will know that this banknote has ever passed through her hands.

Master Luo... Fan Tuan's eyes darkened slightly.

Old fox.

Seeing that Fan Tuan's expression improved, Brother Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, put the banknotes back into the box, sealed it and handed it to Fan Tuan, smiling: "Sister Jackdaw must have thought of it, this store belongs to Mr. Luo, I just

He's a gigolo in name only."

"Master Luo means that there will be a fuss in the first scene."

Fan Tuan picked up Pei's suitcase with a cold face: "You don't need to tell him, that's what I meant."

Brother Xiao clapped his hands and laughed.

The Jackdaw has been missing for two years and suddenly returns underground. There will definitely be trouble! Neither he nor Mr. Luo wants to use the power of the Jackdaw to tell the group of people that there are some things they cannot move!

"After the first game, Mr. Luo will meet you in person and discuss the price of the next game with you."

Fan Tuan didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

Brother Xiao slapped his forehead: "Oh, look at my brain, wait a minute." He kicked the younger brother in the face, "Go find a bartender and make a drink for Sister Jackdaw!"

The younger brother responded quickly and ran out staggeringly.

"Sister Jackdaw, dead gun or living gun?" Brother Xiao asked with a smile.

Fan Tuan sneered in his heart. On the surface, he believed it and gave him the money, but he was still testing everything.

"Death Gun." She sat on the sofa with her suitcase at her feet, "I want three stabs."

Brother Xiao's face was rosy and he quickly said hello. His eyes that had just been narrowed were more sincere and less provocative.

This is a slang term that only people in their profession understand. Before entering the ring, you have to drink "gun", a strong concoction, to get a good start.

The difference between a dead gun and a living gun refers to the addition of ingredients. Most people can't drink a dead gun, they can only drink a living gun.

But these people are different. They generally choose to add ingredients to show their determination and bravery.

Three thorns refers to adding three times the ingredients.

This is indeed Jackdaw's habit, and few people know about it, but Lord Luo is Lord Luo after all, and he has connections.

It seems certain that the little girl in front of me is indeed a jackdaw.

There are very few people who have seen the true face of Jackdaw, even Mr. Luo couldn't find one, so we can only rely on this method to identify it.

Soon, the boy came back, followed by a bartender, pushing a small cart containing bartending tools.

"How do you find a chick?" Brother Xiao frowned and kicked him over.

The younger brother made a sad face: "Wang Li is not here today, he is the only one who knows how to do it. He has been working for more than a year, so he is no longer a young man."

Fan Tuan raised his eyes, paused for a moment, and then looked away.

However, her heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

She used a wig to change her hair color, put on makeup to change her facial features, wore contact lenses to change her eye color, and even wore height-increasing insoles to change her height.

But disguise is just disguise. After all, it is not the disguise technique in the novel. If an acquaintance is standing in front of you, there is still a possibility of being discovered!

What's more, it was an acquaintance who had just given her three hours of tutoring!

She kept her breathing steady and leaned against the back of the sofa pretending not to care, but she did not dare to completely relax her back. She kept glancing in the direction of the door from the corner of her eye.

Why is Guo Qianfan here? He has been working as a bartender here for a year?

Will he recognize her and reveal her identity? Or is he already one of Brother Xiao's and deliberately exposed her disguise?

"What Sister Jackdaw wants is the Death Gun, three thorns." Brother Xiao also sat down, picked up his unfinished cigar and continued to smoke, raising his chin and rushing past Qian Fan and said.

Guo Qianfan looked calm and was wearing a bartender's uniform. He nodded slightly and began to prepare the death gun.

During the whole process, he didn't even look at Fan Tuan, not even a superfluous expression, as if he couldn't see Fan Tuan.

There was a hairband on his forehead, which made him look much more mature. There was a black ear clip on his earlobe, which glowed under the lamp and trembled slightly with his movements.

Like Fan Tuan, he does not look like a high school student at this moment, but looks like he has just graduated from college. I am afraid he also lied about his age to stay here to work.

"Qiang" is a drinking method they only have underground, so not many people know how to mix it, but Guo Qianfan is obviously one of them.

His hands were flying rapidly, and the cocktail shaker turned into an afterimage in his hands. His slender fingers were gliding through the air, and every movement was extremely natural and elegant.

Soon, a glass of Death Gun was prepared, and he handed it to Fan Tuan with both hands. His eyes were always staring at the wine glass respectfully. Even if he moved up a little to be able to look at her, he never looked at her.

Fan Tuan took the wine glass, raised her head and drank it down in one gulp. The spiciness of the wine exploded in her mouth, but she didn't feel any emotion on the surface. She even licked the corners of her lips with unsatisfied thoughts.

Brother Xiao stared at Fan Tuan's face and tripled the amount of food. It was not something that ordinary people could endure. If Fan Tuan showed even the slightest hint of something wrong, he would immediately deal with her.

But no, Fan Tuan smashed the glass on the ground. The glass broke into several pieces. She crushed it with her foot and whistled.

This is a gun-drinking ceremony, and no one else will know.

At this point, Brother Xiao finally felt relieved and was sure that the little girl in front of him was the one they were looking for.

"Where will Sister Jackdaw live this month? Do you need me to arrange it?" Brother Xiao said flatteringly, bowing his waist.

Fan Tuan waved his hand: "No, I have friends here."

With that said, she stood up, picked up her suitcase, and was about to leave, but she stopped and turned back: "Are you sure Sauron will come?"

Brother Xiao nodded quickly: "I'm sure! If Sauron hadn't come, I wouldn't have asked you to come out!"

Fan Tuan nodded, turned around and left without responding.

[Holy crap, what kind of character is Tuanzi! I thought this was a campus love story, how come it turned into a martial arts movie?!]

[I remembered, the original book said mosaic...mosaic...couldn't it be this one!]

Fan Tuan knows that the mosaic part is part of the main plot, and she cannot see these contents before purchasing the original work.

But she has no points.

She is not like Du Qinglan, who constantly interacts with the comment area to get rewards, and she is not like Pei Annan, who will act according to the suggestions in the comment area. In addition, the plot has just begun, and everyone who comes to watch is staying on the sidelines, and no one is giving her rewards.

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But she didn't care, because she didn't care about the original plot at all. She didn't even ask the system about the main plot.

In the dark alley, the old light bulbs flickered stubbornly, and when the wind blew, they raised a shadow.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer, and just when the figure missed him, Fan Tuan rushed forward, hooked his forearm around his neck, and dragged him into the darkness with a strong force.

Guo Qianfan's back hit the red brick wall, and the gravel stung him painfully.

His hands were tightly grasped by Fan Tuan, and they were pressed against the wall. His neck was pressed against her forearm, and his bones pressed against his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Who are you?" Fan Tuan's voice sounded particularly cold in the quiet alley, with a hint of cruelty.

Guo Qianfan smiled: "Does the wine I mixed taste good?"

Fan Tuan's face turned darker when he heard this.

That cup of triple-added Death Gun tastes wrong at all! It smells exactly like Death Gun, but only those who drink it know that the alcohol is very little and the taste is no different from the fruit wine sold outside.

She pressed her forearm against Guo Qianfan's throat harder, causing his face to turn red and his throat to become hoarse.

"I ask again, who are you?"

Guo Qianfan's eyes were bloodshot, and veins appeared on his forehead. He looked deeply at Fan Tuan, and after a long time he said, "I am Duan Hui."

Duan Hui?!

Fan Tuan let go of his hands and subconsciously took a step back. However, his foot stepped on a glass bottle on the ground and he fell backwards.
Chapter completed!