Liu Dan asked Jiang Ce at the door: "Hey, handsome boy, is there a place here where you can smoke? It's suffocating me to death."
When the wounded uncle inside heard the word "smoking", his body that had just been lying down immediately got up and hurried out.
Jiang Ce pointed outside: "There is a smoking room in the corner over there."
"Hey, uncle, have you bandaged it yet?"
The uncle smiled and said: "Ahem, it's nothing serious. Just pay for it and go. Hurry up and find a place to smoke. This is really suffocating me. Hey, little brother, are you coming together?"
Liu Dan was overjoyed: "Hey, I can't find anyone to smoke with. As I walk, I have cigarettes and fire."
The two smokers happily headed to the smoking area.
Jiang Ce put the list on the uncle's bedside, and he had no intention of following along.
After all, the uncle already knew that he knew Boss Zhao. If he really wanted to get the truth out of him, it would not be easy.
Liu Dan took the middle-aged uncle to the smoking area with a smile.
In fact, in a small place between the hospital area and the parking lot, there is an outdoor open space with a trash can full of cigarette butts.
It's clear that it's for smokers.
They saw a few groups of smokers in twos and threes in the distance, puffing away smoke.
Liu Dan smiled and said: "I didn't expect there are so many smokers."
The middle-aged uncle couldn't bear it for a long time. He was hit, the ambulance was sent to him, he was examined, and bandaged. Until now, at least several hours have passed.
How could a smoker like him endure it for so long?
His eyes were wide open, and his throat had begun to swallow saliva.
Liu Dan quickly took out Huazi and lit one for him. After all, he also had one hand bandaged, which was not convenient.
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up: "Hey, little brother, it's such a good smoke. You're doing well."
Liu Dan lit one for himself nonchalantly: "Well, just average, third in the country. I just ordered a big one and got a few from others."
The big man took a long puff of cigarette and blew out the smoke ring with satisfaction. He smoked the cigarette so hard that almost a quarter of it was burned, which showed how hard he had been holding it in during this period.
The smoke went down the throat and directly reached the lungs, swirled around inside, and was spit out from the nose again, making the middle-aged man's eyes narrow in comfort.
"It's a good smoke, it's very energetic. Hey, little brother, what did you just say? I got a single big one? What do you mean?"
Liu Dan looked around and saw that there was no one around. He pulled the middle-aged uncle and lowered his voice: "Don't you understand the big deal I'm talking about? Hey, it's just a touch of porcelain."
The uncle's eyes flickered and he looked around to see if there was no one around.
He looked Liu Dan up and down. Liu Dan had a smile on his face and exuded the temperament of a street gangster. In this regard, Lao Jiang was incomparable.
"What did you touch? A person or a car?"
"Of course it's a car. What will happen if it hits someone?" Liu Dan was smoking a cigarette with his eyebrows enraptured.
"Really? It doesn't look like you are injured, right?" the middle-aged man asked suspiciously.
Liu Dan patted his thigh, and then patted a pile of charge sheets he didn't know where he got from behind his butt pocket: "The collision with the car must have been on my leg. Besides, I've been here for more than a week, and everything is fine today.
I’ve been discharged from the hospital. Anyway, I’ve got all the money and stuff. I think it’s almost done, so I’m ready to go out and find another home.”
The middle-aged man sighed: "Young man, I really didn't realize that you are still a good player. So tell me, how did you do that? How much did you lose?"
This is the key.
"I didn't have much money, so I paid for some medical expenses, plus loss expenses, lost work expenses, etc. Oh, and I also got a few good cigarettes and some good wine. The money is only about 20,000 yuan."
The big man's eyes widened.
Liu Dan looked at Liu Dan in disbelief. This young man, this little smoker, was actually a professional porcelain dealer?
"Say, young man, aren't you afraid that if you lose your hand, you will really break your leg?"
While the big man was smoking, he looked at Liu Dan curiously.
Liu Dan was happy: "Uncle, I look at your body and your injury. It must be the first time you have been treated like this, right? Otherwise, the injury wouldn't be so serious. But if you are seriously injured, you may have to pay more. That's it.
If you are not professional, it is easy to really hurt your body. That is the cost of eating, so you have to be careful."
There was a voice recorder in Liu Dan's pocket, and he had already opened it when he was touching the cigarette.
The big man looked at Liu Dan in disbelief: "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Hey, in our industry, the only way to get started is to make people look seriously injured on the surface. Others are just superficial injuries and will not hurt the roots. Looking at you like this, you almost broke your bones, right? Your level is too low."
The middle-aged man had already finished smoking one and immediately took another.
"Little brother, you are very powerful. Then tell me, how come the injury is not serious? How can you compensate more?"
"Let me tell you this, we are specifically looking for high-end luxury cars. Why, it looks like they have money at first glance. And it also depends on the owner of the car. You can't find someone who drives like a novice. Then it may really be a direct mistake.
If you encounter a disabled person, the gain outweighs the loss."
The big man was dumbfounded when he heard these professional details.
"The most important thing is, you must not look for a car that is too fast. Look for one that starts accidentally and can stop immediately. And you can't let it hit you in the front..."
"Anyway, uncle, I see your body and this injury must be your first time. It's not your first time. I'll give you a bag of Chinese seeds."
The big man gave him a lot of talk and almost became confused.
I began to reflect on whether my injury was too serious. What should I do to make it look like the injury was serious, but my body was really fine and I could make more money.
"Young man, you are so young, why are you so powerful?"
Liu Dan blew out a puff of smoke with a smile on his face: "Uncle, thieves have their own ways, and heroes have their own ways of being a chivalrous person. If you do it, you will be the number one scholar."
"In your profession, you don't even get a job. Let me tell you, if you want to start work in the future, call me and I will give you treatment. I will make sure that you are not seriously injured and you can make more money. You said that we outsiders don't want to
How can we make more money and live? Right?
The most comfortable time I had was when I met a rich man. He was in a hurry and just threw a dozen dollars to me. I didn’t even have to go to the hospital. I found a small clinic to bandage it and give me some medicine. Look at you.
, you lost a lot of blood, right? You still have to make up for it, it’s a huge loss.”
The street gangster's advantage in multi-faceted knowledge suddenly came to light.
"Hey, uncle, how did you get injured? Tell me. If there is another chance, I will teach you how to do it. It seems that the person who helped you did it is not professional."
Liu Dan lowered his voice and said.
Through the channel of cigarettes, the distance between the two people was naturally brought closer.
After all, they were all outsiders, and Liu Dan's talent and knowledge were crushed, and the big man immediately regarded him as a god.
"This is what happened. Little brother, listen to me and tell you slowly."
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