One of the two people sitting opposite Ma San looked at a man in his thirties. After listening to Ma San's story, he asked, "Are you sure you don't know that man?"
"I really don't know him. This is the first time I saw him in the market."
Ma San still didn't tell the truth, and he didn't dare to tell the truth. The blanket he sold last time was from him, and they didn't know it.
If he dares to speak out, then fine, he won't even think about going out again.
To put it bluntly, that guy is a risk-taker, and he is frightened by the murderous aura in his body. If he really confesses and goes out, he will stay at home and not come out from now on.
"You haven't met him, how could he know about you, and also know that he can get things from you."
"I estimate that he frequents other markets and is very familiar with this business. He knows that if he wants to buy those things, he must find people like us."
Just carry it to death, I just can't tell you the truth.
The person who asked this question was obviously not that easy to fool. He didn't believe this nonsense. He knew that people like Ma San would never shed tears before seeing the coffin.
"Ha~ Never seen him before? How come he knows your name as soon as he comes up?"
"Uh..." Ma San was at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain.
"Our comrade said that this person called you by your name as soon as he saw you. Please give me a reasonable explanation."
"Captain Liang, I swear to God, I really don't know that person. I've never seen him. As for how he knows my name, I can't tell you. There are many people who know me in the market.
Maybe you learned about it from someone else. We have been working together for such a long time, so you don’t trust me so much?”
"Trust?" The man known as Captain Liang sneered: "You still want me to trust you? Then tell me first where the watch ticket sold the night before yesterday came from."
Fuck
Ma San was shocked when he heard that. Damn it, one of those little brothers must have betrayed him. Otherwise, why would these people know about this?
However, Captain Liang also understands that if you want the horse to run, you must feed the horse some grass and not push it too hastily.
"Okay Ma San, let's not talk about the past. Please describe to me carefully what that person looks like."
"Appearance? Captain Liang, your comrade should have told you that I really can't see his appearance. He is covered tightly by a big mask, wearing a pair of glasses, a hat on his head, and even his hair."
I can't see it, and the accent is very strange. I can't tell where he is from, but he is definitely not someone who grew up in Sijiu City.
As for the other things? Oh, by the way, he is almost a head taller than me, at least 1.8 meters. As for his body shape, you can’t tell because the clothes he wears are all loose. I really don’t know anything else.
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Also, he has a gun. After knocking your comrade unconscious last night, he put the gun against my waist when he came back."
"Did you see clearly what gun it was?"
"No, it was so dark. I was still sitting on the ground at that time, and I didn't dare to look down at all."
"In other words, it doesn't necessarily matter if it's a gun, right?"
"Captain Liang, I wonder if it wasn't a gun, why did he buy so many bullets?"
His question stopped the man in his tracks, and after a while he nodded thoughtfully.
"Think about it again and see if there is anything left unsaid and if there is anything that needs to be added."
"There is really no Captain Liang anymore. I have said everything that needs to be said. You can also ask your comrade. He also paid attention to that person at that time."
"Is the tea seller at the market last night your brother?" Captain Liang suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"Selling tea? What kind of tea?" Ma San looked at the person sitting behind the desk opposite with a blank expression.
He really didn't know that there were tea sellers in the market. Last night, he only did Li Heng's business, and he didn't even go to the market.
Captain Liang saw that he seemed to be unaware of the situation, so he waved his hand and motioned to the people standing at the door to take Ma San down.
"Okay, let's take him down first."
"Captain Liang, when can you let me out? I have already told everything I know." Ma San asked with tears in his eyes when he heard that he was about to be taken down.
He was in a bad mood today. Not only did he not make any money, but he was also involved in a lot of lawsuits. On one side was a boss who might lose his life, and on the other side was the Iron Fist department. He didn't dare to offend anyone. It was really a rat in the bellows.
Both sides are angry.
Am I not just trying to earn two cents to spend, but I have to suffer this kind of foreign crime?
"I will naturally let you out when it's time to let you out. Go down first."
As Ma San was being taken away, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He did not tell anyone about the man's continued purchase of meat tickets.
These people want to bring in all the people who buy and sell bills. Although he has cooperated with these people, he still has to live and make money. Otherwise, he has no education and no job, and he will just be idle every day.
Are you waiting to drink the northwest wind?
I can hide it for a day.
In fact, subconsciously, he was still frightened by Li Heng and Li Heng this morning. Not everyone could face it calmly when he was held at gunpoint. He was just a gangster at the lowest level, not one of those desperadoes.
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Li Heng waited for the stationmaster to go out with the meat tickets, and then sat there and thought about it carefully.
See if there are any loopholes in himself. The good days have just begun and he doesn't want it to end so soon.
After thinking carefully for a long time, he could be sure that there was nothing wrong with him, whether it was his appearance or his voice.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved. At worst, he would not go to the market recently. When he really wanted to go, he would find another market and stop dealing with the dealers. He might as well just take the coarse grains and exchange them for some fine grains.
By the way, that big mask can't be worn anymore. He said it looked strange, but he was actually quite offended. At least he had never seen anyone wearing a mask in the market.
"Er Heng, here, here is five yuan, the ticket price." The webmaster walked in from outside and directly placed a five yuan note on Li Heng's desk.
"It's too much. I only paid four yuan for that ticket."
He didn't ask for much, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the stationmaster.
"Take it, stationmaster, I just want to help everyone improve their food and improve myself at the same time. I don't intend to make money from this. If you give me more money, aren't you a slap in the face?"
"Haha, okay, I'll take it and put it back to the finance department later." Lao Zhang thought for a moment and took it with a smile.
"Er Heng, remember what I said. Don't go to the market to collect tickets like this on a large scale in the future. It will be very troublesome if you are really caught. The office will definitely not come out to bail you out."
"Okay, I remember the webmaster. Just this time, I will definitely not go back in the future."
"Well, you can go to the market, and there's nothing wrong with buying some things you need at home. No one cares about this. Those people mainly check the sales tickets."