Zhang Yang walked out without telling her the answer.
The Spring Festival is approaching, and most companies, factories, and institutions have already taken holidays, and the army returning home has begun to move. However, for Zhang Yang, there is basically no holiday left...
First of all, on Qiao Xier's side, the production task of Nanxing 1 is extremely tight. Almost all personnel, including newly recruited staff, are working hard overtime to catch up on the goods, striving to catch up with the production before the end of the year.
Of course, Zhang Yang is not unsophisticated. The Spring Festival is the most traditional festival for Chinese people and a time for family reunion. What Tang Qiqi told him about the left-behind elderly people deeply hurt him. As the boss of the company,
Naturally, he cannot let the elderly of his employees spend the Spring Festival alone.
Therefore, after the generous year-end bonuses were distributed, except for some employees who voluntarily stayed and had no worries at home, most of the other employees, Zhang Yang, who was nearby, had a special car sent home, and Zhang Yang, who was far away, had someone buy it specially for them.
Round-trip train tickets or plane tickets, and even if they are willing, the company has prepared train tickets and plane tickets for their family members.
After the employees have gone on holiday, the Spring Festival is less than a few days away. Except for Yang Jing, Tian Tian, Xu Dantong and Xu Danying, the beauties in the villa are going back to celebrate the Spring Festival. The rest of the beauties except Qiao Xier are still undecided.
Most of them spent the Spring Festival in their villas, which was quite lively.
Xu Danlu and Gao Qi had already bought a lot of new year's goods and were quietly waiting for New Year's Eve to come.
Zhang Yang also prepared things to go to Tujia Village in Sanyan City and Wu Village in Gaodeng City, preparing to help Tang Qiqi fulfill her wish on the 27th and 28th of the New Year.
But just when he was about to leave, he received an inexplicable phone call early on the morning of the 27th.
Zhang Yang originally wanted to hang up directly, but the other party's phone number looked very special. It even had a string of eights on it. This was an awesome number.
As soon as he picked up the call, the other party said it.
"Are you Zhang Yang?" A voice sounded lazy, as weak as a prostitute who had just gotten out of a woman's breasts.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that someone asked me to find you. Do you need something special?"
Do you want special services?" The other party deliberately looked very mysterious and continued to act cute.
Zhang Yang, who was drinking water, squirted out the water in one gulp: "Peat, what time is it now? You asked me early in the morning if I want special service."
I have a lot of beauties here, including one with a hairy one.
Special services.
Zhang Yang hung up the phone without saying anything.
But after a while, the phone call came again, and he cursed directly: "Damn, do you know who I am? When did I call someone in person? I was so angry that I asked for special services... Oh
...No, is it you, a brat who wants that... or something?"
"What the hell?" Zhang Yang concluded that this was a liar. Just as he was about to hang up, the guy on the other end of the phone shouted loudly: "Gun... gun... Damn, don't hang up on me."
"gun?"
"Nonsense. Aren't you going to buy two sniper rifles? Otherwise, what do you think they are?"
"Are you selling guns?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously.
"Yes, yes. Or do you think it's a prostitute? Listen, I'm only going to say it once, at ten o'clock in the morning, Tumen Lane, Zhongshan Road, wait for my call then."
"Wait a minute, how did you know I wanted to buy that, that?"
"Why are you asking so much? Just bring the money."
"How much?"
"It's up to you." The guy said with a very impatient look.
"Where can there be such a thing? What do you mean you have to take care of it?" Zhang Yang was speechless for a while. Does this look like a gun seller? Can you be more serious?
The other party was probably asked by Zhang Yang and felt it was inappropriate, so he said, "Okay, then you can give me 50,000 yuan."
"Can I swipe my card?" Fifty thousand yuan. Although it's not a lot of money, why would Zhang Yang have fifty thousand yuan on his body? Gao Qi does have a lot of money, but she is on duty at a rehabilitation center and he doesn't want to trouble her. He can only.
I went to the bank and looked at the time. The bank wasn't open yet, so I wanted to see if I could swipe my card.
"Plop!" Zhang Yang heard the sound of the other party's butt sitting on the floor for a while, "Damn, arms deal, you think you're buying clothes? You have to pay cash to buy clothes. Is it possible that I still want to pay for it?"
Can I bring you a POS machine to swipe it for you?"
Zhang Yang had no choice but to rush to the bank early in the morning, keep time, withdraw 50,000 yuan in cash, put it in his bag, and drive to Zhongshan Road. As a result, there were too many people and the car could not park at all, so he had to park at Huichen University.
hotel, and then walked for ten minutes before arriving at Tumen Alley.
Zhang Yang was not a fool. This guy selling guns was probably introduced by Aotian's Hundan, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to give such an accurate figure, asking for two guns.
As for where the gun came from, he didn't bother to care, as long as someone sold it.
When he arrived at Tumen Lane, Zhang Yang called the other party, but when he picked up the call, he cursed: "Damn, weren't you waiting for me to call you? Why did you call me yourself?"
"Sir." Zhang Yang looked at the time. Damn it, it was already 10:05. He was not a punctual person to begin with, but the gun seller Hun Dan was even more punctual than him. Didn't he mean
Okay, it's ten o'clock sharp. I know time is precious. I have to go to Sangam City today. "Didn't you say it's ten o'clock sharp?"
"I know, I know, it's so verbose."
The other party immediately hung up the phone, and after about seven or eight minutes, Zhang Yang's phone rang again.
"Hello, where are you?" The lazy voice on the phone rang again.
"Tumen Lane."
"Oh, Tumen Alley is very big, which store are you in?"
Zhang Yang is about to faint. Does this look like an arms seller? And you ask me which store we are in? You made an appointment for this location yourself, okay? You should do what you see on TV, on a moonlit night with high winds and in the dead of night.
, it’s better to find a place where no one knows about Qiao Qiao’s transaction. How can you do this kind of business in such a public square, and it is also the busiest place in Mening, and in the end it is not clear where the transaction place is, damn, too
Outrageous.
But for the sake of those two guns, Zhang Yang endured it and looked up at the facade in front of him. It was a century-old snack shop called Huang Hutchison. He told the lazy arms dealer on the phone.
After hearing this, the other party said, "Wait for me for a while..."
As a result, Zhang Yang had to wait there for more than ten minutes, and even if he walked back and forth three times in Tumen Alley, it wouldn't take ten minutes.
"Hey, are you the one who wants to buy a gun?" When Zhang Yang was looking around, a guy carrying a suitcase and wearing a black jacket looked quite handsome. But no matter how he looked at it, he looked a little bit vulgar and said with a smile.
Standing behind Zhang Yang, a hand was placed on Zhang Yang's shoulder.
And that voice was exactly that lazy guy on the phone.
Zhang Yang was shocked in his heart. His skills were extremely powerful. No one had ever been so close to him before and could not let him know, especially since this guy even put his hand on his shoulder. If the other person was
Killer. Then he would have died here.
Fortunately, it doesn't look like the other party is here to take his life, but what the hell, asking loudly in front of a public square if he is here to buy a gun, is there any difference between this and taking his life?
As soon as he turned around, he wished he could reach out and block this guy's mouth immediately.
"Really?" the guy asked again impatiently.
Zhang Yang looked around. Fortunately, no one noticed them. Even if they did, they would probably think they were two lunatics. Is there anyone buying and selling guns like this?
"Huh? Were you introduced by Aotian?" Zhang Yang asked in a low voice.
"Aotian? Are you talking about that pretentious Xia? I don't know him."
"You don't know him, how can you sell me..." Zhang Yang reached out and poked the box in the guy's hand. He blinked, "That thing?"
"Nonsense, someone just needs an introduction. Why are you asking so much?" The lazy guy put the box on the ground. It looked quite heavy. He stretched out his hand and shook his elbow, which looked a little sore.
"Did you bring the money?"
"Brought it!"
"Pay one hand and deliver the goods!"
"Wait a minute, how do I know if what you put in this box is what I want?" Zhang Yang was speechless for a while. Where can there be such a deal? You just picked up a box and sold arms. Who knew what you had in it?
Is it a brick?
"You can open it and take a look."
Zhang Yang looked at the people coming and going around him and asked, "Are you looking for death?" He couldn't help but frowned and asked him: "What's your... name?"
"Hey, do you know the rules of this business? There is no way to ask the name of the person selling the gun. If you call the police, wouldn't it be the end of me?"
Zhang Yang was speechless. I bought a gun. As for reporting you to the police? Besides, you just bought two guns or bricks that I didn’t know were real or fake and sold them to me, and you still refused to tell me.
How can I verify my name with Aotian?
"Forget it, if you don't tell me your name, the deal will be canceled today." Zhang Yang thought to himself, although fifty thousand yuan is a small thing, it would be too shameful to be deceived into buying a box of bricks.
"Okay, okay, I'm telling you, my surname is Wang, you can just call me Handsome Wang."
Zhang Yang glanced at him, still feeling a little puzzled, so he said hello to the wretched handsome guy, hid aside and called Aotian.
Aotian was obviously still sleeping. After receiving the call from Zhang Yang, he was very impatient, but still reluctantly asked him: "What are you doing? It's almost the Chinese New Year and I don't want anyone to have a good sleep."
"Do you know a guy named Handsome King?"
"do not know!"
Aotian said simply.
"Damn, I was almost fooled. There was a guy named Handsome Wang..." Zhang Yang lowered his voice and said, "He said he wanted to sell me two guns...I'm going to scold him and tell him to get out."
"Hey...wait a minute, selling you a gun? Handsome guy Wang, scolded the guy next door, Wang Xiao...Oh, shit, I just sold you a gun today? Damn, this soul is weak...Okay, I understand, you can figure it out.
Well, I don’t know anything about this matter anyway.” Aotian’s tone over there sounded furious, as if he really knew this person named Wang.
And the guy selling the gun is not fake either.
"By the way, it's the end of the year, and I've received a lot of rumors that rats are coming out of their holes, so be careful." Aotian muttered another sentence before hanging up the phone, followed by a three-character sutra.
"The delivery of the peat was delayed for seven days. Such a dull soul..."
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