"Mr. Feng? Mr. Feng Jiqi, who is behind the bridge?"

"That's right, it's Mr. Feng, but Mr. Feng no longer lives in Beibei Bridge anymore, he has moved to Xishi Road."

"Since it was introduced by Mr. Feng, he was his own person. Is there anything wrong with Brother Shen?"

"The phone is not very convenient. I am now staying with my friend at the Tyumen Hotel on Gaoen Road. There is a Qingda Teahouse nearby. If Boss Fan is convenient, he can come here to meet him."

"Okay, when?"

"Two hours later? How?"

"Can."

...

After hanging up the phone, Pan Qingji frowned slightly.

He lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought.

"Shopkeeper Pan, come a box of Marlboro."

"Okay." Pan Qingji smiled and hurriedly brought cigarettes to the guests.

"What's wrong with Manager Pan? He was frowning."

"To settle the accounts, this business is getting harder and harder." Pan Qingji said with a wry smile, "This day is getting harder and harder."

"The world is not good, what can I do?" The customer opened the cigarette box, bit the cigarette roll in his mouth, rubbed a foreign fire in the Japanese miscellaneous store, lit the cigarette roll, waved his hand and walked away.

"Xiaomi, Xiaomi." Pan Qingji shouted.

"Shopkeeper, call me." A teenager in his teenage years old ran from the backyard, his hands were wet, and he was wiping his body randomly.

"Look at it, I'll go out."

“Hey.”

...

Glock Road, Huiming Bookstore.

The phone rings suddenly rang.

The owner with two chess pieces in his hand picked up the phone and microphone.

"Who?"

"Is it Huiming Bookstore on Glock Road?" Wang Hengyi asked.

"It's Huiming Bookstore."

"I am Zhao Simin from the Fish Bridge Wharf. I'm looking for Boss Fang to send him fish."

"You called the wrong one." The shopkeeper frowned, "There is no boss Fang here."

At this moment, the young man who had just recruited in the bookstore heard this and quickly said, "Boss, you're not calling it wrong, you're not calling it wrong."

"Please wait." The shopkeeper covered the microphone and looked at the young man, "What's going on?"

"When you were away in the morning, a guest named Fang said that he had a friend and had something to look for him, and he happened to live nearby, so he left our address." The guy said.

"My brain is gone." The shopkeeper frowned, "It's plain..."

"That Mr. Fang bought two books." The young man said quickly.

"I know." The shopkeeper's brows stretched, and he said to the phone, "That's right, there is a Mr. Fang, but he is not here now. Is there anything you have to do?"

Not here?

Wang Hengyi on the other end of the phone was a little surprised.

"Did Mr. Fang say anything?" he asked.

The shopkeeper glanced at the guy and simply gave the phone to the guy, and went to work hard.

"Mr. Fang said, if you have something to do, he will contact you." The young man glanced at the shopkeeper and suddenly lowered his voice, "Is it Mr. Zhao Simin from the Fish Bridge Wharf?"

“That’s right.”

"Team Leader Wang, where are you now?" the young man asked in a low voice, "It's inconvenient to speak just now."

"Gaoen Road, Qiuming Hotel." Wang Hengyi said, "Where is Mr. Sheng? I want to meet Mr. Sheng. Boss Ding asked me to convey Mr. Sheng with a message."

"The specific room of Tyumen Hotel?" the young man wrote in a pencil on the newspaper on the counter and asked in a low voice, "I will tell Chief Sheng."

"Room 301, Zhao Simin." Wang Hengyi said.

"I know, be careful." As he said that, the young man hung up the phone.

...

"Why have you said it for so long?" The shopkeeper saw that the phone had been hung up, then walked over and asked with a frown.

"Mr. Zhao from Hangzhou brought the fish catch to that Mr. Fang." The young man said, "I am a long-winded person. I have to write down all the fish catch and convey it to that Mr. Fang."

The shopkeeper was a little puzzled, and then he took the newspaper and saw that there were many fish names written on it, and there were many tails behind it.

He looked at it and suddenly laughed, "You, you've written all the words wrong."

As he said that, he pointed to the newspaper and said to his guy, "It's snail green. The snails that eat snails are left worms, not dead green."

As he said that, the shopkeeper picked up the pencil and wrote the word "snail" squarely above the newspaper. He still didn't forget to glar at his guy, "We are a bookstore and a place for cultural people. You can't do this. You have to read more."

"Hey, hey, hey." The young man showed a embarrassed expression, "Learn more literacy, read more."

...

After hanging up the phone, Wang Hengyi looked around vigilantly.

Then he went into a tobacco shop and bought a cigarette, a few kilograms of biscuits and three liang of tea. He asked the shop to pack it. He held the cigarette in his armpits and walked back towards the Qiuming Hotel with biscuits and tea leaves in his hand.

There was Qiuming Hotel ahead, but Wang Hengyi saw his subordinate Si Qijun walking from the direction of Fandi Road.

When Si Qijun approached, Wang Hengyi saw Si Qijun holding several food boxes in his net bag.

"Where did you go?" Wang Hengyi couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Boss." Si Qijun saw Wang Hengyi and quickly came forward.

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