The woman in the cheongsam got up and sent Zhang Heng out of the screening room, all the way to the corridor.
And just at the end, the door of VIP hall 6 opened at this time, but it was not the old man Geng who came out first, but a middle-aged man in his forties. His figure was not particularly tall, only about 1.7 meters , half a head shorter than Zhang Heng, but definitely not the kind of person you would ignore him just because of his size.
Whether it's the long scar on his face or the two missing fingers on his right hand, they all tell the various stories he has experienced, and unlike others, in today's mechanical prosthetics have been extremely developed, He still retains his physical defects.
If it was an ordinary person, it might be because he had no money to replace his prosthetic limbs, but Zhang Heng had already guessed the identity of the other party. As the uncrowned king of a layer of space, obviously he would not have any financial troubles.
And when Zhang Heng was looking at the short man opposite, the latter was also looking at him.
When he saw the cheongsam girl and Zhang Heng coming out of the screening room together, he seemed a little surprised, but soon thought of something, reached out his hand, and said with a smile, "Ah, you are the bodyguard, right? The owner here, everyone calls me Mr. G."
Zhang Heng shook hands with Mr. G.
At this time, old man Geng also came out from behind. He no longer felt the tension he had before, and muttered, "I'm at a loss this time. I knew you and your people were so polite and polite. I won't spend a lot of money on bodyguards."
Mr. G was noncommittal when he heard the words, "Danger will never come when you are ready, and the meaning of the existence of bodyguards is not just to provide help when danger occurs. Their existence can eliminate many dangers. It can be seen that The bodyguard you hired is a very capable person, I can guarantee that no matter how much you spend to hire him, you won't suffer a loss."
"Him?" Old Man Geng said angrily, "It may be okay to deal with the two stupid students on the third floor, but if your people didn't show up in time, we might be robbed by those gangsters in front of the station."
"Oh, it seems that I haven't introduced you yet." Mr. G stretched out a hand, and the cheongsam woman put her good hand into his hand.
"The person who picks you up here is called F, my fiancée, but she doesn't like introducing herself very much, so I'll do the part for you. Mr. G and Miss F, I guess we're a good match for these two weirdos Yes." Mr. G joked.
"Are you engaged? Congratulations, you two are a match made in heaven." Old man Geng said so, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. Although Mr. G was a little short in height, he didn't chase women by his height. People, as the actual ruler of the first floor, there is no shortage of women around him, and there are no beautiful women in his position. Although this Miss F is outstanding in temperament, she is still a bit poor in appearance.
Since ancient times, a hero deserves a beauty. Mr. G is a hero without any problems, but Miss F is a beauty.
But seeing that the two parties involved seem to be quite satisfied with their significant other, the old man Geng naturally wouldn't eat carrots and worry about giving people blind counselors about their relationship problems. He glanced at Zhang Heng and said, "Let's go, don't you Are you still in a hurry to go home?"
"Then I'll ask f to take you to the station." Mr. G said.
"No, no, I'm old, but I'm not so old that I can't even remember the way. Let's go back by ourselves, and I won't bother you and your wife."
Old man Geng was already walking towards the security gate while talking, but just when Zhang Heng was about to follow, he heard the cheongsam woman say again, "Wait, I have a gift for you."
The old man Geng in front stopped when he heard the words, with a look of flattery, "You don't have to be so polite, I'm just a middleman in charge of making connections."
"I'm not talking about you." Miss F looked at Zhang Heng and repeated, "I have a present for you."
Zhang Heng looked at Mr. G, who shrugged, "You'd better accept her gift, because no one here, including me, can refuse her."
However, Zhang Heng nodded afterwards not because of Mr. G's half-threatening and half-joking words, but because of the faint kindness he felt from Miss F when he was in the screening room.
After Miss F finished speaking, she turned and walked to another room. After a while, she came out of the room and put the thing in Zhang Heng's hand, "Here."
Mr. G raised his eyebrows, "Oh, golden hamster, isn't this little thing cute? It's easy to keep as a pet, it doesn't take up much space, just feed it."
Old man Geng was a bit confused. He didn't know what Miss F's gift meant. The opposite side was also the emperor of the first floor. He probably had a lot of rare weapons, mechanical prosthetics and so on. Even if these things were reluctant to give away, just give some credits What's more in line with their identities, but in the end they took out a hamster? But Zhang Heng doesn't look like a person who likes raising small animals.
Zhang Heng was also a little surprised, but still took the mouse cage from Miss F, and said at the same time, "Thank you."
Then Ms. F stopped talking, and stood quietly beside Mr. G, and Zhang Heng also caught up with the old man Geng in front of him with the newly acquired hamster. The bodyguard took off the shielding bracelet he was wearing, returned it to the opposite side, and then walked downstairs along the iron ladder.
When he came outside the theater, old man Geng finally let out a long sigh of relief. He looked in a good mood, and he didn't bother about paying Zhang Heng ten shellac records in vain. He even proposed to find someone nearby. place to have a drink, but then dismissed the idea and decided to go back to the third floor early.
Of course, Zhang Heng had no objection to this, so the two walked to the stop of the central shuttle along the way they came.
It was already past the rush hour for getting off work, and there were a lot fewer people on the road.
The two walked through a quiet street, while old man Geng was still complaining that the moon on the first floor was too perfunctory, but at this moment Zhang Heng suddenly stopped in his tracks and reached out to stop old man Geng.
"Why?" Geng old man still looked a little dazed.
Zhang Heng had already spoken again, and asked, "What are the consequences of killing people on the first floor?"
"Consequences? What do you mean, who are you going to kill?" Before he finished speaking, he saw two teenagers playing skateboards not far away. They suddenly stopped the skateboards at their feet, then reached into their pockets and took them out. With a pistol, he walked towards the two of them.
"Are they coming for me?" Old Geng's hairs stood on end when he saw this.
"Otherwise, could it be that they came to look for me?" Zhang Heng said lightly.