Fangzheng looked at Gao Shuhua: "When are you going to do it?"
Gao Shuhua: "If you have time, do it tonight."
Fangzheng was taken aback: "In such a hurry?"
Gao Shuhua: "It's not easy to find clues this time, I don't want to have long nights and dreams."
Fangzheng could understand, so he nodded and said, "I'm just asking casually. I have no problem here, but I need to find a helper."
Gao Shuhua frowned slightly: "I don't like it to be too ostentatious. The more people there are, the easier it is for bad things to happen."
Fangzheng gave a reassuring look and said, "Don't worry, you've seen this person before."
"Just in case the face of the night is in the hands of the lineman, I need to bring my royal clothes hanger to the battle."
Royal clothes hanger
Under Gao Shuhua's suspicious eyes, Fangzheng took out his domestic smart phone and dialed a number: "Old man, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy? Didn't I let you take a paid vacation? Are you still outside?"
"It just so happens that you haven't rested yet. I have an action tonight. I still lack a hanger. I will give you a month's salary as a dividend after the matter is completed."
"What hanger? You must have heard it wrong. I clearly said that there is still a lack of an assistant."
"I'm not talking about you, the old magic stick. You should buy a hearing aid for the elderly. When people get old, it's easy to lose their ears."
Two minutes later, Fangzheng hung up the phone, and then said to Gao Shuhua, wait for me for half an hour, my royal clothes hanger is already on the way.
Seeing that Qian's eyes were wide open, the old god stick had already yelled on the phone that he would come right away when he heard about the dividend.
Gao Shu showed no expression on the screen, and nodded: "Then I'm going to go too, and meet up at the Baita Industrial Park in the north of the city in two hours."
Fangzheng thought for a while and had no opinion, so he nodded.
After talking about some details, Fangzheng sent Gao Shuhua out.
"Don't forget to pay by mobile phone!"
"Must remember!"
Watching Gao Shuhua's leaving back, Fangzheng shouted, and at the same time, there was some eagerness to suppress in his eyes.
No matter how you say it, it is also a painted skin ghost worth a rune.
…
After returning to the store, Fang Zheng immediately began to count the assets that had skyrocketed today.
A total of ten runes were contributed to the former site of the Humanities College next door.
Insert Gao Shu's painting fourteen times, milk to fourteen runes.
A total of twenty-four runes were collected before and after.
Including the original deposit, he now has a total of 28 rune deposits, and he gets excited just thinking about it.
After counting the deposits, by the way, Yiyi carefully placed the handicraft woodcarvings carved by Yiyi in the most conspicuous position for sale. Fang Zheng had just placed the woodcarvings when he noticed a sneaky man on the street.
The other party pulled a passerby, as if he was asking the passerby something, but the passers-by all avoided that person, shook their heads as if they didn't know, and then left in a hurry.
Soon, the man asked questions all the way to the entrance of Fangzheng's shop.
This is a wretched man with small eyes and a slightly pointed mouth.
"You, hello, I just came to work in Zhou City from other places. I was accidentally bitten by a centipede a few days ago, and the wound began to swell immediately. I took medicine and injections in the clinic, but it didn't work. Seeing that there was nothing I could do, I happened to meet I went to an old Taoist priest who drove a Didi Express, and the old Taoist said that what I encountered was a century-old centipede essence, and if I want to cure it, I have to find its natural enemies, so I would like to ask, where is there chicken in Zhou City?"
The small-eyed man asked cautiously, his voice was very low, and he turned his head to look around from time to time, as if he was afraid that passers-by would hear him.
This look of carefully looking around made him even more obscene.
Fangzheng: "..."
The god damn old Taoist priest who drove Didi Express, he couldn't make up such a wonderful picture. This story was made up without even taking care of the logic and the IQ of passers-by.
No wonder it is regarded as a neuropathy by the passers-by around.
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said solemnly: "It depends on whether you want a rooster or a hen?"
"Besides, I think your century-old centipede essence is not easy to cultivate, at least you have to find a century-old chicken essence."
Hearing this, the small-eyed man's eyes lit up. This was the first time he hadn't been rejected by anyone, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Is there a difference between a rooster and a hen?"
"As long as my century-old centipede essence poison can be cured, the rooster and hen don't matter. I don't know if the boss knows where there is a century-old chicken essence. If the century-old chicken essence can't be found, I don't know if the chicken essence of 50 or 60 years is okay?"
Hearing the impatient tone, Fangzheng was so choked that he couldn't breathe: "I'm sorry, I don't need century-old chicken essence, so I don't know where to find century-old chicken essence. You can ask other people to find out where there is century-old chicken essence."
"Thank you boss." The small-eyed man said gratefully.
Then he left the shop, continued to look at his back, and asked passers-by where there was a century-old chicken essence, even fifty or sixty years old.
That wretched back,
It’s as if a passer-by asks: “Do you want a movie? Do you want a movie? The latest uncensored version of the Seven Brothers of Cucurbit Baby Fighting the Snake Demon.”
Fang Zheng had not been waiting for the old god stick for a long time, but the old god stick still drove his 1.4L displacement car, the old Jetta, which was loaned in 24 installments, to the door of the store.
"Little brother, do you want to start now?" The old god stick lowered the car window, still wearing the Taoist robe.
Fangzheng: "I'll lock the door and come right away."
A few minutes later, Fangzheng, who had closed the store door, opened the back seat door, and when he was about to stuff the guitar backpack he was carrying into the back seat of the car, his face froze.
There were already two female passengers in their thirties sitting in the back seat of the car.
"Little brother, let's just squeeze in. Old Daoist, I was running Didi Express just now to earn some living expenses, but my little brother called. I agreed with the two female passengers to give them a free fare and pick up a ride along the way." The old god Sticking his head out of the car window, he kept apologizing to Fangzheng.
Wait a moment!
An old Taoist who drives Didi Express? !
Fangzheng's face darkened. It turned out that what the small-eyed man said was true. An old Taoist priest really came out to run Didi. No wonder the old god stick was very noisy on the phone, and he was probably driving.
Just squeeze and squeeze.
Fang Zheng didn't make things difficult for the old god stick, and the two female passengers didn't have any ideas. They were willing to stop by for free, so how could they refuse.
In the end, Fangzheng sat in the passenger seat, and his guitar backpack was placed in the crowded back row.
And along the way, because of the presence of outsiders, the old magic stick and Fangzheng did not communicate with each other. On the contrary, the two female passengers in the back row, after chatting with Fangzheng for a few words, began to talk about girlfriends on their own.
"Do you know that when a man is hard, you have to be careful?"
The hand of the old god stick holding the steering wheel was visibly stiff, the old god stick and Fangzheng pricked up their ears at the same time, waiting for the answer.
"wing?"
"right."
(end of this chapter)