Ye Qianqian couldn't help but look at the policewoman: "Where did he go?"
The policewoman couldn't answer, she looked at Ye Qianqian and smiled.
Ye Qianqian's heart suddenly sank.
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Cannes is an old city with many streets and alleys, and various small paths in the urban villages.
On the street of time-honored brands, there is a small road called Songyun South Street.
Shen Zhilie followed the navigation and walked over. After looking for a while, he saw a chess stall.
A few old men with gray hair were sitting there, with a big parasol above their heads and an old man riding a bicycle next to them.
The five old men all looked to be in their fifties or sixties. Some were wearing sweatshirts and holding fans, sitting with their legs apart to enjoy the cool air, while others were playing chess.
"Paowa, eat you!"
The old man's voice was old and energetic, with an excited smile.
Shen Zhilie walked forward and took a look.
To one of the old men, he whispered, "Buy."
The old man's smile froze slightly, then he looked away at Shen Zhilie and sized him up.
Shen Zhilie had red lips and a fair complexion. Although his eye circles were a little dark, they were not dark enough to cause him to do business.
I guess it’s not a transaction.
The old man knew what was going on, so he pretended not to know and asked, "What is it?"
"Trade." Shen Zhilie repeated, picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to a newly added friend.
Soon, a call came in on the phone.
Shen Zhilie picked up the phone and handed it to the old man.
The gangster was obviously very familiar with the old man. The old man looked at him with a scrutinizing look, and then said something on the phone. After a few "hmms" and "ohs", the old man tapped inside with his fan, typed a few words on WeChat and sent them out before returning the phone to Shen Zhilie.
Shen Zhilie understood, put his phone in his pocket, and walked in step by step.
There were a lot of people living inside, and there were children running and playing at the door.
Shen Zhilie walked inside and saw a child. He asked, "Little friend, are there any adults here?"
The child was not afraid of strangers and pointed behind him with a naive smile.
Shen Zhilie walked in and immediately saw an open door.
Walking in, a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her thirties or forties, with dark skin and her hair tied up, looked at Shen Zhilie and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Trade." Shen Zhilie repeated.
The woman asked, "Who wants it?"
"he."
Shen Zhilie took out his cell phone and showed her his WeChat.
On WeChat was the page where the old man had just sent the message. The woman looked at it and said, "Five thousand."
Shen Zhilie had no idea about this, but he did bring a lot of money.
After hearing this, he took out the money, counted out five thousand yuan and handed it to her.
After verifying the authenticity, the woman took out a small white bag the size of two fingers from the compartment of the table.
"That's all?"
Shen Zhilie looked at it and frowned.
The woman sneered, "Is this your first time buying this? You'll be familiar with it after buying it a few times. Go away and be careful when you walk."
Such a bad attitude
Shen Zhilie still didn't say anything. He put the things in his pocket and walked out.
Before I even left the alley, I received another strange phone call, again from a landline.
Shen Zhilie was no longer surprised by the man looking for a landline to call him.
As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard that unpleasant voice: "Come out."
"Out."
"Turn left."
(End of this chapter)