"Old guy, look at what this is. It should be this. I've got the stuff for you. The rest is up to you. Don't bother me again!"
Zhang Feng took a photo of the number on Snyder's back and sent it to the old beggar.
"Wait a minute!" the old beggar said in a deep voice. His mobile phone was disconnected. The old beggar looked at the numbers and exclaimed: "This is the password of the Swiss bank safe. It's the arrangement of numbers from a long time ago. Xiaofeng, it must be Keep an eye on him, someone is paying attention to this matter, and only he can open the safe!"
The last words Zhang Feng said just now were in vain, 'Don't bother me again? ',is it possible
The old beggar's next sentence put Zhang Feng in trouble.
"Besides, a big living person can't tie him up, right?" Zhang Feng said, "Is there anything else?"
"Go get this safe!"
"Say it again!"
Zhang Feng put away his cell phone, and then said to Zhuo Chaoyun: "That's the password to the bank safe, and you have to have Snyder to get it!"
"That's more troublesome. Snyder probably won't listen to us!" Zhuo Chaoyun said: "He doesn't know the secrets about himself yet. If he knows, he will definitely have other ideas!"
"Look again!"
Zhang Feng has not thought of a good way yet. This Snyder looks silly, but once he wakes up, it is difficult to control him.
The least ideal method is to use force, put a knife on his neck, and wipe his neck if he doesn't comply.
But Zhang Feng didn't want such a result the last thing. Snyder was very uncertain. If he fought him to the death, he wouldn't obey even to the death.
Zhang Feng has no choice. The loss will be even greater by then. Now he is the only clue. As long as he can get the contents of the safe, he can go to the ancient tomb.
what to do
Zhang Feng went outside to smoke. When he had no other choice, Zhang Feng smoked one cigarette after another. Zhuo Chaoyun looked distressed but didn't know what to do. Let him go.
Men smoke, what can women do
In fact, you can do two things, one is to help him light a cigarette, and the other is to give him a glass of warm water after smoking.
This is what smart women do, but what about stupid women? There is no need to say more, everyone knows it.
Zhuo Chaoyun is doing nothing now.
…
"Maybe get him over to your side and give him money!"
"That's not right. Maybe he doesn't like money? There are such people in this world!"
"What is his weakness? Or what is he most fond of? What is he most wanted?"
Zhang Feng was thinking about these problems, which must be solved today
Got him.
Back in the ward, Snyder had already rested. Zhang Feng was sitting here playing with his mobile phone, pretending to care about him.
He was picked up and raised since he was a child. What is he missing? Love, lack of love.
Give him love, give him friendship, and he will give you everything in return.
…
The old beggar sent the photo given by Zhang Feng to Chen Wanru, and then said to her: "Xiao Feng called me just now and sent this picture. This is the password of the Swiss bank safe. Only the owner can open it in person. This owner Even Snyder, Xiaofeng has dealt with Snyder, we must also be prepared, and we will act as soon as we get something!"
"Master, what preparations should we make?"
"You just have to figure it out!" the old beggar said, "I'll go check on Director Xing's progress!"
"Master!"
"what's up?"
"The Fountain of Life has been produced, although it is relatively small. Would you consider using a dose?" Chen Wanru said.
In fact, there is something Chen Wanru hasn't said yet, that is, the old beggar's health is not as good as before.
"I don't need it now, so sell it!" said the old beggar.
"Yes!" Chen Wanru didn't say much. This was the old beggar's free choice.
At this time, the old beggar was drinking tea in his office. He had no hobbies and only drank tea. He quit smoking and drinking many years ago.
Everyone has depression in their heart, including old beggars. On the contrary, it is more common for ordinary people.
Ordinary people worry about money, and all the things they worry about can be solved with money, but what about the old beggar? Most of them can’t be done with money.
Toot…
His cell phone rang. It was his personal cell phone. He liked this cell phone to ring the most because it was all relatives and people he could talk to.
Listen to what's in his heart.
"Da Shan, what's wrong?" the old beggar asked.
"There are nine rounds of large intestine at noon, are you free?" Zhang Dashan said, "If not, I will finish it with General Wan!"
"Are you in charge or General Wan?" the old beggar asked.
"What do you think?"
"That's General Wan!"
"Whether you like it or not, you can choose what to eat!" Zhang Dashan hung up the phone.
The old beggar drank a few sips of tea at once and drove to the old city. Nine-turn large intestine was his favorite dish. What's special today? The old beggar wanted to know.
Driving a little faster.
The old beggar has always been alone. A person of his status needs to have bodyguards, but he does not have one.
He looks like a rough old man, but even ten muscular men in the gym can't touch his clothes. From his point of view, bringing bodyguards is a burden. It's not certain who protects whom, and having bodyguards is too much of a target. , easy to get into trouble.
He was safe alone in what looked like a junk car.
In fact, his car had been modified and not broken at all, but it just looked like a car that even car thieves would look down upon, as it was on the verge of being scrapped.
Soon he arrived at the residence of Zhang Dashan and General Wan. Most of the underground research institute here had been moved away, and there was very little research left here. Therefore, the two guards were very relaxed and thought of ways to pass the time every day.
Among them, cooking takes the most time. The cooking skills of the two of them have reached the master level. General Wan is the one who was born as a hot-headed husband back then.
That's why the old beggar asked if General Wan was in charge.
"It smells so good!" The old beggar smelled the fragrance as soon as he entered the door.
When I walked to the kitchen, I saw that the firewood stove was very busy. General Wan was hunched over cooking in a big pot, and Zhang Dashan was sitting in front to light the fire.
"Chili pepper, chili pepper, in the yard, quickly..." General Wan shouted loudly.
"okay!"
The old beggar turned around and went out to pick peppers.
The three of them worked hard for a while before they could eat. The old beggar fainted from hunger.
"Quick, quick, chopsticks..."
Zhang Dashan walked over slowly, holding bowls and chopsticks.
"Don't worry, the wine hasn't been brought here yet!" Zhang Dashan said. General Wan went to the cellar to get the wine.
They also make their own wine.
The old beggar took a piece of large intestine with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing it with satisfaction.
"Yes, that's the smell!" said the old beggar.
"Hehe, come on, come on, have another big bite!"
General Wan came up with wine.
"Yes, there is wine!"
The three of them sat down to eat, a few side dishes, a few glasses of wine, and three old men. In fact, Zhang Dashan was not that old, but he made himself very old. The years in the water cellar exhausted his years. Although after The treatment did not leave any root causes of disease in his body. He looked older, and he liked this.
After having enough wine and food, we can talk.
"Today is Qingyun's memorial day!" Zhang Dashan said.
The scene was a bit heavy, and Zhang Dashan's tone was not good.
The old beggar raised his glass and said, "Here, have another drink!"
The three of them drank another drink, and General Wan said, "Aren't you going to tell Xiaofeng?"
Zhang Dashan said: "When young Yun said, it's not yet time!"