370.
"I understand. Senior sister, I'm sorry." Zhang Feng hung up the phone without saying anything more.
Since the old beggar knew about this incident from Chen Wanru's mouth, then most likely it was the gigolo who the old beggar reported behind his back.
After walking back and forth in the room twice, he still dialed the old beggar's phone number.
After the call was connected, before Zhang Feng could speak, the old beggar said in a calm voice: "I'm still thinking about when your call will come. Don't ask, he's the one I reported."
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes for a moment, reporting someone like this bastard behind his back, but why did his words sound so righteous and righteous
"Old beggar, what part are you going to sing? If it weren't for the gigolo, I would have died in Mao Xiaorui's hands. As a result, now you report him and force him to retire from the army, this pair What’s the benefit to you?”
"It's not good for me, but it's good for you. Xiaofeng, you must be short of manpower now, right? The gigolo must be able to help you." The old beggar said calmly.
Zhang Feng was stunned, it turned out that the old beggar An De had this intention. He is indeed short of people now, and the gigolo can help him. It's just that this way of asking the gigolo to help me, I feel in my heart that this method is really... too grandiose.
What makes Zhang Feng even more confused is what exactly does the old beggar want to do? First, he brought Zhao Qiang to Ludawang to explore the way, and then after he was discharged from the army, he asked himself to come to Ludawang. Now, he used not-so-glorious means to get the gigolo to his side.
"Old beggar, just tell me the truth. What kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?"
"Hey, don't talk about it. Just remember what I say. Golden scales are a thing in the pond. They turn into dragons when encountering storms! Okay, I have something else to do here. I'll hang up." After saying that, he didn't talk to Zhang anymore. When Feng had a chance to speak, he hung up the phone bluntly. Zhang Feng was so angry that he wanted to throw the phone away.
…
In the next few days, Zhang Feng stayed in the house without going anywhere. On the one hand, he was recovering from his injuries, and on the other hand, he was waiting for the gigolo to arrive.
Johnson and Zhao Qiang were in the renovated basement, either competing with each other or practicing shooting, but they were living a fulfilling life.
Zhai Qiang and Mike are always the two busiest people.
Mike is still responsible for his intelligence gathering work.
Zhai Qiang, on Zhang Feng's suggestion, not only contacted government officials in his personal capacity, but also registered a company in Rwanda.
It mainly engages in import and export trade. On the one hand, it can serve as a cover for Zhai Qiang's frequent purchases of materials. On the other hand, it can also transport items out in the name of the company.
At the same time, the company was placed there, and Zhai Qiang's identity was immediately recognized by the government. There is no need to kowtow to make friends with powerful people, but to make deals on the same level.
The matter of smuggling the diamonds out was also left in Zhai Qiang's hands. After all, Zhuo Zhaoyun was still waiting for the diamonds in Paris.
If the diamond falls into Zhuo Zhaoyun's hands as soon as possible, the jewelry company she acquired can enter production as soon as possible.
However, among the diamonds shipped, there was no pink diamond with a total weight of 5 carats! Once the rarity of this pink diamond is exposed to the market, it will definitely be coveted and sought after. In such a situation, there is no need to rush to take action.
I originally thought of transporting the ivory pocket pistol found in Ping Sang's safe to Zhuo Zhaoyun together with the diamonds, but after thinking about it I gave up this idea.
I have never given it to Zhuo Zhaoyun before, so this is the first time that I think it is face to face, which makes me more sincere.
…
Zhang Feng didn't have to wait too long. On the fifth day, the gigolo called.
"My flight tomorrow will arrive in Rwanda the day after tomorrow. I also brought you your knife." The gigolo said.
"Okay, gigolo, I'll pick you up then! I still have something to tell you then." After talking to the old beggar on the phone, Zhang Feng thought about it and decided to tell the gigolo the truth.
"Let's talk about it then. I still have to prepare, so I'll give it up." The gigolo said.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng also ended his idle state of recuperation and began to prepare. Although I have a general idea in my mind about attacking the Fire Ant Mercenary Group, some details still need to be further improved.
Two days passed quickly in this state, and Diamond was already on his way to Paris, now waiting for the gigolo to arrive.
Johnson and Zhao Qiang also stopped competing with each other and were both adjusting their weapons.
Zhang Feng drove there alone
At the airport, standing at the exit waiting for the gigolo.
After waiting for a full two hours, the plane from Kyoto landed at the airport in Rwanda. After waiting for another twenty minutes, I saw the gigolo walking out with a backpack on his back.
She still has the face that is more feminine than a woman, with long, loose hair hanging on her shoulders.
Zhang Feng waved his hand to the gigolo.
When the gigolo came closer, he smiled and said, "Did you have a smooth journey?"
"good."
The gigolo took out a short knife from his clothes and handed it to Zhang Feng, saying, "I brought your knife here for you."
Zhang Feng didn't ask him how he brought the knife on the plane. He took it with a smile and said, "Get in the car. I just have something to tell you."
The two got into the car and drove quickly towards the house. Zhang Feng also said: "Gigolo. I don't want to hide it from you. The person who reported you behind your back this time has something to do with me."
"Does it have something to do with you? Your senior sister Chen Wanru? I knew it had something to do with this old lady. Made." The gigolo said cursingly. Although he originally had the idea of retiring from the army, he took the initiative to retire and was now being Reporting and being discharged are two completely different concepts.
Zhang Feng shook his head and said: "It is indeed related to my senior sister, but he is not the one who reported you. It is my master. I don't know his specific name. Anyway, everyone in 01 calls him Mr. Gusu."
The gigolo was stunned and said in surprise: "Mr. Gusu? Is it him?"
"What? Do you know him?" Now Zhang Feng became curious.
"Of course. Mr. Gusu, I heard the old people in my family talk about it. At the age of twenty, he was called a once-in-a-millennium genius. But when he was at his most glorious, he disappeared. When he appeared in Kyoto, he became a genius. He looks like a beggar now. No one knows what happened to him in the intervening decades. He later joined 01 as an instructor for some unknown reason and taught me how he became such a mysterious person. You're a master, I haven't heard you mention it before." The gigolo said.
Zhang Feng had never heard of the old beggar having such a glorious history. This once-in-a-thousand-year-old genius was just a bad old man who ate and drank.
Since the gigolo asked, Zhang Feng told the gigolo about the incident with the old beggar when he was a child. When he heard the gigolo grinning, he cursed in his heart: "This is okay."