A pile of money, there are more than a dozen, all of them are blue and quiet old heads, particularly bright, pinched in Song Shan's hands, exposing all the temperament of Song Shan's nouveau riche.

But it doesn't matter what temperament people have.

There is still a temptation to money.

This woman wearing open breasts and exposed breasts looked at the money in Song Shan's hand, and her eyes hooked.

"Boss, come in and sit!" Money can make ghosts grind, the woman became enthusiastic, quickly opened the door, and welcomed Song Shan and the two people in, it was a little simple inside, and the curtain separated the space of the foot bath, as for whether it was pinching the feet, then there was no need to ask.

"You may be seated!"

The woman cleaned up the small sofa in two or two and let Song Shan sit down.

Song Shan was not polite, he didn't mind spending money, as long as he achieved his goal, then it was fine, he took the money in his hand, and shook it from time to time, and began to ask his question: "Is Lin Feng doing it here?"

"She didn't do it two years ago!"

"What's your relationship with her?"

"My name is Lin Shuang, and I am in the same village as her, she took me out to do it, and I can make money here!"

The woman asked rhetorically: "What are you looking for her, regular customer, in fact, we have a lot of girls here, let me tell you......"

"Just answer the questions!"

Song Shanqian put it on the sofa.

The woman couldn't wait to hold it in her hand, look at it one by one, see if it was counterfeit, look at it very carefully, and then said: "If the boss has any questions, just ask, I know everything and say everything!"

Song Shan smiled, the woman still dragged the words, he thought about it, and asked, "Do you know where Lin Feng is now?"

"I don't know about this, but she shouldn't have gone back, and then I heard from someone that she and her man smuggled to Xiangjiang!"

"What's her man's name?"

"What's his name, I don't know, I only know that his surname is Song, and people outside call him the same brother, in this area, it's quite horizontal, there is a group of brothers who follow him to eat, and then I heard that he offended people, and someone broke a leg!" The woman chirped twice, expressing some regret.

"What?" Song Shan squinted, his eyes were like lightning, staring at the woman: "Who did it if someone broke his leg?"

He is eighty percent sure that this man is Song Jitong.

The relatives of the Song family, forget it in the previous life, he is incapable, but in this life, he will never allow anyone to hurt him.

"How do I know!"

The woman was a little frightened, and her answer became much more cautious.

Song Shan took a deep breath and said, "Then you say, Lin Feng went to Xiangjiang with his man!"

"That's how it goes!"

The woman replied.

Song Shan believes a few percent, after all, this kind of place is the most well-informed, and this woman knows some news, but there are some normal things.

"Can you contact Lin Feng?"

"How can I have this ability!" The woman shook her head, a few years ago, there were few telephones, and the mobile phone was even more of a rich man's thing.

"Here's my phone number!"

Song Shan handed a blank business card to the woman and said, "If you know any news about Lin Feng, or her man, call me, and get paid!"

"Generous pay?"

The woman's eyes lit up a little.

Watching Song Shan's move, it is not simple, now ordinary workers have a monthly salary of only a few hundred yuan, and those who can use more than 1,000 to smash people are not good stubble.

"As long as the message is correct, I won't do you any good!"

Song Shan took out another five hundred yuan, put it on the countertop, and said, "But if you fool me, then I will let you disappear in this place, you also know, now that you have money, if you want to find someone to do things, it is the simplest!"

"Don't worry, I promise to give you the most authentic news!"

The woman said with a smile.

..............................

When I came out of the Jinshan foot bath, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Little Mr. Song, from this point of view, Third Uncle Song is not on the right path?" Feng Jianjun leaned forward and said in a low voice.

"He has no culture himself, just a lot of strength, and he is a short-tempered person, in this era, when he comes out to eat, how can there be any right way to speak!" Song Shan said in a low voice: "Do you have a cigarette, give me one!"

"Hmm!"

Feng Jianjun is not an old smoking gun, but he also likes to smoke two puffs, as the so-called man and cigarette, sometimes two brothers who are inseparable, he lit one, and then handed it to Song Shan.

Song Shan squatted on the side of the road and took two sips: "My dad has always been worried about him, his grandparents died early, he has been out for several years, and he has not contacted the family, I don't know what he is doing outside, I don't dare to say it now!"

If it is said that Song Jitong is mixing in society outside, and as a result, he was broken a leg, and he doesn't know what to do, and he may be smuggled across the Xiangjiang River, not to mention his father, even if it is an uncle, he is also worried, don't look at the uncle who doesn't deal with his younger brother, but he is a person, he just can't stand the bullying of his relatives, when he was young, Song Shan's father was bullied, he dared to take a flat shoulder and work with a few adults.

"Are you still looking for that?"

"Find!"

Song Shan said: "This time I have to find someone to help!"

"Find whom!"

"If you are not familiar with the place, we can't find outsiders to help, Hua Zhenbang has been operating here for a long time, it should have something to do with it!" Song Shan thought about it and said helplessly.

Favors, use one less one.

Until the last critical time, he is really unwilling to use Hua Zhenbang's card to do things, even if Hua Zhenbang is very happy, and he doesn't care about himself, sometimes he can't help it, and the favor will be returned sooner or later.

This is called the social customs of China.

......

The two came out of the corner of the inner street, ready to get the car, at this time, several people ran very fast, they couldn't brake at all, and they collided head-on, Song Shan didn't dodge, he felt that he was hit on his body, and then he seemed to scratch it.

The average person may not feel it.

But his physical sense of touch was abnormal, and he could feel even a slight movement.

When I looked down, I saw a cut in my pocket.

It seems that it is a show of wealth.

That's right, this urban village is such a big place, how can he scatter money in two places, how can he not show his wealth, and he will naturally provoke people who beg for a living, and no one should miss the opportunity to slaughter fat sheep.

"Jianjun, thief!" Song Shan is not a person who suffers losses.

"Damn!"

When Feng Jianjun heard this, he was furious, and with a backhand, he threw the young man who bumped into him with a back shoulder, and then kicked out and kicked another young man close to Song Shan out a few steps away.

In the end, he turned around, and the young man who had only run two or three steps and had already succeeded, turned around and kicked him, and directly fell to the ground like a dog eating.

"Mr. Song, wallet!" Feng Jianjun walked up, and found a wallet on the young man on the ground, which was Song Shan's wallet, which had a lot of cash in it, because he had to do things, so he prepared so much cash.

"You're good!"

Song Shan clapped his hands, he felt that Feng Jianjun had two brushes before, but now it seems that his skills are on par with Song Jiang's: "Who did you learn from?"

"In the past, the hunters in the village taught me a little, and later when I was fighting in the county, Brother Dajiang taught me a little!"

Feng Jianjun scratched his head and said modestly.

"My brother still fights?"

"Brother Da Jiang is two years younger than us, but he is much more powerful than us, but he rarely does it, but he basically does it, and no one dares to fight him!" Feng Jianjun said.