Zhang Jinhu showed patience that is rare in his life, and he managed to heal his injuries in a Chinese restaurant that no one frequented at all, and he did not snoop on any privacy of this family during the whole process. It's not that he doesn't want to know how this family fills the bottomless pit of the family's finances, but Zhang Jinhu is afraid that he will run into ...... if he is a little careless In case of...... Even if there is only a 1 in 1 million chance that the family is a good person......

In the back kitchen of the small restaurant, when Zhang Jinhu sat on a round stool scratching his heart and couldn't express his own description, he spit out a sentence: "You can understand what I mean, right?"

Chen Da saw it and saw that he had more words on his face as 'hope to be understood' than others: "I can understand, isn't it that after getting used to seeing bad people, I'm afraid of ruining that little bit of thought." ”

Liu Yunjia asked, "You also hope that this family is a good person?"

"If they are good people, I'm afraid Zhang Jinhu would prefer that this family has nothing to do with him, right?"

Zhang Jinhu may leave silently, if this family is a good person.

But that's what fucks up like that, you have to find a 'look, what am I talking about?' after brutalizing the bad guys.

It was a month after Zhang Jinhu arrived in Russia, the injury on his foot had almost healed, his left foot was a little worse, and he still had a little pain when he walked, and he seemed to be tiptoeing, but there was no big problem, and he could do anything, Wu Chengde found him.

"Recently, the Russian police may want to investigate illegal immigrants, Jin Hu, you see if there are any other relatives in Russia, if not, go and hide for two days. I'm a shop anyway, so I'm sure I'll be checked. ”

Zhang Jinhu concealed his surname and used his first name as his full name. But when he found that Wu Chengde was talking to himself, he looked squeaky and whining, and Zhang Jinhu, who had already seen the clues, replied with a smile: "I don't know anyone in Russia." ”

"Really?"

Wu Chengde deliberately said with difficulty: "How can this be good...... He thought for a long time before he said: "Or, you go to my friend's place to hide, just say it's my cousin." ”

"Yes. ”

Zhang Jinhu's happiness made Wu Chengde stunned for a moment, as if he had prepared a hundred turns, as if waiting for Zhang Jinhu to ask in a panic, 'Is it safe?', 'Will it be repatriated?', 'Is your friend safe?' and other questions, but what he didn't expect was that people didn't say anything.

Wu Chengde said in disbelief: "That's okay, you clean up." ”

Zhang Jinhu: "I don't have to clean up. ”

Wu Chengde then remembered that he even took the clothes he was wearing, and said, "Then I'll clean up and bring you two changes of clothes." ”

In the afternoon, Wu Chengde drove Zhang Jinhu out, the car drove far away, had already left the city, stopped at the farm in a remote area, and took Zhang Jinhu into the farm.

At that time, Zhang Jinhu never saw a single Chinese face again, and almost everyone in the farm full of Russian faces stared at him as he passed. He also saw the gun, these people didn't think to hide it at all and pinned the gun to the waistband of their trousers in the most obvious position in the lower abdomen, Wu Chengde was still comforting and said: "Don't be afraid, Russia is not peaceful." ”

Zhang Jinhu responded: "No." ”

That day, Zhang Jinhu watched Wu Chengde talk to a Russian man and then left, and before leaving, he waved goodbye in the distance and said, "I'll pick you up soon." After he left, Zhang Jinhu was sent to a small room on the farm, where there was a TV that constantly played Russian programs, a bed, a bathroom, and someone sent food every day, saying things that he didn't understand, and eating the most palatable was pickled cucumbers.

For three days, Zhang Jinhu waited in the farm for three full days, and during these three days, he looked at the road outside the window and didn't really know what he was thinking, but at this time, it was like a handful of sand grabbed, slipping away silently through his fingers.

"Come out!"

Touch.

On the third day, Zhang Jinhu's door was kicked open, and several strong Russian men with guns broke in.

At that moment, Zhang Jinhu was still sitting on the chair in front of the window, and said to himself in his heart without the slightest panic: "It's still here when it's time to come." ”

He got up from his chair, slowly raised his hands to show that he was not a threat, and walked out in the middle of the four or five strong Russian men.

This is the first time Zhang Jinhu has climbed the second floor of the farm, where there is a living room large enough for a ballroom party, in front of a red-lit bearskin carpet and a coffee table, and on a sofa behind the coffee table, a Russian man in a black suit, a cigar in his mouth, and his hair combed.

The man was on video, and Wu Chengde's voice came from the video, he was speaking Russian, and Zhang Jinhu didn't understand a word.

“19！”

The Russian man was counting down in Russian, and there was an hourglass timer next to him, and when the fine sand in the hourglass kept slipping, Zhang Jinhu was pushed over and stood on this bear skin.

“18！”

After another countdown, the Russian standing behind Zhang Jinhu kicked him in the leg, Zhang Jinhu was kicked to his knees, due to inertia, he also threw himself forward, fortunately his hands were fast enough to support the ground. However, it was precisely this moment that made Zhang Jinhu smell an imperceptible smell of blood, and when he looked down, the bear skin under him turned out to be dark red, and every hair was as straight and straight as wax, without any softness.

The Russian glanced at the bespectacled man next to him and said, "Tell him why he should be punished." ”

The bespectacled Sven man nodded and said in half-baked Chinese to Zhang Jinhu: "Our boss asked me to tell you that if your brother delays the delivery time again for personal reasons, you will be punished very severely." ”

Zhang Jinhu didn't ask anything, and said, "What punishment?" But he still felt that it was not a good thing to have a cheap brother.

"Your brother is a man of very bad reputation, last time, because of him, we were complained about by the customer for a long time, and almost canceled the transaction, for this, his wife lost her finger, and this time, if you still can't be on time, you will lose an eye. ”

Zhang Jinhu laughed, and the people who knelt on the ground and laughed without making a sound were trembling, and finally laughed to the extent that they lowered their heads.

The bespectacled Sven man and his boss glanced at each other, but neither said a word.

"Oops......" Zhang Jinhu finished his smile with an interjection, tried his best to restrain the smile on his face, and pointed to the mobile phone on the table that was on a video call: "Can I talk to him?" When his meaning was conveyed, the Russian boss turned the screen of his hand, and at that time, Zhang Jinhu saw Wu Chengde's face in the car, and it was his son who was driving.

Zhang Jinhu asked like no one: "Lao Wu, are you sure that you are on time?"

Wu Chengde didn't know if it was because of the excessive psychological pressure or what the reason was, and when he heard Zhang Jinhu's words, he shouted at his son: "You drive it for me!" Then, the sound of a car roaring came from the video, and Wu Chengde said apologetically: "The throttle is in the end." ”

“10！”

The Russian boss shouted the countdown of the last 10 numbers, and the grains of sand above the hourglass had bottomed out, and the flow of fine sand had begun to fine......

"How long will it take?" Zhang Jinhu asked again.

Wu Chengde looked at the road in front of him and said, "Three hours." ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Jinhu nodded: "You saved my life, you are considered a benefactor, and today you hurt me again, it is considered a tie, we are strangers, no problem, right?"

Wu Chengde was a little flustered, he hurriedly said, "Golden Tiger, Golden Tiger?"

Honk.

Zhang Jinhu hung up the video, and for a while the Russians in the room raised their guns and pointed them at him, unexpectedly, he actually stretched out his hand and grabbed the hourglass and turned the hourglass upside down: "Tell your boss, Wu Chengde will not arrive until three hours later, how did you punish him just now?"

The translator had never seen such a calm person, he had seen people who turned around and ran, he had seen people crying and rolling on the ground, and there were people who knelt on the ground and kowtowed, but he had never seen his eyes disappear but he didn't make a sound.

"Translator, otherwise how can we communicate?"

Zhang Jinhu stopped kneeling, he stood up and dragged a chair next to him, and sat down.

After the translator was forced to relay every word he had said, when the Russian boss wanted to snuff out the cigar in the ashtray, Zhang Jinhu stretched out his hand to stop him and took the cigar in his hand: "Don't waste it. "I pumped it myself.

With a cigar in his mouth, Zhang Jinhu's temperament changed, which made the Russian bosses feel as if they were negotiating with the bosses of other gangs, rather than punishing those who did not deliver goods on time.

"I want you an eye. The Russian boss said this, and then looked at Zhang Jinhu.

Zhang Jinhu continued to ask: "Is it waiting for Wu Chengde and them to deliver the goods, or now?"

"Now. ”

Zhang Jinhu asked again: "When the matter is over, will someone take me to the hospital? On the way from here to the nearest hospital, will it cause a situation of excessive bleeding and death?"

The Russian boss turned around and shouted: "Prepare the car, take him to the hospital we are familiar with in a moment, and ensure that he is alive at all costs." ”

"Still have questions?"

Zhang Jinhu pursed his lips, this kung fu, the Sven translator took out a dagger from his arms and threw it on the table, and then, a scream came from the farm, and the screams like killing pigs followed one after another......