"Mingren doesn't say dark words, Mr. Zheng, the scene on your opening day is not small. Song Tang chuckled.

Zheng Zheng secretly scolded for his mistake, but he still said without blushing and without a heartbeat: "Ah...... Looks like you've done your homework, Miss Song. I just don't know if Miss Song is interested in me or if she is interested in Gu Xuan?"

While speaking, Zheng Zheng was already guessing the woman's intentions. Obviously, this woman would not have been sent by Sun Sheng, otherwise it would have been Sun Sheng who called; as for others, Zheng Zheng really couldn't remember who it could be for a while. Zheng Bei: It's impossible, he can't know that he's on the black market, let alone let a woman come over and play tricks with him.

But apart from these two people, Zheng Zheng didn't have any grudges with anyone. Then this thing is interesting, who is going to deal with himself with all his heart and be able to know his whereabouts so carefully?

"Mr. Zheng, don't worry too much, I just want to talk to you about some things briefly, this matter has a lot to do with you and Gu Xuan. Please be assured that I have no ill will. ”

After a pause, Song Tang said: "I'll be waiting for you at Qingya Tea House, it's seven o'clock, I'll wait until ten o'clock." If Mr. Zheng still does not show up by then, then I will assume that Mr. Zheng has acquiesced to my opinion and what to do next. ”

"Opinion?" Zheng Zheng frowned unconsciously, this tone of implicit threat made him very uncomfortable: "Miss Song, what do you want to say?"

"I'm waiting for you here. After speaking, Song Tang hung up the phone.

Holding the mobile phone, Zheng Zheng frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept pondering in his heart: Judging from the content of this call, Song Tang should not have an enmity with him, but it is a bit like a business negotiation. Although there is an implicit threat in her words, it can also be understood as a means of conversation and does not say much about it.

"This woman seems to want to negotiate with me...... But that's even more nonsense, what business can I negotiate with her? Lao Tzu's argument on Gu Xuan has opened well, and it hasn't cut off her wealth, right?"

Zheng Zheng pondered in his heart, and probably came up with the fact that the purpose of the Song and Tang dynasties should be to discuss Gu Xuan, in other words, this is also a business negotiation. It's just that Zheng Zheng has no clue at this point, he really can't find any business connection between himself and this woman.

If this woman is also from Huayin City, how can a small shop like Gu Xuan not be able to block her financial path, right? Zheng Zheng can only barely gain a foothold in Huayin City, and the situation has not yet been opened, could it be that this kind of small shop has also been noticed?

Also, how did this woman know that she was on the black market, and how did she recognize herself? Was it all a coincidence? That was a bit of nonsense, wasn't it? If it wasn't a coincidence, how did she know her whereabouts?

For a moment, Zheng Zheng even thought of Bai Xiaoxue. Because Bai Xiaoxue knew about Zheng Zheng's trip to the black market, Zheng Zheng also confirmed that no one else knew about it, and if the news was leaked, Bai Xiaoxue's suspicion was also great.

But this was just a momentary thought, and the next moment Zheng Zheng dispelled his suspicions about Bai Xiaoxue. Although there is no evidence to prove that Bai Xiaoxue is not suspicious, Zheng Zheng has an intuitive trust in Bai Xiaoxue before there is no evidence to prove that Bai Xiaoxue is suspicious. Zheng Zheng couldn't understand what this trust was, but he just believed that Bai Xiaoxue would not harm him.

As an emotional idiot, Zheng Zheng naturally doesn't understand that this kind of unconditional trust between men and women is mostly between lovers, and it is really difficult to find this sense of trust between friends of the opposite sex.

"It's messy, it's fucking messy!"

Zheng Zheng thought left and right and didn't come up with a reason, he scratched his head in annoyance, gritted his teeth, and made a decision: No matter what, what is going on will be clear when he meets Song Tang. It's just a tea house, and it's not a Longtan tiger's den, just go, I'm afraid of a ball!

Zheng Zheng simply cleaned up, put on a cigarette, fiddled with his mobile phone in his hand, and walked out of the room slowly and left the hotel.

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At half past eight, the green square is more lively than during the day, and the night breeze is cool, and the residents of the neighborhood like to sit here. There are also some barbecue stalls and other stalls next to the square, and many diners are shouting and guessing their fists, and it is really full of people and lively from a distance.

A taxi stopped next to the green square, the taxi driver looked at the young man sitting in the back from the rearview mirror, and then looked at the meter, and felt very happy: today is also considered lucky, pulled to this look is the offspring of the outsider, this road detour turned a lot of circles. Sometimes some detours are more obvious, and I am afraid that this posterior will see some clues. But in this later life, he seems to be playing with his mobile phone all the way, and he doesn't pay attention to the changes in the streets, which makes him a lot of money.

"When I arrived, it was eighty-one in all...... I'll take you eighty. The taxi greeted the young man in the back seat and said magnanimously.

"Oh...... Oh. Wait a minute......" The young man sitting in the back agreed, fiddling with his phone. After nearly a minute, the young man put his phone in his pocket, took out his wallet from his pocket, and said apologetically to the taxi driver, "I'm sorry...... Give you money. ”

"It doesn't matter. The taxi driver smiled and took the money.

Watching the young man get out of the car and walk towards the green square, the taxi driver slowly started the car, thinking maliciously: "I was playing with my mobile phone all the way, hum...... If you don't always play with your mobile phone, can you earn more money? Wait for a minute or two, count a ball? ”

Zheng Zheng was naturally not clear about what the taxi driver was thinking, he took a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the small door with the signboard of "Qingya Tea House", Zheng Zheng took out his mobile phone and called Song Tang: "I'm here, just downstairs." ”

"On the second floor, there is a private room on the road. ”

"Good. Zheng Zheng agreed and hung up the phone.

When Zheng Zheng pushed the door and walked in, he found that this Qingya Tea House did not have a first floor, and there was a staircase facing the door, and there was a stone on the platform at the corner of the floor.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, Zheng Zheng saw the layout of the tea house at a glance. The second floor is a hall, but there are several private rooms separated by partitions, leaving only a walking passage in between. Near the staircase is the cash register, where a little girl sits quietly, looking at the computer, and she is not in a hurry to greet Zheng Zheng when she sees him, but she just nodded to him shallowly and did not make a sound.

At this moment, the tea house is very quiet, the lights are slightly dim, but it is a little soft. There is no music playing in the shop, but it is a good place to drink tea.

"I'm looking for someone. Zheng Zheng approached the cash register and asked softly, "May I ask where is the private room of 'On Dao'?"

The little girl smiled lightly at Zheng Zheng, stretched out her hand to the side, and said softly: "Go straight to the innermost room on the left, there are already people waiting for you." ”

Zheng Zheng nodded and thanked the little girl, and while walking inside, he listened to whether there was any other movement in this quiet tea house, and he secretly said in his heart: "Now this point is so quiet? This is also a tea house on the edge of the square, it stands to reason that business should not be so bad...... Or is someone deliberately holding their breath and deliberately not saying anything? The room is still the last one, the ...... of the good guys."

Thinking of this, Zheng Zheng unconsciously thought of the scene of "ambushing the knife and axe hand, taking the cup as the number", if it really came out like this, Zheng Zheng would not even have a way to escape.

Walking to the door of the private room, Zheng Zheng knocked lightly, and Song Tang's gentle and confident voice sounded: "Please come in." ”

Pushing open the door of the private room, Zheng Zheng glanced at the private room. There were no stools or chairs in this private room, and there was a black carpet. In the room, there is a carved tea table, and a futon is placed on each side. When Zheng Zheng pushed the door in, Song Tang was kneeling behind the tea table, serving a pot of tea in front of him.

"You may be seated. ”

Song Tang stretched out his hand to Zheng Zheng to ask, and then continued to lower her head and carefully tease the tea cup in front of her, she said: "I brewed Biluochun, I don't know if it suits your taste." ”

"It doesn't matter," seeing Song Tang with his own eyes, Zheng Zheng didn't have the previous apprehensions, and he had a feeling of letting go. He sat down cross-legged on the pu ball opposite Song and Tang in a big way, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, squinted and smiled: "When I was in the store before, I liked to drink jasmine tea the most, a sip of flower tea and a cigarette, it was very refreshing." By the way, do you smoke?"

While speaking, Zheng Zheng really took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, with a smile on his face, and handed the cigarette to Song Tang.

Song Tang glanced at Zheng Zheng with a smile, shook his head slightly, and didn't pick up the cigarette. He held a small purple clay pot, picked three points on his wrist, and poured a cup of tea for Zheng Zheng. With a light hand, Song Tang put the tea cup in front of Zheng Zheng: "This is the third tea, remove the mud, dust, and dryness, you can taste it." ”

Zheng Zheng put down the cigarette in his hand, picked up the tea cup in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, then smacked his lips, took a puff of cigarette, and praised him sincerely: "Hmm...... It tastes good, but it's a little bitter in my mouth when I'm smoking, and this cup of tea is just moistening my throat. ”

Seeing that the tea he had carefully prepared was drunk indiscriminately by Zheng Zheng like a cow chewing a peony, and gave a "throat-moistening" evaluation, Song Tang was not in a hurry or angry, and looked at Zheng Zheng who was full of singleness at the moment.

Zheng Zheng smiled, spit mist in his mouth, and looked at Song Tang.

At this moment, Zheng Zheng is full of gangsterism, quite "You can do whatever you want, but uncle, I just don't eat your set, how can you do it, Lao Tzu will let it go today".

This strange atmosphere lasted for five or six minutes, Song Tang smiled, picked up the small purple clay pot in front of him and poured tea for the teacup in front of Zheng Zheng, and said softly: "Mr. Zheng is not such a person, but he does such a thing, this is Mr. Zheng complaining about me." ”