I slowly walked to the middle of the road, and the car honked at me. I waved at him, and he stopped in front of me with the brakes, the lights shining brightly in my face. He lowered the window and poked his head out of the car and shouted at me, "Don't you want to die?"

I walked over to him apologetically: "Boss, my car won't catch fire, can you help hook up the fire." ”

Maybe I was sincere, or maybe he was about to get home, so he motioned for me to pull over and pull over next to mine. Then he got out of the car and looked at my car, very dismissive. He opened the hood and said, "Be careful." ”

I nodded and approached his car, and also approached him: "Boss, this car is very expensive, you are really a good person." He seemed to be very impressed by my words, and a haughty gesture appeared on his face: "Of course, you have bought it in your life...... Uh......"

I just reached out and covered his mouth with one hand, and broke his neck. Life is fragile, and the proud look on his face has not yet receded. I put him back in his car and helped him fasten his seatbelt. Then I started my car and drove him to the man-made lake, which was still quite deep.

Such an expensive car used to sit in a coffin should also be your favorite style. I smiled and glanced at the time in the car, it was time to go back to take care of the iron, and I felt that I was a toiler, and what was the purpose of such a thankless task.

Every moment people's psychology is quietly changing, and every small decision will affect everything you follow, there are causes and effects, but you don't have time to think about it at that time.

I drove back to the hospital, Brother Monkey was still sitting on the edge of the bed with that bitter expression, and when he saw me coming in, he hurriedly stood up: "Is everything going well?"

I nodded, "It's all right, how is the iron?" I looked at the iron, staring blankly on the bed.

"He's still like that, and he hasn't made a sound all day today. Rose came once, and I heard her say it was because of the damage to the nerves. She also complained that I took orders for you, saying that it was dangerous. That's why I've been worried about you. I'm relieved to see you back. ”

I waved my hand to signal that he was okay: "You still have to take care of him for me for a while, I'm going to the bar, and a good deal must be on time." ”

Brother Monkey nodded, I looked at the iron again, he didn't look at me, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, turned around and went out.

When I arrived at the bar, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. For the city, the nightlife is just beginning. Mr. Fish's bar is so remote that it's still quiet when I push the door and enter. There were only three people sitting at the table, and everyone at one table seemed to be drinking.

When they saw me come in, the three of them looked at me with sharp eyes, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. I glanced at the bar and saw that Coke and Mr. Fish were there, so I walked straight over. Coke smiled at me, and I said hello to him, sat down on the round chair at the bar, and lit a cigarette.

"I mean, you're not in a good business. I took the wine from the coke and said to Mr. Yu.

"It's just a place like this, and it's nice to have someone coming. Mr. Fish smiled.

"Are you sure you didn't invite these people to come and fill up the numbers?"

"Well, look at the price you have to ask for a few of those people. Mr. Yu motioned for me to look at the guests seated over there.

I didn't look back and just took a sip of wine, and it tasted very strange, so I asked Coke, "What is this wine called?"

Coke said with a straight face: "The killer is specially tuned, and he will live for the rest of his life." ”

I smiled at the same ghost name again, and then continued to Mr. Fish, "Maybe it's that damn eye you drew on the doorway." This is the call of death, and there are many curious people. ”

The three guests were still drinking their own wine, very quiet, rigid, and the wine seemed to be absent-minded. At this moment, the door inside was pushed open, and Mousse came out stretching his waist, still with a band-aid on his face. Seeing me sitting here, he said loudly: "Isn't this our God of Wealth, everything over there is done?"

He always seems to have no scruples, no intelligence work at all, and he is cautious. In Mousse's own words: "If you stay like that all the time, life will be boring." Perhaps in his opinion, selling intelligence is for fun, followed by making money and surviving.

The three guests also looked at the mousse, in fact, the popularity of the mousse is still very high in our industry. His presence did save them a lot of trouble. Therefore, peers should know him and try to avoid hurting him. Convenience for this kind of thing is always mutual. Everyone knows where he is, so he's safer.

I noticed that their expressions had changed, and they clearly recognized the mousse. It seems that it is still very useful for a person to do well in his own business. So because of his presence, as guests, they should feel that this little bar is starting to become mysterious. I guess it's going to be a big talk about this little bar in the industry soon.

If you think about it this way, it's really a sure-fire deal. But if the whole bar was filled with people like us, I couldn't imagine it. Maybe this is also a bit of a headache, and I suddenly thought that I was also a shareholder, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.