In the bustling city of the old town, an old wooden house stands inconspicuously in the hustle and bustle.

In the corridor on the second floor, sunlight shines through the spotless glass windows on the mottled wooden floor. The sound of knocking footsteps was faintly heard, from far and near, the two guests went up the stairs to the second floor, through pillars of light, and the light and shadow on the corridor flowed, disturbing a cloud of dust.

The young man in a straight suit led the way with an impeccable and respectful gesture, and the painter behind him walked slowly and calmly followed him to the private room deep on the second floor.

"Mr. Draw, please. The young man made an invitation and stayed at the door of the private room.

In the private room, an old man with gray hair is sitting at an antique wenge tea table, leisurely rinsing cups with tea. He was dressed in a gray robe with a delicate texture, a slightly chubby figure, a ruddy complexion, and a rather rich look. Next to the old man stood a middle-aged man who was also dressed in a long robe, this person had a resolute face, sharp eyes, and he had a flying and domineering momentum without pretentiousness, but at this time he stood quietly aside, and was very respectful to the old man.

"Hahaha, Mr. Painting, please please!" As soon as Mr. Painting entered the private room, the old man immediately got up to greet him, as if he had met a friend who had known him for many years.

Mr. Hua didn't seem to eat his set much, and still looked cold, and sat down by himself without expression.

The old man didn't feel embarrassed at all, sat down with a smile, raised his hand slightly, and the middle-aged man next to him immediately leaned down to listen to the order.

"Refreshments. ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, walked to the door and said a few words to the young man outside the door, and then continued to stand beside the old man like a shadow.

The old man poured the tea himself and said with a smile: "Now if you want to eat authentic Cantonese morning tea, it is not easy to be in Guangzhou, but I didn't expect that there is a surprise hidden here." What's even more rare is that after Master Zhang returned to his hometown last year to tease his grandson, his son actually inherited this craft, and it is still an honest taste, which is not easy. So I thought I'd have to ask Mr. Painter to review it. ”

"With your comment, these two Master Zhang can be regarded as meeting bosom friends. Mr. Hua said casually.

"Haha, I don't know the sound, I'm just a greedy glutton. ”

While chatting, steaming refreshments were already served on plates. Steamed pork ribs with soy sauce, tiger skin and phoenix feet, shrimp dumplings, glutinous rice chicken, barbecued pork buns, rice rolls, siu mai...... A variety of authentic Cantonese dim sum fills the table.

Mr. Hua picked up a honey barbecued pork bun and put it in his mouth, and when he bit it gently, he only felt that the skin was soft, the barbecued pork was delicious, and his mouth was full of fresh and sweet taste. He couldn't help but praise: "It's really delicious." At the moment, he was not polite, and said while eating: "I still have important things, if I have something to say, hurry up, according to our agreement, this is the last time." ”

"Yes, it's been so long, and it's finally the end. However, this time the goal is to be captured alive, and Mr. Painting should remember it. ”

"So what?"

The old man said slowly: "If you just capture you alive, it will naturally be difficult for you, but this time there is a master next to the target, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult." ”

"Master, do you mean the silver-haired woman?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a slight smile: "It seems that Mr. Hua's news is also very well-informed." ”

"Huh. Mr. Hua laughed a few times, "Don't talk about these gossip, what is the origin of that woman?"

The old man picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat embarrassed look. "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I don't know anything about the origin of this woman. ”

"You can't find out? Heh, that's weird. Mr. Hua sneered, not buying it.

The old man continued: "This person seems to have appeared out of thin air, and he is still closely related to our target, which is strange, well, it is really strange, don't you say?"

Of course, Mr. Hua could hear what the old man was saying, and he didn't bother to play some tricks with the old man, so he snorted in his nose and directly provoked: "Hmph, are you suspicious of me?"

"You're misunderstood, and you're just trying to figure out a strategy with you. Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and this last step has to be stepped on more steadily. ”

Mr. Hua raised his head, wiped the corners of his mouth, threw the napkin, and said simply: "It's just that there is one more bodyguard, what is there to say, it is still the same as the previous one, you arrange it and come back to inform me to do it." When the time comes, I will exchange people for paintings, and you can rest assured. ”

These words are ordinary, as if they are just talking about a small thing that can be caught, but when it falls into the ears of others, it is a matter of talking and laughing between life and death, even if it is just listening, I feel that the pride in my chest is suddenly born, and this kind of demeanor is heartbreaking. Intentionally or unintentionally, the thin-looking tycoon began to show his claws quietly.

The middle-aged man beside the old man unconsciously raised his vigilance, as if a beast had smelled danger in the air. On the contrary, the old man still did not move, and he smiled and ate another siu mai. "Hmm, the smell of this siu mai is a little stronger, after all, it is still a young master, and the craftsmanship is still a little hot. ”

Mr. Hua calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip of Pu'er, and then stared at the old man with burning eyes. "However, since the work is different from what was promised, shouldn't the pay also change slightly?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"I'm going to take another look at my Rim River. ”

The old man did not reply immediately, but raised his hand slightly, and the middle-aged man next to him immediately understood, took out a palm-sized brocade box, opened it, and held it on the table in front of Mr. Hua with both hands.

"The vouchers, the keys, and the address of the vault are all here, and if Mr. Painting wants, he can go and get the "Rim River Map" now. ”

Mr. Painting's face showed a surprise that could not be concealed, but then he was puzzled, "Are you serious?"

"Don't dare to deceive Mr. Painting. ”

"You're not afraid that I'll invite the painting back and leave directly. ”

"Why don't you take a look at the contents of the brocade box first?" the old man squinted and smiled.

Mr. Hua took out the contents of the brocade box, looked at it several times, and then dialed it on his mobile phone. It didn't take long for a positive reply to come from the other side of the phone, and he put down the phone with joy on his face, rubbed his hands, and carefully put away the contents of the brocade box.

After the excitement, Mr. Hua had a feeling of gain and loss, "No, no, you can't just ask for it, let's wait until this matter is over." You must bathe in incense and fast for three days before you can bring it back. ”

The old man laughed: "Mr. Painting is really a true bosom friend." When this is over, I have a friend who wants to see you, and I wonder if Mr. Painter would like to see it. ”

"Heh, who do you think I am?" Mr. Painter pushed his chair and stood up, "I'm leaving." ”

"My friend is very sincere. The old man said and took out a few photos and put them on the tea table, pushed them gently, and slid them over.

Mr. Hua glanced at the photo casually disappreciatively, his face changed instantly, and he quickly picked up the photo and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully. After a long time, he smiled and put away the photo, turned around and walked away.

"Okay, I'll see him. ”