Alley, is commonly known as Hutong, of course, in Shanghai is called Alley, like the courtyard in Yanjing, it is a very distinctive building, so far, there is not much left.

Yan Murong didn't drive, he was in Yang Yi's car, and when the two of them came to the alley surrounded by high-rise buildings, it was only past nine o'clock in the morning.

The road in the alley is not wide, the car can't get in, there are two-story or three-story buildings on both sides of the road, many uncles and aunts are sitting at the door in groups of three or five in a group of five sitting at the door chatting, drinking tea and playing chess, and the happy scene reminds Yan Murong of the days when he was in the mountains. At that time, every evening, smoke would rise from the roofs of every house, and then men, women, and children would come to the threshing floor with their rice bowls in their hands, chatting and eating at the same time.

"Who is the other party?" Yan Murong asked.

"I don't know." Yang Yi shook his head, and when he saw Yan Murong frowning, he hurriedly explained. "Yan Shao, I called according to the phone number on the email, and they only told me to come to a Fu Ji mahjong parlor here to meet, saying that they were looking for Brother Prince."

Seeing Yang Yi's cautious appearance and his red rabbit-like eyes that hadn't slept all night, Yan Murong didn't say anything, but this prince brother made him laugh.

What's wrong with the world? Why do so many people like to use such nicknames? Does that sound magnificent? If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to call the emperor?

The alleys in Shanghai are not easier to walk than some old alleys in Yanjing, and the two turned around for a long time, but they didn't find the Fu Ji mahjong parlor, so they had to stop an uncle who was carrying a plastic bucket and was ready to go to soy sauce to ask for directions, which found a place.

Under a small dilapidated two-story building stood a yellowed and cracked wooden plank with two words written in red paint - Fu Ji.

Yan Murong looked at the surrounding environment, and there were homemade hangers made of bamboo poles and iron frames everywhere above his head, and some small buildings were also equipped with air conditioners, overall, it felt very messy.

The door of the mahjong hall is closed at this time, generally at this time, the mahjong hall is not much business, and the people who have played all night have gone back to sleep, even if they want to play mahjong, no one will come early in the morning.

Yang Yi walked over and knocked on the glass door with the curtains drawn inside for a long time before a man's lazy voice came out.

"Who, so early?" It sounds like the man is sleeping.

"Is Brother Prince here?" Yang Yi asked.

"Whoa." The glass door was opened, and a slender man in his thirties, wearing big pants and a big vest, appeared in front of the two of them, and when the wind blew, he shivered again, and he also sobered up a lot, looked at Yan Murong and Yang Yi, and asked. "Who are you? What are you looking for Brother Prince? ”

"He made us here." Yang Yi said.

"Oh, I see." The man made a look of sudden realization, opened the door, turned around, and said. "Come in."

When Yan Murong and Yang Yi entered the house, he locked the door from the inside again and said. "Sit casually, the prince is sleeping, I'll call you." With that, he went upstairs.

The area of the mahjong hall is not large, only about 30 square meters, there are six automatic mahjong tables in it, the ground is not clean, empty beer or liquor bottles can be seen everywhere, plus cigarette butts and ashes all over the ground, and the air is also filled with a smell of wine, smoke, and smelly feet. Yan Murong's eyes were so good, he actually found that there was a used set of sleeves on the legs of a mahjong table.

Yan Murong is okay, no matter how bad the environment is, there is a roof and an eaves here, which is already good, but Yang Yi can't stand such an environment, as a lawyer, it is really impossible to get used to this kind of place where small people stay in the market for a while.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and then, a man who was not very tall, but full of fat, walked down the stairs.

The man looked to be forty or fifty years old, weighed at least two hundred pounds, had a big bald head, wore a pair of wide shorts, was shirtless, and had a tattoo from his shoulders to his chest—well, a dragon that looked a little funny because he was too fat. When I walked, the fat on my face shook and trembled, but there was also a little posture.

Brother Prince? Yan Murong wanted to laugh, Uncle Prince was about the same.

"Is that you? I'm the crown prince. "Uncle Prince-oh no, it was Brother Prince who pulled a chair and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table that I don't know who threw it there, lit it, looked at Yan Murong and asked." Did the money bring? ”

Yang Yi looked at Yan Murong and saw that Yan Murong was sitting there smiling and not speaking, so he said. "You don't have to worry about money, what do we want? I'm going to be sure of the authenticity. ”

"Don't have money and still want something? When my prince brother is an idiot, huh? As soon as the prince brother heard that he didn't bring any money, he was immediately unhappy, took out a crumpled envelope from his shorts pocket, shook it in his hand, and said. At first glance, you don't understand the rules, do you understand how to pay with one hand and deliver with the other? You two little red guys, you want to cheat Lao Tzu? Don't even think about it. My prince brother has been messing around for decades, and no one dares to take something from me without giving money. ”

"That's a big deal." Yang Yi shook his head. "We didn't say we wouldn't give money, but I had to make sure the authenticity of the things before giving you the money, what if the things in it didn't work for us?"

"Oh? Are you suspecting me of being untrustworthy? Brother Prince squinted his eyes, and his tone became gloomy, he was already fat, and with this squint, he was almost unsure whether his eyes were open or closed.

Yang Yi was suddenly a little scared, although he said that he had seen a lot of extremely vicious and heinous felons, but they were all in the courtroom, and they were all bound by torture instruments, and there were bailiffs guarding them, but now it is different, you look at people's tattoos, they are out of the mix at a glance.

"He didn't say you weren't trustworthy." Yan Murong said out loud.

"Who are you?" The crown prince squinted at Yan Murong while clasping his feet.

"I haven't even figured out who gave you the money, I'm curious how you got here." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Oh? Is it you who pay? Brother Crown Prince looked Yan Murong up and down, and found that Yan Murong was dressed very ordinary, so he sneered disdainfully. If you have money, take it out, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, get out of the house if you don't have money, don't delay Lao Tzu to sleep. ”

"Do you think I'm going to run around the streets with 100 million in cash?" Yan Murong felt for the first time that it was terrible to be uneducated, who would run all over the street with 100 million cash?

As he spoke, he took out the checkbook, borrowed a pen from Yang Yi, filled in the amount on it, and gently pushed it in front of the prince.

PS: Little Y classmate,Thank you for your VIP,To be honest,I really want to explode.,I didn't feel anything before five thousand words a day.,It's not that I want to be lazy.,It's really not easy to write the plot later.,You have to be interested.,I can show you the outline I wrote in the small book.,You have to write the outline first when you start every day.,Tired.。 Well, this Sunday, I'll try to add one or two more chapters.